The world was black. As I was dragged into the room I tried to feel with my hands and feet. The utter silence within the thick leather has been deafening. I didn’t have any clue what to expect. I had been beaten before. Where I had been seriously beaten, I’d worked for Paintoy. On Hardtied I used sexually for enjoyment. With OT though I didn't understand what might happen.The metal was cold against my skin. The pipe I was attached to was too low to stand directly, but also high for me to kneel or sit. I can see him studying my entire body as I struggled. His warped mind imagining what devilish pleasures he might visit upon me.The apparatus is much more flexible than I could have ever imagined. He lowers it and lifts my entire own body in whatever place he needs it to be presented by it. It s so simple yet so unkind. I can ' t help but flinch when he approaches with the whip. I adore the feeling in my skin, but the crack gets me every moment. His goal couldn't be better as my nipples and clit are the very first to receive his attention. My gratitude escapes my lips freely.The contortions he set me in are just meant to show my body because of his entertainment. The discomfort he frees to me is bliss.