Master is very creative when it comes to building devices meant for restraining.  Whenever we take a trip to his favourite store, Home Depot, I can not help but smile as I witness his blissful gaze, his eyes surveying the numerous aisles of lumber, hooks and rope.  Truth be told I am in awe of Master's infinite imagination and I feel incredibly fortunate to experience the evil instruments Master builds.

The photograph I have included in this entry is the most recent of torture devices which came to fruition just this week.  I would say what makes this item interesting is that it is the very first piece of bondage equipment that I have been eager to explore.  For reasons still unknown to me, I really wanted to experience Master binding me to the wooden dowel and to have Master use me in whatever way he desired.  Although I did not have a play by play as to what would transpire I was very aware that Master would bind my ankles so that I would be spread open and I had an inkling Master would somehow ensure my hands were not free.  My thoughts were correct for within minutes of lying down, Master had me raise my legs and using the thick leather cuffs, he fastened my ankles to the end of the pole.  Wanting to ensure I could not sit up, Master had me place my arms in front of me, under the lower bar and secured my wrists with the attached soft leather cuffs.  Although I could still wiggle and pull my knees together, I was, most definitely exposed and Master had very easy access to my cunt and ass cunt.

Within seconds my body was covered in goosebumps and although I was slightly chilled, my shivers did not come from being cold. No, those little trembles escaping my lips were the result of feeling helpless.  Physically helpless and emotionally vulnerable.  Very rarely does Master bind me, not because he does not enjoy it, but because too many times I have asked him not to.  My reasons were that I did not receive pleasure from being bound, that I was not aroused by such an idea, that I preferred mental bondage; that I wanted to be told not to move rather than "made" unable to move.  I do not believe I was lying when I expressed such views with Master for I do appreciate and become aroused when mentally played with, mentally commanded.  What I have learned though is that I do in fact become aroused when securely fastened to a piece of wood; when there is no way to escape, when I am being physically controlled with no way to break free.

I am still a little in shock by the betrayal of my body and my mind and although the sensations of the Hitachi wand and the electro-stimulating butt plug certainly added to my pleasure, the fierce intensity of my orgasm came from being bound, from struggling with my restraints, in fighting a futile war between leather and muscle. There was even a moment as I pushed against the bulbous head of that magical wand all while yanking painfully at the leather cuffs when my cunt actually seemed to flood and it was in that exact moment that I felt, for the very first time, an erotic connection with being bound.  And that connection brought about one of the most electrifying orgasms I have ever experienced; a release which caused me to scream without reservations, without control.  A part of me wishes that Master had taped our exchange if only so that I could hear those sounds, the moans, the whimpers, the primal growls that violently clawed their way from deep within me, from that place I am only now discovering.

One of the most fascinating discoveries throughout my mini bondage experience is that I am still learning to trust.  This does not mean I do not trust Master, I do; however, I know that the moment I felt immobile, completely helpless I was scared and fear is just another way to define a lack of trust.  I am aware of myself enough though to know that my fear also stems from not having enough faith in myself and from worrying that I will fail, (something I work diligently on each day to not worry about).

A few days have passed since I felt Master's strong hands lock me into place and after much reflection I can honestly say that the biggest release that night came when I trusted Master; when I mentally surrendered my body to Master, when I no longer withheld myself from him.

~His

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