It was my first bastinado/falaka experience – now I know why it is said to be the most effective torture ever. It’s extremely painful and there is only few visible physical marks. At the end of my torture I had to fight to hold back my tears, the pain was almost unbearable.
Since we didn’t have any wooden plank to secure my feet, my master built an interesting bondage device to inspire me not to move my feet. My nipples were clamped by chopsticks and they were linked to my feet by a string that went through a pulley in the ceiling so the deeper I let my feet down, the more my nipples were stretched. Actually the pain in my soles was so intense that when the string was yanked the stretching pain in my nipples was nothing compared to the pain in my soles.
He used many different whipping devices: leather rose with wire stem, riding whip, flexible rod, plastic line, toilet-brush, hair-brush. After some warming up whipping in black stockings he burned the nylons down using an incense and then the rest of the material was removed and torn down by a fondue fork.
