JanB2
Assistant executioner
Earlier today I promised to describe myself. But since I'll be telling the truth, I'll also include more of my most guarded secrets, and confess my sins, just as I was taught.
First, the description. I'm a petite woman. I stand only 5 foot and no inches (about 150 cm) tall, and weigh proportionally (about 110 lbs today). My hair is brunette, short to medium length and my eyes are green. My bust is fine, if not spectacular. But I think my best features are my nipples (which ARE on the long side) and, believe it or not, my pretty feet.
Now the confessions. I am definitely a masochist, and I've been that way for a long time. I've done some painful things to my own body and have wished very much that I could have other things done too. I think it's a combination of my genes and my Catholic upbringing. St. Agatha was my first hero and role model.
Most of these things were done years ago, but they made a lasting impression on my psych. As a young woman I once laid out dozens of thumbtacks to see if I could walk barefoot on them. No, I don't recommend it for anyone (tacks cannot be readily sterilized), but I confess I did find it exciting. I remember getting a fresh pedicure, going to my apartment and standing on them for about two minutes. Then I rose up on my toes. No blood, but plenty of tiny bruises.
Confession: I once burned my belly button with a match. This was just after college and the intensity of the experience surprised me. I'm not sure how or where I got the idea, but what I did was to tear off just the head of a match and push it deep into my navel. The plan was to take a second match, place it into my navel standing up so that it would burn down slowly and (hopefully) ignite the match head. Then I lit it.
It wasn't easy to keep it lit! I kept blowing it out, accidentally, which is very easy to do. The flame gets very tiny when it gets near the skin. But I kept trying - maybe three or four times - until... Well, I remember seeing the flame very nearly go out. It felt like it was scorching my belly button more than burning it. Then the match head deep inside me ignited. God, that was intense. My first orgasm from torture.
Confession: I've tried, but I've barely been able to pierce my own nipple. That's something I really want to experience, and probably will.
Confession: I really have worn a bra with pins threaded through the insides of the cups for about two hours total. I wore it to church and it was a wonderful experience. Now, I wish I had worn such a bra when I got married. Can you imagine? A white gown, the reception, the dance... while wearing such a thing?
Confession: I really wish there were safe places for women to go to satisfy masochistic urges - something like a day-spa. I would pay money for treatment like that. I could just imagine the selection menu!
Confession: I am thrilled by the idea of the death penalty being administered by crucifixion, especially for women. I would chose a public display for myself, but I would insist on being allowed a pedicure before I carry the cross and before the nailing.
Shouldn't we be allowed the option of torture in lieu of prison time? That would help with prison overcrowding.
Confession: If I could choose my impossible, permanent fantasy torture right now, I would elect to have my torturer push thick glass rods deep into each of my nipples. Then he (or she) would use pliers to break the glass as fine as possible. Heated pliers, I think. It's permanent, not only because the glass doesn't come out, but because the torture renews itself every time my nipples get hard.
Confession: If I was to actually confess these desires to a priest, I would expect my penance would be to hold each nipple in a candle flame while saying a short prayer - 5 times each. I would do the penance to myself regardless.
First, the description. I'm a petite woman. I stand only 5 foot and no inches (about 150 cm) tall, and weigh proportionally (about 110 lbs today). My hair is brunette, short to medium length and my eyes are green. My bust is fine, if not spectacular. But I think my best features are my nipples (which ARE on the long side) and, believe it or not, my pretty feet.
Now the confessions. I am definitely a masochist, and I've been that way for a long time. I've done some painful things to my own body and have wished very much that I could have other things done too. I think it's a combination of my genes and my Catholic upbringing. St. Agatha was my first hero and role model.
Most of these things were done years ago, but they made a lasting impression on my psych. As a young woman I once laid out dozens of thumbtacks to see if I could walk barefoot on them. No, I don't recommend it for anyone (tacks cannot be readily sterilized), but I confess I did find it exciting. I remember getting a fresh pedicure, going to my apartment and standing on them for about two minutes. Then I rose up on my toes. No blood, but plenty of tiny bruises.
Confession: I once burned my belly button with a match. This was just after college and the intensity of the experience surprised me. I'm not sure how or where I got the idea, but what I did was to tear off just the head of a match and push it deep into my navel. The plan was to take a second match, place it into my navel standing up so that it would burn down slowly and (hopefully) ignite the match head. Then I lit it.
It wasn't easy to keep it lit! I kept blowing it out, accidentally, which is very easy to do. The flame gets very tiny when it gets near the skin. But I kept trying - maybe three or four times - until... Well, I remember seeing the flame very nearly go out. It felt like it was scorching my belly button more than burning it. Then the match head deep inside me ignited. God, that was intense. My first orgasm from torture.
Confession: I've tried, but I've barely been able to pierce my own nipple. That's something I really want to experience, and probably will.
Confession: I really have worn a bra with pins threaded through the insides of the cups for about two hours total. I wore it to church and it was a wonderful experience. Now, I wish I had worn such a bra when I got married. Can you imagine? A white gown, the reception, the dance... while wearing such a thing?
Confession: I really wish there were safe places for women to go to satisfy masochistic urges - something like a day-spa. I would pay money for treatment like that. I could just imagine the selection menu!
Confession: I am thrilled by the idea of the death penalty being administered by crucifixion, especially for women. I would chose a public display for myself, but I would insist on being allowed a pedicure before I carry the cross and before the nailing.
Shouldn't we be allowed the option of torture in lieu of prison time? That would help with prison overcrowding.
Confession: If I could choose my impossible, permanent fantasy torture right now, I would elect to have my torturer push thick glass rods deep into each of my nipples. Then he (or she) would use pliers to break the glass as fine as possible. Heated pliers, I think. It's permanent, not only because the glass doesn't come out, but because the torture renews itself every time my nipples get hard.
Confession: If I was to actually confess these desires to a priest, I would expect my penance would be to hold each nipple in a candle flame while saying a short prayer - 5 times each. I would do the penance to myself regardless.
