The pain in my shoulders, the uncomfortable arching of my back, the degradation of having my mouth completely stuffed and sealed away, even the humiliating intrusion and gouging tug of the hook in my ass: all these are masochistically exhilarating. I could spend as many hours as necessary glorying in them as a demonstration of my infinite devotion. Even the constant stimulation of my p***s, while maddening, is something I’m familiar with and is so closely associated with my Empress’ pleasure that I could endure it for her despite the occasional panic attack. But Mistress Aiko’s last-minute afflictions soon spoil all this for me.
The constant dripping of the water on my forehead, annoying at first, gradually becomes a psychological torment far out of proportion to its negligible physical e
