Here’s a nice description of intense pain and its effects, for those of you who make a study of such things. Bar Coded Bitch had 62 green and yellow clothespins on her breasts, belly, and pussy, making a very nice sunflower effect — and this is what it was like:
The sunflower design was a punishment and i was ordered to wear them for two consecutive hours. During those 2 hours, i was to concentrate on having them whipped and flogged off. After the first 45 minutes, i knew i was fucked. The pain of 62 pins was absolutely outrageous.
The pain was stabbing sensations in the fibers of my breasts; it felt like my muscles were tearing and my skin was splitting, searing white hot pain flooded through me and made me break out in a cold sweat. After the first hour, pain-slut I was, I didn’t think I could finish this assignment. i felt nauseous and couldn’t imagine anything flogging or whipping the clips off my chest. Even the breezes caused by an oscillating fan felt like a sledgehammer against my chest.
And then came taking off the pins.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The pain was intense and terrible. Excruciating. i really thought i just might die there.
My body exploded with each clip removal like bombs were going off, little torpedoes beneath my skin blowing up nerve endings in the tightly pinched skin. i had blisters for a week after this punishment but after 4 years, i still stand in fear of these sunflowers and think of them and the pain imprinted on me every time i see an actual sunflower of any type.
i wasn’t thinking of anything but the pain during this assignment but after the fact, the fear and respect i have for this is arousing in nature and i walk a fine line hoping that i am never ordered to this punishment again.