Konstituerande

The metal is cold and excruciating against my flesh. It digs into my neck, wrists, and ankles like bare bones grinding against each other. It becomes more unpleasant with every adjustment I try to make. I must make myself become accustomed to this metal structure, to feel as though it is an extension of my skeletal structure, a part of me. Every sensation is an exquisite mixture of pleasure and torment. I feel his eyes watching me, his smirk, his pleasure in my discomfort and torment. I find that I am turned on by this in spite of myself. He knows where every tender part of my body is and he makes sure to exploit that knowledge. I have no choice but to give in, a slave to sensations. Later on, I am completely immobilized with all my weight supported by a bar between my legs. With my head and arms severely tied back I find it difficult to catch my breath and before long I am rasping and gasping for air. He lets my head up but at the price of the singletail's licks.