Tonight was one of those evenings where I felt the familiar knot of nerves tightening in my stomach even before the session began. I knelt on the hard floor, completely blind, holding the “Nadu” position – a position of pure submission that never fails to remind me of my place. My high heels dug into the floor beneath me, making it impossible to ignore the discomfort. The strain in my ankles and knees was intense, but I knew it was exactly where my Owner wanted me – vulnerable, uncomfortable, and fully at his mercy. He enjoys watching me push myself to endure for him. He knows the mental battle I go through when I’m in this position, trying to remain still, trying to maintain control over my body while I feel it slowly betraying me. Our community had chosen the theme for this session: Sensory deprivation and overstimulation while being heavily restrained. I already knew this was going to push me to my limits. The moment I heard the decision, my heart raced, torn between excitement and anxiety. Overstimulation is something I’ve never quite gotten used to, and with the added restraints, I knew this would be a real challenge. But that’s the beauty of submission, isn’t it? Pushing past your comfort zones for the pleasure of your Dominant. I live for these moments where my mind and body are no longer my own, but completely under his control. My Owner began by fitting the restraints on me – first the leather collar, a symbol of ownership that immediately calms and focuses me. Then the handcuffs, and finally, the footcuffs. I could feel my breathing quicken. There’s something so powerful about the feeling of being restrained, knowing that you can’t escape even if you wanted to. Between the cuffs, my mouth was gagged with our harness panel dildo gag, silencing me as he filled my mouth with the toy. The thick rubbery taste hit my tongue, and immediately my drool began to seep out around the gag. My first hole plugged. Then came the next two: He filled my pussy and ass with two new pumps we had just gotten. I was nervous about these toys. We hadn’t used them before, and the idea of them inflating inside me made me shiver with anticipation and fear. I felt my body tighten as the pumps slipped inside of me. Once they were in, my Owner began inflating them with air, one after the other. The sensation of them expanding inside me was overwhelming. There’s something about double penetration that is so incredibly intense for me, both physically and mentally. Truthfully, double penetration is a soft limit of mine, but I trust my Owner deeply. For him, I’ve been slowly easing into it, allowing my body to get used to the sensation with small toys. But the pumps were something different. As they expanded, I could feel every part of me being stretched and filled. It was uncomfortable, but also oddly thrilling. I could feel my arousal growing, my body betraying me as always. Once the pumps were in place, my Owner clipped a leash onto my collar and started guiding me around the room on all fours, like a pet. I blindly followed the sound of his voice, feeling utterly vulnerable and exposed. At one point, the pussy pump slipped out because I was so wet. My Master chuckled softly, then took the time to reinflate both pumps to ensure they stayed securely inside me. The feeling of them pressing against me, stretching me from the inside, was now even more intense. Every step I took, every movement of my body, reminded me of how full I was. It was a reminder that I was completely at his mercy, and that thought sent a rush of heat through me...