The other day Becki came over and the first thing she said was, “Whats next and when are we going to do it.?” I was pleased that she was “in to it”. Having someone to help me set up would really make things easier. Becki said she saw how pain was a turn on for me and despite her initial reservations she had decided that if I was going to do “the pain thing” anyway, she wanted to be part of it. And maybe???? She might try out “the pain thing” at some point. She told me that to show me that she could play along with me, she had a surprise for me. I told her I looked forward to that surprise. Becki said that she would describe the surprise since it wasn't made yet.

Becki told me that during one of our discussions about pain I told her I had been thinking of “riding” something. I wanted some kind of device that I could straddle. Straddling the device would put pressure on my pussy and inflict pain. She told me that she remembered reading about such a device and she did some research and had a gentleman friend of hers design and build one for me. She said it was called a wooden horse.

Brief explanatory interlude here:

A basic wooden horse is a sharply angled torture device, a wide triangular wooden plank, set sharp end up, mounted on a saw-horse like support. The victim is forced to “ride the horse” putting full body weight on the genitals. The helpless victim is lifted into the air and set upon the horse, the victims full body weight would be supported on the most tender flesh – the genitals, which rested on the point of the angle. Additional weights or restraints were often attached to the ankles to put more pressure on the genitals and to keep the victim from falling off. The victims legs are forced wide by the width of the lower part of the plank.

A couple of days later, Becki said that she wanted to bring her creation over for me to give the OK to use it. I was eager to see the device and said, bring it over NOW.”

Becki creation was a modified version of the wooden horse. The best way I can describe it is that it was like a pyramid with the top cut off. The top was flat, about 2" wide, except for a narrow piece of wood, about 1" square that ran down the middle. It was made from plywood. And the 1”piece of plywood on the top had thin nails driven through the one inch square piece. The nails stuck through the top and the sides of the 1” square piece about 1/8”. The sides sloped out (like the original wooden horse) so that when one straddled it, their legs were spread wide apart. The one inch square piece was about 2 feet off the ground. The four corners each had a screw type leg that allowed the height of the device to be adjusted.

As we talked afterward Becki told me she had been watching some torture video at a website called Queen Snake and she had one more thing for her to use on me, if she could make it happen. I asked her what it was but she said, “Wait and see.”

Becki and I agreed that we would meet the next day to perform the self abuse routine.

Becki arrived around 9AM. I asked her why so early and she said that one of the things she needed required it to be daylight. Becki and I started laying the self abuse items out on the floor. Becki had redesigned the bra. It was now made of leather and there were coarse sandpaper strips inserted within the bra cups. She had cut a circular hole in each bra cup so that my nipples would protrude through the holes. Becki then brought in a large bag and sat it on the floor. I asked her what was in the bag? She told me I would find out later what was in her “bag of tricks”.

The bra was too small so Becki had to force my smallish tits into it. That caused my tits to be drug across the sandpaper strips. It was quite painful and I wondered if I was loosing skin to the sandpaper. Becki pulled my nipples through the holes in the cups, then bent down and began to suck on my nipples. Her sucking felt so good and I could feel my nipples grow in her mouth. Becki backed away and began to wrap fishing line around each nipple. After quite a few passes around the nipples, Becki tied a knot in the fishing line. Each knot include a small circular washer within it.

Becki told me that the piss and shit sponge in the mouth would not be used this time. She reached into her “bag of tricks” and withdrew a stainless steel device that had two arms surrounding a pivot point with a screw to adjust the separation between the two arms. She told me to open wide and she slipped the device into my mouth. The ends of the two arms were covered in soft plastic and my teeth rested on the soft plastic. Becki said, “Not too bad, right?” Somehow I knew there was more to this contraption She then started to twist the screw on the side of the contraption and my mouth was slowly forced open as the two arms pushed apart. Soon the separation of my teeth became quite uncomfortable and I moaned for her to stop. Becki continued to operate the screw and just when I thought my jaw might break she stopped.

Becki then held up a lollipop that she had bought online that contained a foul tasting “ingredient that made one drool. Becki said that she had tried one and it was indeed quite foul tasting and caused her to spit and drool for several hours. She then said she wondered if it would make a pussy drool. She was eager to find out so she stuck the lollipop up my pussy and masturbated me with the lollipop. I really didn't feel anything and she withdrew the lollipop and placed in my mouth and said hold it there for 10 minutes. Pretty quickly the foul taste appeared and I gagged a few time. After I had a coughing fit that really wore me out, Becki withdrew the lollipop. Then she reached in with plastic covered pliers and grabbed my tongue. She pulled my tongue out of my mouth as far as she could and took two chopsticks that were fastened together by rubber bands. She slipped my tongue between the two chopsticks and moved the two separated ends of the chopsticks and started to wrap rubber bands around that end. The net result was my tongue was pulled out of my mouth and held there by the chopsticks pressing against my face. My mouth was drooling like a fountain. The drool was running out of my mouth and down my chin and falling down to cover my upper chest and tits.

Becki then reached up and put a blindfold over my eyes. For the remainder of the story when I discuss things I saw, it actually was based on watching the video after the fact.

Becki said it was time for the "pyramid". She attached leather cuffs on each wrist, and attached a long rope to each cuff so it could reach something to tie to. Becki told me to step over the wooden horse so that I was straddling it.

A quick aside. I had designed the torture area myself and had added numerous anchor points attached through the sheet rock and rafters. It was funny when the men doing the work in the room heard of my desires for so many anchor points. Neither man would look me in the eye and I found them laughing to themselves when I returned to the room after stepping out. I am pretty sure they knew what was the intended use of the room.

Back to the story.

Becki tied the ropes to anchor points such that my arms were pulled out tight to each side. Then came the "pyramid." Becki slid it over in front of me, then she help me straddle it. The wooden horse looked very menacing between my legs. The 1” wooden strip was a couple of inches below my pussy. Becki reached down and started to use the screw legs to raise the entire wooden horse. This took a bit of time since she had to raise each individual leg. Eventually I felt the embedded nails touch my pussy lips. Becki continued to screw the legs raising the wooden horse and I felt the 1” square piece of wood part my pussy lips. Becki continued to screw the legs raising the wooden horse and I felt the embedded nails bite into the skin of my pussy lips and dig into the inside of my moist pussy. I raised myself onto my toes and the pressure was relieved. My entire pussy was off the embedded nails. Becki continued to screw the legs raising the wooden horse and I felt the embedded nails once again make contact with the skin of my pussy lips. Becki continued to screw the legs raising the wooden horse and I felt the embedded nails once again bite into the skin of my pussy lips and once again into the inside of my moist pussy. The pain was excruciating.

The slow raising of the wooden horse was indeed slow. Becki had to turn the screws for each of the four legs and it took several minutes for the wooden horse to raise a quarter of an inch.

I was standing on my tip toes in an effort to keep the embedded nails away from my pussy. It was becoming obvious that I was not going to be able to stand on my tip toes for long. Certainly not the entire night, in fact the way my legs were shaking due to the pain in my leg muscles, I knew it wouldn't be long before I needed to lower myself down flat footed.

Becki had stopped screwing the legs and the embedded nails were digging into my pussy lips and my moist pussy. Suddenly my legs gave way and I dropped down onto the 1” wooden strip with its embedded nails. My knees were forced apart, pulling my pussy wide and I came down onto the nails. I would have screamed if I could have! The narrow strip was up in my pussy with the nails sticking into the inside of my pussy lips and the moist pink inside of my pussy. I have never felt anything like it. But the pain was soooooo intoxicating. It hurt so bad, but the idea of having my pussy tortured was such a turn on that I couldn't believe it. I could tell that juices were flowing. I couldn't tell if anything was bleeding or not. But Becki looked at it and told me that I would survive. At that time my entire focus was on my pussy.

I moved back on my tip toes and relieved some of the pain. But I realized that when my body was being drug back and forth across the embedded nails. I needed to figure out whether it was better to just have my entire body weight on my pussy or have the nails scrape back and forth against my pussy. I decided to just let my weight push the embedded nails into my pussy.

As I sat there in extreme pain Becki started to rub and lick my protruding nipples. It took a moment to register that she was doing that because the fishing line wrapped around my nipples had lessened the blood supply to my nipples and they were both a bit numb. Becki had two S-shaped metal items and she hooked into the washers that were attached to my nipples. Taking the two 1' lines she attached one line to each S-shaped item. Then she took the other end of the two lines and added a large weight to each line.

Pausing for a few moments she then dropped both weights. I heard the sound of the weights smacking against the plywood pyramid seconds before I felt like my nipples were being yanked off my tits. I never thought I could experience such pain, but I was so turned on and intoxicated by it that it was like being in a different world. I was helpless to do anything with my arms pulled to each side. With my mouth forced open and my tongue pulled out of my mouth, I was not able to make an understandable sound. Becki then came over to me and said, “I'll see you later.” I heard her pick up a few things, and then go out the door. It must have been around noon.

As I sat there, my mind raced from the pain to the erotic turn on of it all. It was hard to focus on the pain I was experiencing. My pussy hurt, my tits and nipples hurt. My mouth continued to excessively drool.

Becki had given me no idea of when she would return. I had no idea of time except that it seemed to pass very slowly. Then I heard the door. It was Becki. She was obviously drunk, she slurred her words as she said that she just came to check on me. She pulled on my nipples. Then she pushed on my waist to rock me back and forth a little causing the pain in my pussy to intensify and I cried out. My legs were stiff from being spread over the wooden horse. Becki commented that she was surprised that there wasn't a little more blood coming from my pussy than there was. I wasn't surprised that she wasn't ready to free me yet as she again told me that she would see me later as she was meeting a couple of guys and hoped to get royally fucked. I heard her go out the door.

I continued in my erotic agony. I wanted to move because I would get stiff, but every movement caused more pain - and that was good and bad.

Later I heard someone coming in the door. Becki, obviously quite drunk,stumbled past me and was working over at the window to the backyard. She began to cuss a blur streak and I heard her banging against the windows, saying come here god damn it. Then she let out a scream, damn that hurt, ouch, ouch, ouch. I few minutes later I heard her sat, “Gotcha Ya.”

I saw this all from the video and I am glad I was unable to figure out what she was doing. But after the fact, I saw that she was trying to catch a wasp, received a sting for her efforts but was able to get a wasp into a glass tube with a cork at one end and a plunger at the other.

Becki then walked over to me and asked if I was ready to be free, I shook my head violently up and down and tried to mouth, yes, yes, yes.

Becki started rubbing the side of my face and stepped back and began taking pictures of me. She was amazed how out much drool was on my body. She said she bet I needed some water. I again shook my head up and down and tried to mouth, yes, yes, yes.

Becki pulled the S-shaped metal pieces out of the washers and flung the weights aside. Then she took a pair of scissors and cut the knot on the fishing line wound around my nipples. OUCH!!! -as the blood returned to them my nipples started to ache. I felt, remember I couldn't see, a smooth, cold object press against my left nipple. I heard Becki, using her fingers to bang against the object. Then she began to cuss, “Damn it, you stupid fucker. Get down on that nipple.”

Then Becki began to press the plunger such that it went deeper in the glass tube and pushed the wasp nearer my left nipple. Suddenly I jumped and started hollering out through my wife open mouth. I had felt the legs of something brush against my left nipple. Then I felt the wings buzz against my nipples. I think I almost heard the buzz of the wings. The buzz on an angry insect. Becki said, “Come on you stupid wasp, sting her.” Upon hearing the word “wasp” I started to rotate my upper torso trying to get my left nipple away from the glass tube and the wasp. Becki pushed the glass tube tighter against my left nipple and said, “Damn it, Georgia stop moving and let me do this.” I decided to experience what I knew was going to be painful. I felt/heard the buzz of an angry wasp and then suddenly, the wasp stung my left nipple. I bellowed out as best I could, “GET IT OFF”.

Then the wasp stung me again. The pain was really brutal. I screamed as loud as I could. I felt the glass tube pulled away from my left nipple. I found out watching the video that Becki got up and went to the door and let the wasp loose. I heard the door opena nd close but I did not know what was happening.

I heard Becki sit down beside me and I felt the glass tube encircle my clit. I immediately reacted by straining at my restraints and let out a wicked scream. I heard Becki say, “Relax Georgia, the wasp is outside and there is nothing in the tube. Are you ready to be set free?” I grunted in the affirmative.

Becki started to unscrew the legs of the wooden horse and eventually my pussy lips and inner pussy were free of the nails. She reached up and started to unscrew the device holding my mouth open. It felt so weird to be able to move my mouth once again. I had long since stopped drooling. I was pretty sure I was dehydrated.

She moved to my hands and undid the cuffs around each wrists and my hands fell to my sides. I was surprised that my shoulders could rotate, I was afraid that I might have dislocated my shoulder.

Becki moved to my chest and pulled the bra off of me. As the bra slid off, the sandpaper scraped across the bare skin of my tits. I looked down at my tits and saw that both tits were very red and blood was encrusted around several deeper scrapes.

Becki helped me swing my leg over the wooden horse and stood by me to ensure that I was not too weak to stand. She let me lean against her as we walked toward my bed. Once in bed, I took mental stock of my injuries and deiced that none were too serious. I fell asleep rather quickly.

In the morning Becki and I had breakfast that she had prepared. She asked me to tell her what the event was like. I just told her it was agony and ecstasy at the same time. I didn't know how else to describe it. We talked for a while and then she wanted to know if I had anything planned for the next time. I told her that it was too soon for me to think about a “next time”.

And here it is Monday morning. I'm not sure when the next time will be because I am not
sure what I want to do. If you have any suggestions, let me know.