It had been a long time since I last experienced cathartic crying within a BDSM context, and on this day Utmost Restraint skillfully guided me there. Perched upon a spinning stand of discomfort built by Utmost Restraint himself, I learned what standing on my toes for an hour felt like - thankfully there was an ass hook to remind me not to lower my body too much :) After a nice bare-handed spanking, paddling, caning and flogging, my ass went from a snowy white to a cherry red hue. On this day my nipples were OVERLY sensitive thanks to my monthly hormonal surge, and therefore I found the nipple clamps incredibly painful. All these things, in addition to facing a giant fear of mine - the cattle prod - left me a wet, slobbering mess while orgasming many, many times. Needless to say, it was a pleasure to play with Utmost Restraint.