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My master loves those games when I am in a predicament like in Tackrider scene. This time I had to hold myself above burning candles and of course it was inevitable to fall onto them. Now there wasn’t any time limit, only my strength and my muscles was my hope to avoid my pussy and asshole being burnt as long as possible.

He built a really frightful device and wanted my pussy to be exposed to the danger much more than in Tackrider so he made an evil plan.

As a warming up I pumped up my tits and while my tits were in pain he pierced four big black safety pins into my outer lips. Hell, it was extremely painful and I was just screaming and screaming. He would have done better if he had gagged me :P

The safety pins were attached to chains around my thighs to stretch and pull my pussy lips painfully by their weights making my pussy wide open and defenseless. Just thinking of balancing in the air above the fire with this painful pussy opening gear was way too scary for me.

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And that’s the end of my story:

Since now we had no Christmas tree, more exactly I just destroyed it, it was me who had to be a Christmas tree. Now I could show my master and you that I learned a lot during the piercing course which I told you about earlier.

First I pierced my large labias with a big black safety pin then I pierced 20 medical needles into my body focusing on my tits, my belly and my pussy. I have never had so many needles in my body before and I was surprised at myself how easily I were able to pierce the needles. When every “hook” was the right place I started to decorate myself with the glass ornaments. Finally there were so many glass balls on my body that they had enough weight to pull the needles, especially my nipples were pulled down and it was a bit painful and uncomfortable.

The safety pin had a different function, I hung a black Christmas tree shaped candelabrum made of iron. I used a long iron hair grip to connect it to the safety pin. The heavy weight pulled my labias down and stretch them painfully. Then my master put a small candle inside the special candle holder. I felt that the safety pin was getting hotter and hotter because the one tip of the hair grip was on the flame of the candle and the other tip was connected to the safety pin. I was very scared of being my pussy burnt.

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