My last stinging nettle experience happened a couple of weeks ago. This time our trip led to the ruins of an old water mill along a small rivulet, we hoped there were some stinging nettles around. And yeah, there were a real nettle jungle around the ruins, they grew higher than me so they can be called nettle trees.
I found out that it would be erotic to make a nettle skirt and dancing wearing this hot, stinging skirt. I wanted to charm my master with my nettle dance, I wanted to suffer for him.
First I just felt pain and then I got hot, I gasped, my heart throbbed faster and faster. My pussy and my ass was in fire. I was thinking about wearing this nettle skirt all day, maybe I could create a new fashion style. The only problem was the intense use made the skirt worn out too soon.
After the foreplay my master wanted me to keep dancing among the 2 meters high nettle trees. I obeyed him and enjoyed the stinging feeling on my whole body. My tits got a real hard nettle treatment too.
The real cruel part was when I thought that I got enough nettle rashes on my body, my master ordered me to roll into the jungle to devastate some nettle trees.
I was shocked and didn’t want to get more rashes but I had to. I saw that sadistic look on my master’s face and I knew that I had no choice. When I didn’t want to keep rolling he just trampled on my buttocks. It was a rather horrible end for me, I weeped a little but now I am excited when I think of it.
I realized that torturing my own body is a good lesson to learn my limits. It is not so easy to cause pain to myself because I have to surmount to the natural resistance in my brain but if I succeeded I can enjoy the pain much better than when I am tormented by my master’s hands.
What is your opinion about self-torments? Do you like it or not?