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Suspension and soreness. a tale of questionable saOkay that went fairly good. I tied the hook about a foot off the ground and fixed it to the computer desk, which is one of the old heavy duty ones. I made sure to stand on it first so I knew it was sturdy enough. Didn’t budge. I got lubed up and got down on my knees, just barely high enough up to get the hook in. went in super easy (only about an inch diameter tip) wasn’t till I got it to the curve that it was anything special. I let a little weight down and quickly realized this was going to be fairly intense. Right off the bat, the ball end proved deeper than I expected. I’m used to toys penetrating me over 9 inches in my pussy and my anal record is 16 with a flexible toy so this didn’t seem like a factor, but the upward angle and the stiffness of it felt a lot different. Even perfectly vertical the hook was slightly higher angled than I normally go with toys and that was as far forward as I could get, and leaning backwards just made the angle way steeper. This was slightly intentional, thinking it would reach my g spot better and make it feel more pleasant. Turns out I miscalculated a few things and by the time the hook bottom was firmly on my pelvic bone my g spot was being pushed waaaay beyond its normal location. I slowly let myself down a little more, nervously putting more weight and widening my legs. Breathing control was difficult and another thing I didn’t account for, my bladder, was really getting pushed. It felt more like pulling forward then up and the ball end was cramming my bladder so hard it felt like I had to pee but…different. Probably good I peed beforehand. The sensation of pressure was expected but it had a very harsh burning as well, similar to urethral sounding, probably from the big metal hook pushing on my urethra (shocking!). I couldn’t lean forward because the rope was pretty much against my belly (blocking me from playing with my clit, sadly) so I had to kinda move side to side to rub my clit with the rope, rubbing more around it in a very inefficient way. Leaning back was substantially more intense konak escort in both good pain and bladder discomfort, so I did that very sparingly and I don’t know how much honest weight I got at this point. Difficult to measure. I thought maybe a different angle or position would feel better, maybe less harsh on my innards, and when I tried from behind I ran into angle problems. Couldn’t really get it in my pussy from there so I improvised and went anal. That felt a bit more interesting at first but after a little weight I hit tailbone and suspending even moderate weight with a ball against your tailbone was very unpleasant. I didn’t want to go beside because frankly that would be both balanced badly and also I would be anchored by nothing but soft tissue and hanging by my anus, which is not as strong or safe as vaginal muscle. So I didn’t really do much anally, mostly wiggling and rotating the hook with very little actual weight on it. so I went back to my pussy and the front hook position. This time I was a bit turned on and less scientific than just revved up and horny. So I got hooked in and decided to just go for it. I started letting my weight down a bit faster and more continuous till the base was firmly clamping my pussy to the pelvic bone. I felt around and was pleasantly surprised how much I was pulled open, letting me poke around with my finger. I got the hang of it (pun intended) and figured how to lean back just enough to get my hand between the rope and my clit so I could really get busy. The more I rubbed and the more vigorous I got with my clit, the easier I could control my pain level and the more comfortable I got letting more and more weight down. At this point I wasn’t going to pull any farther open; it was just a matter of how many pounds of force I could handle pinching my most sensitive body part between bone and a steel rod. Nervously I calmed my breathing and decided this was the moment, I took a few deep breaths and much like someone’s first high dive jump I just kinda let my legs slide and let gravity make me its bitch. I didn’t realize konak escort bayan I was panting and whimpering out loud for a second and I really dint care either. Though I was not truly suspended 100 percent, I was holding the rope and my knees were barely touching, more for balance than weight. The weight on my knees was probably very negligible; I would say 10 or 20 pounds max. I am not sure if it was the psychological aspect of what I was doing or the pressure alone but the burning quickly became overwhelming and I realized I was going to orgasm soon. For some reason I began swinging back and forth a little, frantically clawing my clit and sort of “rolling” the ball around my pubic bone. My g spot was absolutely on fire and during the orgasm I briefly lifted my lags just enough to get “full weight” on the hook. Immediately after cumming I put my legs down and pulled myself off the hook. With my knees weak I sort of just let myself slide to the floor and lay there just waiting for the burn to let up. I am kinda proud I got my weight on it fully even if I was just 2 or 3 inches off the ground and for maybe 5 seconds. As the orgasm haze wore off I realized I was much sorer then I thought at the time. I am borderline on whether it was worth it or not, I will let time tell me that. It’s been perhaps 20 minutes or more as I have been freshly writing this and I am still very sore, bruised feeling similar to light menstrual cramps (hey, I can’t think of a better analogy) and that deep ache when you do very deep anal and kinda overdo it in the heat of the moment and feel sore later. That same deep dull sensation but rather then way up in the mid belly it’s pretty much right in my cootch. I wouldn’t call it “severe” but quite noticeable. I am tempted to pop an aspirin but I want to be able to gauge this accurately so I don’t underestimate it and overdo it next time because I was doped up. Despite that bruised feeling I actually still feel kinda horny, inadvertently finding my left hand back at my clit as I paused between paragraphs. Intensity was definitely like escort konak a 9. The pleasure and pain were similarly heavy, and if the ache doesn’t last that long I can see this being a repeated thing…if the ache persists very long I will probably toss this in the “tried it, didn’t like it” list with hot wax and sounding and nipple piercing. I dunno yet. I will say anal suspension is just a solid “nope” and that odd little moment when I thought using a thinner hook in my urethra is definitely out. not sure why I even gave that the slightest consideration for a split second. My concern is that the hook’s depth might have been overkill since the firs was too shallow and slipped out, I may have drawn up the last one a bit too deep and if I do this again, I might have the ol machinist bob it down an inch or so. It might have been the upward force on my g spot more than the weight on the bone that caused the discomfort since leaning back made it way worse and the weight would have been about the same. Still needs evaluation. Definitely not the most painful thing I have ever done, but probably top 5 as far as intense and odd sensations. And after I post this im going to have a decaf latte and watch 50 shades of grey. Everyone is so one side or another on this movie and someone sent me a (totally legal and legit) home viewing version of it. I figure what could be more appropriate to judge a movie on either fun BDSM or Stockholm abuse then when I am freshly sore from my own kinky experiment that ill either file as BDSM or self-abuse (depending on the next few hours)? Plus I’m tired of people nagging me to go see it and then getting pissed when I won’t shell out 20 bucks and popcorn. Theaters don’t allow margaritas or weed anyway so I call this a better venue anyway. (the author of this nonfictional sex-journal entry does not condone the use of i*****l substances nor the admission of their use. All statements beyond the intensity rating should be considered “fiction” for legal purposes and bla bla disclaimer, disclaimer, fiction, 50 shades is a trademarked whatever and no admission of piracy and internet blah, no a****ls were harmed in the making of this and all persons portrayed were participating willingly and under conditions considered safe and all that good crap. I have been over 18 for a long time now, and this is a non-profit who gives a shit. )

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