Pain & Torture Is Most Effective When The Subject Is Mired In The Very Very Protracted Suspension

Pain &; torture is most effective when the subject is mired in the very very protracted sense of time. Being suspended in this passion of mental anxiety, the anguish of fear, the expectation of anticipation, and having the wondering of the doubt in the ability to physically endure---weighs so heavy on every moment of consciousness.  There is such curiosity in the deliberate actions, and the lack thereof, of the torturer; to allow such anticipation to become so troubling. As the minutes sit in suspended animation to creep into hours and hours of bewilderment; the subject starts to mentally construct and envision what possibly may be administered, what devices may be used to bring about the horrific results deemed suitable by its administration.

Will these actions, will these blows, will these devices inflict excruciating pain??  Will the torture sessions inflict subtle but effective doses of pain to start with??  Enough pain to get moans and howls emitted from a delicate throat whose mouth and lips have now reacted in a wantonly wider opening to allow the tone of the howls to bare witness to the levels of pain now realized.

Ultimately, will the mental and physical characteristics of the tortured subject stay strong enough to prove that she is worthy kajira-slave to be betrothed as the soulful possession to her King, her Master, her Maestro???

Such grueling experiences, while troubling to be subjected to---especially over the long and drawn-out period of the passion; the mental anguish & cruelty, allows herself to prove, demonstrate, and give testimony---To True Love.

Being TRUE---is not an idol term.  It cannot be.  Only a woman who has pledged the consummation of kajira; has given of herself unconditionally---gives herself over to: TRUE LOVE.

The tortures will be excruciating.  They will take you to levels of awareness that you heretofore had never been taken to.  The bowels of the abyss will be the solitary dungeon to torment you.  You will be stretched to the extent that terrifying screams will forcibly bellow from your larynx and throat in such a voluminous heave that your mouth and jaws will have opened enough to fit two enlarged mandingo-warrior-cocks into the cavern that your mouth and sensuous lips have now become.  Whips, birch-branches, riding-crops, and the cat-of-nine-tails will have christened you torso, your buttocks, and the back-side of your thighs to where yours screams have now become intermittently laced with the murmuring of a whispered 'mercy'. 

THere is nothing more stimulating to the visual senses than to see you, in the resigned mental and physical condition that you now how morphed into---resigned, defeated; having given yourself over to a state of catatonic suspected-animation, you are now placed strappado.  Being so suspended; being given over to unequivocal vulnerability, I as the administrator, is most pleased by the visual. 

The only thing remaining to do at this point is to place you onto the Judas Cradle.  You are to be tied, suspended, and fastened in such a manner that as you further succumb to your own weakness, your inability to fight the laws of nature; the laws of gravity, your buttocks opening, your access to your very bowels will be placed onto the four-cornered pointed-edge of the Judas-Cradle.  And there leidy, you will stay strappado suspended while the Judas-Cradle is slowing and excruciatingly impaling your bowels.

The pain is now such---that you are now mad.  Your madness is to the degree of near insanity.  You can no longer even recall that you knew life.  You are now so close to a state of being rendered unconscious.  But the Judas Cradle is still there, it is still entering more of your bowels, it is having you bleed to where the red badge of courage is now flowing and settling into to the ground just below you.

Your torturer; your Lou is not ceasing and desisting any of the torture intentions. 

He is intent on seeing you still pledge your love and devotion---under such life & death circumstances.

You are now~~~within a inch of your life. 

Your breathing is now almost unable to be detected.

You whisper:  "Lou, I love you,"  Lou, please---take my life.  "My life is yours---to take"  "Please---I beg you Lou, I can no longer endure this" 

With your last breath----You, Liedy, are about to mutter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

when the 6AM alarm-clock goes off~~~waking you in a delirious nightmarish state---now recognizing that you have to shower, and get ready---for Work!!!

Lou

    

 

 I feel so many things. Some confusing and scary, even disheartening and stressful. But at the same time I also feel more encouragement, a stronger connection and better understanding. But most of all I feel what I have always felt and what none of my negative emotions or thoughts can or will ever change. I love you!
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