||[Dec. 17th, 2007|09:09 pm]
Nothing is off limits
Long time reader, first time poster.
I have this "thought" that keeps running thru my mind.
There's a woman. She's tied to a chair at the ankles, wrists. A strap holds her head motionless.
The seat of the chair has been modified to be a toilet seat. A steel collar is around her neck, as are steel wrist and ankle cuffs. Connected to them are wires, which are in turn connected to a low voltage car battery. Her nipples are also wired, as is her clit. A dental gag holds her mouth wide open, and a clear plastic tube has been inserted in it.
Under the chair sits a scale that has been modified with a pressure sensitive connection switch.
Simply put, the scale is the on / off switch.
How is it activated, you may ask?
Not hers, but the by-products she allows herself to release.
It's simple really. The amount of shit she gives the scale is the amount of pain she receives.
Slowly, I pour the laxative down the tube, laughing as she’s forced to swallow it.
“Have fun holding it in Bitch” I whisper to her, as I turn on the water in the sink nearby…