level of myself torture.

Note : this was my number one story about my journey into being a painfulness trollop. I posted it on my email explanation with my ex hubby. I have now moved it over to my new E chain mail account. That is why it looks familiar to many of you.

-My figure is Debbie and I 'm a 49-year-old whiteness grass widow. I am 5 foot 7, 148 lbs. I have super C eyes, shoulder distance chocolate-brown hairsbreadth. My measure for those who want to cognize is 38C -29- 38. I used to trim back my pubic hairsbreadth but now I shave completely clean.

I 've had a few male friends in the past but they were just like my ex-husband and could not infer my sexuality. You see I 'm a masochist. Yes, I love inflicting pain on myself or have others inflicted for me. I 've always been like this since a young girl. When I would evidence most men that I like to be spanked, whipped on both my breasts and my pussy they would think I 'm nut case and run for the James Jerome Hill. My married man tried but could n't bring himself to beat me like I wanted. I like my breasts hurt and my kitty-cat to hurt.

So that brings me to one of my fantasies that I indeed carried out on myself. I had read on some S & M sites about to torture and cunt torment and was amazed at all the different magnetic declination that you could torture a few male person tit or cunt. I was really storm that I came along a site that showed a woman sitting naked on an ant hill. She let those ants crawl all over her cunt as she squirmed from the tiny bites that they were given her. I just about came looking at that brusk video and wished that it was me on at anthill.

I came up with what I thought was an ingenious way to really self torturing my clit and deep in my slit. To give me the ultimate pain. I gathered a 1-1/2vacuum tube and cut it about 8 inches long. I got tape in taped 2 modest synthetic rubber ties with hooks on the end to both sides of the two closing curtain to the and that was cut. I then set up a weight lifting terrace and raised the barbell holder to its highest setting. I fastened ankle cuffs on each position to except my legs and stop up them. Then I got too magnanimous broad leather belts from the Salvation ground forces store that will go one around my pelvis field just above my puss the early around above my tits and below my armpits so I will be secured to the bench and could not get up. Next I secured a ring in the floor with a chain that would go to handcuff that I would lock on my articulatio radiocarpea like could n't stop what I was about to do to myself. I had taken the key for the lock chamber that would unlock my handcuff in on a fleshy shoestring I froze the key in one of those ice lolly freeze containers ( the ones who used to make ice pops ) this would be hung so I could reach it with my hand and the only way to relinquish up the key as I torture myself would be to melt the pop to get to the key.

What I had done all set up I went in search of my tormentors and found in my backyard a ant hill of red ants. I scooped around 50 to 60 of these red ant into a container with a stocking lid on it so they would still get air. I also had a couplet of old stockings that I cut a patch out of them and configured it so it would go over the vacuum tube then wrapped respective routes of charge plate electric taping as to form a cap that would go on the end of the underground and tolerate air to get in to the tubing but keep the pismire from crawling out of the tube.

The final footprint was to get out my commercial-grade X unit this building block has five touch leads on it so I could put a confirming and negative on each nipple and I put one on my clitoris. This unit would be set on an AC timer that would come on a mates minutes after I started my torture. The unit was set at 8 on the power dial.

With everything gathered, everything set up I chose 11 o'clock on Saturday at the time to proceed to torture myself. Everything was in spot in my rec room. The ants were collected everything was ago at 11 o'clock I strip down raw got the tube set to sneak in deep into my bitch I had to string with the key hanging finish to where my manus would be. The decade unit was at the ready already set up with timer on. I stuck the tabs on both mamilla in one image to away from my nipples. I stuck one on an alligator clip on my clit with a pad 2 inches above my button. I proceeded to interlock my ankle in the ankle restraints with my pelvis pitched up I readied to handcuffs so I can rupture them on quickly. The final thing for me to do was to insert the tube deep into my cunt. It took a bit to get it deep and up against the opening of my womb because I would not use any lubricating substance that way the bulwark of my cunt would snaffle the to and hold it in me ameliorate. Then I attached the rubber eraser strap to the rail of the weight bench to keep that tube deep in me. With my heart hammering and with anticipation I did the concluding act and that was to postulate the lid off the container of red ants and poor people them down the subway system I quickly put the nylon On the end of the subway then it quickly snapped to handcuff on. By the time I laid down and was putting cuff those ants were already biting at my womb. God did it suffer I was strapped down and it took all my effort to put the cuff on and then I grabbed the ice pop with the key and held it for I wanted to unlock myself and get those pesky red pismire out of me. Just as I was trying not to scream the tens unit of measurement clicked on sending pulses of electricity to both my nipple and my tumefy clitoris. I was incensed with pain shaking uncontrollably by what I was doing to myself. Has the bother from those emmet biting me and the electricity burning me I was actually coming uncontrollably from the joy and pain sensation I was receiving. My cunt was grabbing the underground tightly as I was Cumming and Cumming.

It was 45 min. later and after five climax from the pain the key to my handcuffs finally became useable. I quickly unlocked my hands and shut the tens social unit off. My leg by now were cramping so I locked them and then pulled the subway system out of my snatch closed up with the pismire still deep in my twat. And yes they were still biting more than ever because they were running out of air. I had such a burning pain sensation right below my belly button from the burning itch uterus. That would be with me for days after the ants died. Of course eight time of day later I did douche all those fiddling tyrant out of me.

Will I do it again you ask ? Yes maybe with yellow jacket bees, or crickets, or maggots. Something that will eat and sacrifice me pain at the Lapplander time. I 'd get it on to hear from anyone of you out there that love to do what I do to my organic structure .