A story of another self-sexual torture sentence giving to me by a cyber-Master

Master Dan

Thanks for the video. It brings back memories of a sentence of torture I carried out, which was given by one of my cyber-Masters.

He gave me a specific set of instructions for building the torture device to carry out the sentence of torture.  I had previously told him about the items that I kept in my garage.  All typical stuff you would find there, ladders, toolboxes, storage shelves, and an old wooden sawhorse.  The horse was just as you would picture it. 2x4 wooden legs, with another 2x4 on edge at the top secured to the Vee created by the two sets of legs. Little did I know how it could be used to torture my pain craving, slut body.

I was ordered to take a 2x6 piece of lumber and with a saber saw cut a circle out of the center of the board using a 5-gallon paint bucket as a template, with the deepest part of the curve 2 inches deep. This board was then fastened on edge on the top of the sawhorse with screws. With a belt sander, I sanded the edges of the curve almost to a point with about a 1/2 thick part at the top. I was then required to drive 2-inch steel finish nails 1/2 inch apart from the top of the arch, down to the bottom, and up the other side. The steel nails were to protrude about 5/8 inch from the arch wood surface. The last step, to finish the device, was to file each one to a sharp point.

With the device complete, it was now time to start with my torture.  I stripped down in my garage.  It didn’t take long because I was only wearing sweatpants, a cotton tee shirt, and old shoes that easily slipped off of my bare feet.  I was warm from the work of filing nails to a point.  I had made sure each one had a nasty point that would easily puncture my worthless body.  I pulled my top over my head and casually tossed it on the floor.  I kicked the shoes off, my bare feet on the discolored, cold dirty concrete sent a shiver though my body and my nipples hardened in the cool air.  Lastly, I slid the pants down and deposited them next to the shirt.  As I bent over to remove them, I saw a wet spot darkening the crotch and I could smell the musk emanating from my sex.  My hairless, whore pussy was leaking in anticipation.

I strapped an apparatus, of my own invention, on my upper thighs.  It had clips that would spread my worthless outer cunt lips exposing my fleshy worthless useless cunt and clitoris. I set the horse over the center floor drain with my electric winch directly above the arc of nails.  On each side of the horse was a step stool that I would need to use to mount the device.  I put my wrist and ankle cuffs on.  Then stepped on the closest stool.  It was no problem to step a leg over the horse to the second stool.  With my legs straddling the horse, I was to position a spreader bar under the spiked beam, and attach it to my ankle cuffs. I set the timer for the winch to 10 minutes. I clipped my wrists to the hook on the winch and proceeded to raise myself up toward the ceiling.  As soon as the cable took my full weight, I knocked the stools over, so I was dangling over the horse.  There was no going back now.

I waited the 10 minutes for the timer to expire. The timer sent a signal to activate the winch and lower my body down on the torture horse. With the arch centered on my worthless crotch I was slowly impaled with the sharp steel nails.  Because of the arch the nails slipped between my cheeks and pierced my asshole, the gap between my holes, and my inner cunt lips and clitoris. I was held down by only my body weight. If I wiggled the sharp steel would embed deeper into me. The pain was excruciating, and I came like crazy.  When I started to come the first time the act of the orgasm shook me so that I embedded myself further on those steel nails.  I lost count of the orgasms and time as I struggled on the horse beam.

Exhausted, it was difficult to get myself off of that torture horse because I had to lift my leg in order to remove the bar, which embedded me deeper on the nails. I finally got myself off the horse. I was bleeding immensely because the steel nails embedded themselves almost to the wood into my useless flesh. I had to use many layers of medical gauze in my underwear to catch the blood from the nail holes. Needless to say, I carried out the sentence of torture for my master.

Thanks for allowing me to bring back that memory of that sentence I carried out about four years ago. But I did love the movie. Until I hear from you again, pain slut Debbie

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