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glynn012954 -> RE: The Turtle Response (9/9/2008 7:03:41 PM)
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The turtle effect is real. Several years ago I set up an appointment with a pro-dom for a session. When we discussed what I was looking for in a session she took me by surprise and asked if I would like to help her with another client’s session before mine as he wished to be punished in front of another slave (to prove that he could take it). I readily agreed when she said she would not charge me for this time and how I had requested some isolation time in my session that she would have me witness some of his session then place me in isolation while she completed his session and took a break to refresh herself and only charge me for a hour session for our time spent alone together after I was removed from isolation. I arrived at the appointed time and she let me in wearing a robe that completely concealed her body and dress from view. She had me strip and gave me a small black mask (lone ranger style) to put on. She placed a locking collar around my neck and led me into the dungeon on a short chain that she secured to a ring in the wall next to an X-cross. She left the room for a moment and came back in topless, short black leather skirt, black nylons, and high spike heels. Her beauty alone sent my penis to full attention. She then went across the room to where a black cloth had been draped over what I discovered was a cage and she let her other sub out. She escorted him across the room and secured him to the X-cross next to me. She then proceeded to use various implements of destruction on him. Every time he started to beg her to stop she would ask him if he was sure he wanted to wimp out in front of another slave as a worthless piece of sh-- who couldn’t even take a mild whipping. Of course he would change his mind and she would continue. I guarantee it wasn’t a mild whipping he was getting as the welts and bruises were indicating otherwise. Believe me I found myself enjoying the show, her body was all aglow with excitement and perspiration and that sight along with the sexual tension in the air had me harder than I had ever been. She paused in her punishment of him and came over to me and asked if I thought he was feeling pain and I said yes judging from the welts, bruises, and ragged breathing. She leaned down and whispered in my ear that what he had received so far was just a warm up for what she had in store for me as he was just getting her in the mood for some real fun. She then went over to a table and picked up a 4-5 ft single tail and showed her expertise with that instrument causing cuts to appear on his buttocks and thighs. She stopped whipping him and said just wait until I turn you around and use this single tail to remove your balls. She dropped the single tail and came back over to me and without a word unlocked me from the ring and took me over to a heavy wood cabinet placing me inside and locking the door starting my isolation. My mind went into overdrive alone in the dark wondering what I had gotten myself into. I hadn’t requested a heavy session, but she said what I witnessed was only a warm up for what was to come. Needless to say by the time she released me from the cabinet I was a mess. I was turned on like never before, trembling with nervous energy and anticipation and a feature that I hadn’t even realized had happened was a penis that had practically disappeared even though I felt like if anyone even breathed on it, it would explode. She noticed it immediately upon letting me out and remarked I must have been thinking of her. As for as my session it was nothing like the other slaves as she had only been f---ing with my head when she said I was going to really get it after her warm up. Needless to say by the time I left it had regained its full size and I couldn’t wait to get alone so I could take matters in my own hand as she wouldn’t allow any type of release in her dungeon or presence. This was my experience of the turtle effect when the mind thinks pain is on its way and tries to get it out of harms way.
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