Insex Betty – Stars and Stripes

There are a few things that I really enjoy in life. I like to wear tiny pink nightgowns, I like to cuddle, I like to kiss soft lips and I love my Teddy Bear. But what I recently found out about myself is that I love to be tied up. I love the way I start to sweat the instant the ropes pull tighter on my skin. I love the way that rope almost feels like a blanket wrapped around my body. I love the way my fingers start to tingle after a few minutes go by, or the dull throbbing that begins in my arms but eventually spreads over me. But one of the best sensations is when the ropes come off and I get goose bumps all over my entire body. The feeling rushes back into my hands and they almost hurt because the ropes are gone. It’s strange to realize something about yourself when you never had the slightest idea you could feel that way.

I had that feeling today. I knew that I was going to feel new things, and I was scared. I guess I always get scared when I know that I am going to have to push myself. I never know how my body will react to anything really, especially when it is incredibly intense. So I calmed myself down, dressed in my pink nightgown, climbed in the tiny cage with Teddy and waited for it to begin.

I don’t like to wait. My mind starts to conjure up all kinds of scenarios in which I will be punished or tortured and it only adds to my fright. Part of me also knew that once the waiting was over and I was let out of the cage it would only get worse, so I decided that waiting wasn’t so bad after all. My feet began to throb beyond belief. The cold metal was cutting into them so badly that I didn’t know how long I would be able to endure. When he began sticking my feet with pins the pain in my feet began shooting up my legs. He said he would stop if I gave him my Teddy, but I didn’t want to. Teddy was the only thing that was making me feel comfortable in that little cage. I couldn’t do it, I had to let him take Teddy. It made me feel horrible. It made me sad that I couldn’t take more of it for Teddy’s sake.

I had never been single tailed before. The cracking sound it made was enough to make me cry. I have never been more scared than I was then. I knew that it would continue for a while and that I should try to get myself to calm down, but I had no idea how to do that. I didn’t want to zone out because I felt like it would be cheating. I wanted to understand how it felt to be whipped even though I didn’t want to really feel it. It made me shake, it made me sweat and I couldn’t stop crying. I felt like I was losing control of my body. My nipples became hard and I didn’t know why. When he would stop, even for a brief moment, I felt unbelievable amounts of gratitude. And throughout the entire episode I kept thinking,, "I cannot believe that I am doing this and I have lasted this long!" I hated it with such a passion, but I loved the idea that I was experiencing it. My emotions became so mixed and extreme that it tired me and made me weak, but I didn’t want to stop because I was curious to see where it might go. 

I liked being hogtied and suspended. I was scared that I might fall, but the ropes made me feel safe. I liked the air on my face when he pushed me. I even like the feeling of Mr. Pogo at first, but then PD pushed it in harder and faster and it began to hurt. When he flogged my pussy I began to panic again. My pussy was still sore from the single tail. I started to cry again, I think even before I felt it on my skin.

I remember that I used to think that it would be wonderful to know everything about myself. Have no doubt in my mind what I was capable of or what my limits were. I thought it would be amazing to understand myself inside and out. I feel differently now. I like not knowing how I might react to these things. Every different feeling is something that is not expected and I think that is much more exciting. I had no idea I would react to intensely to the rubber hoods. Once it was on my head, everything became dull and muted. It frightened me. I couldn’t control my breathing and I began to shake again. But even though I was scared and knew I losing hold of myself, I still felt curious and I knew that if I could continue it would be another unbelievable sensation.

I never thought I would feel this way. I never thought I would be turned on by tight ropes or gags. I think even that scares me, because I didn’t used to feel that way. That’s why I always like to have my Doggie around. Because no matter what new desires or feelings I have, or no matter how scared I am, I can always feel like a little girl cuddling with her Teddy Bear. Even if I am in a tiny metal cage suspended off the ground getting fucked by a machine. With Doggie there I still feel safe.