Shoulderstance (Vonnie)

Well now it was gonna happen.

I was sitting on the bed, my legs drawn up to my body, watching Pluu, who was quietly attaching ropes to some hooks. I had already heard the word "partial suspension" being droppes, but except for the simple notion that I was going to hang half I couldn't really imagine much about it. The tension was rising, and so I could notice from everything: I was shivering, my muscles and skin were tingling, and I didn't really know what I should do now, except to hide behind my own knees.

Uh-oh. Pluu was finished with the ropes. Time for me to join them. Shivering I sat down, on my knees, and let Pluu do her work with the ropes. They felt quite soft, and I was quite happy with that. Whatever the partial suspension was going to be, it probably wasn't going to be easy. In the mirror next to me, I kept an eye on all that was tied. Me hands on my back in a way that I think is really very kinky, mmm! In the mirror I looked like a girl that you van find on beautiful, classy BDSM websites (or could find, I haven't been searching for such sites for years).
And back on my feet, a lot of rope around my waist, which I took as an indication that that was the point from which I was going to hang. From behind to just above my knees. Keeping my balance was already becoming slightly more difficult. The ropes continued to below my knees. Al that lashig, and so few leeway, but yet I was beginning to learn to to keep my balance better in such a situation. How quickly the body adapts :-)
Then a rope around my ankles and that one too tied behind my legs to the other wraps. By now, I could hardly move, even bending my knees resulted in a lot of resistance by the ropes around my body... After pluu had taken a gfood look at how cute I was looking, I went on my back with considerable difficulties. Well, it wasn't that hard. I watched the ropes dangling above me. I still didn't know what was about to happen.

Not much later I was skilfully raised into the air, until only my shoulders and head were resting on the floor below me. I knew that with my hands free I could also manage this position without ropes, with my elbows on the ground and my hands in my back, but now my elbows were nicely off the ground and my hands were unable to support my back. The hipwraps were pretty nasty though, pressing painfully against my hipbone. Probably it wouldn't take long before I wouldn't feel that anymore, I thought to myself. At first I tried ro ease my position by straining different muscles, but eventually I gave up and surrendered to the ropes and Pluu's playing. Oh, those nails over my calves felt so..so..it asked for a reaction, but which? What could I do? Not very much. That pinching in my butt, ouch, how hard, that hurts, but how delicious. It didn't take long before I was in a rush, everything was delicious, everything was nasty, but it was so good.

Vaguely I saw an energetic Pluu being happy with something. Ouch, was that a clothespi-OUCH! Yes, that was a clothespin. For some reason the wooden ones really feel different, also because I place them a bit further on the nipple, I saw. The pain cleared my head a little, but on the other side I sunk away even deeper. I didn't care much what this all meant, I just went on enjoying.
Different sensations were apllied to me, from nails to soft fingers, from the clothespin moving from the one place to the other rather quickly to some candlewax and even the candleflame itself. Just when my feet were starting to prickle Pluu did a check-up, and so I said they had just started to fall alseep, knowing that I would probably remain hanging there for a while. And so it happened. Eventually Pluu said that I would be let down for some five minutes before being raised again. Fine with me, if that could prolong the session, I'd be happy anyway!
Being flat on the ground again was also a bit weird. Being brought down gave another depth dimension, and became even more hazy and clear at the same time. Somewhere I heard that I had already been up for almost 20 minutes, and that that was quite a while. Somewhere I felt proud of that. But had it felt like 20 minutes? It didn't feel like less, not like more, not much like 20 minutes either. Where was my sense of time?

When it was time to go back up, I had the feeling that I'd been down for about a quarter of an hour, and at the same time just a minute. And there I went back up again. Now that I had some Idea of how I was supposed to hang, I could even aid by steering a little by using my once-really-alot muscles. Maybe I should keep up my exercises, perhaps one day it would be something again. My hip almost instantaneously hurt, it felt like it was still bruised from before, and therefore hurt even more. To ameliorate that a little, I pulled myself up a little by my legs, but my legs couldn't keep that up for long, as I was obviously getting tired. Then I surrendered again to the sensations and in no time I didn't feel my hip no more, at least not more than all the other aches, Pluu's fingers and nails and the candle wax. The candle wax! When she grabbed the wax light again, I realised that that light had been standing there lit for a long long time, and that there would be many and hot wax in it. That was a nice fearful sensation, accompanied by surrender, followed by pain and pleasure.

Suddenly I realised that it was becoming tough on me. Almost all parts of me started nagging that I wouldn't be able to keep up this position for much longer, that I was having a hard time, that it was great. When I was asked what was getting difficult (probably it had become noticeable that I was having a hard time), I had my answer ready: "everything". A Big Grin by the Mean Lady. As soon as my feet started prickling again, I mentioned it. It was better to tell Pluu such things, so that she could take into account everything happening with me.
After another flood of wax and nails I was finally lowered. Everything hurt, everything felt great, and my head was swimming, floating and was in a rollercoaster at the same time. It felt like I'd been lying on that spot for another half hour or so, even when my hand and ankles were untied. Everything felt great. The journey back to the other room wass't really registeres. I was clear, knew to move easily, kept my balance, but at the same time I was miles away.

Once, when I was in hospital, I've had a shot of morphine. Then, one and a half hour seemed like just 20 minutes. And this time I no sense of time at all, but everything else seemed much like when that shot of morphine started losing its effects. The cups of porridge, of which I had eaten mine without using a spoon, were still on the table, and while I did see them, the next moment I was staring along them, and had forgotten all about them. I was aware of my environment, and aware of being part of it, but not completely of the fact it wasn't a dream, and that interaction was possible. When I had regained my senses a bit, a few strokes through my hair were enough to let me sink back again a long way. Wow!

The cold outside brought me back a bit, but definately not completely. This effect was going to last a while longer. Once on the tram I watched Pluu, ducked away in my coat, still enjoying, expecting that this would be one of those rare occasion on which I would only be staring out the window during the ride, wondering what I had experienced this time.

At the railway station my mood swung for a while. The cold no longer touched me, I felt big, strong, tough, charged, ready for the world. *grin* Next time when I'm down I'll know what to do, or rather have done toe me. By now, the two moods have merged. Spacy, but strong and charges. What  a great feeling. Falling asleep will not be a problem today!