My instincts are taking control, my body is rebelling, writhing; instinctively trying to escape the path of the strap. The co-existence of the love for this pain, and the utter rejection confuses me, as it always does. This early in the punishment, and already I can take no more!
Please Doc! No!!
Happy there are no ties, it allows me to try to move away from the punishment. The memories of lifting myself off the wedge to try to get away, are vivid. Your hand swiftly puts me back into my place - and holds me there!! Your strong hand provides me with both a comfort in its touch, and a manacle, there to make me endure this.
I have had enough, I want to get up now!!
Begging and crying, please, for this to be enough.
It's enough Doc!
PLEASE Stop!!
Trying to get away
Struggling
I can't take it!
Stings, burns, screams
Nothing to do but cry