Pirates!

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Picture the scene: it’s the early 1700s. A pirate finds himself stranded on a desert island and is soon captured by the natives. After going through due ceremony, he is dragged down to the shoreline and forced to stand between two palm trees that are only about two metres apart. Held tightly in place, thin leather thongs are tied around both of his thumbs, which are then connected to vine ropes.

At a signal from the tribal chief, two warriors on each side pull on the ropes, spreading his arms high and wide as the vines run through holes located nine feet up the tree trunks. In seconds, his feet leave the ground until he is suspended with his toes about two feet above the grass. After a minute or so, at another word from the chief, thin thongs are tied to his big toes and secured wide apart to the two trees.

Immobilized and hanging in agony, he watches the witch doctor approach. The doctor uses ten thin wooden needles, inserting one under each toenail. Everyone then moves away, following the witch doctor back to the village. After only a few minutes, the pirate realizes that the blood dripping from his toes has attracted visitors. Half a dozen snakes slither towards him! He watches as they get right below him, then rear up, and he feels their fangs sink in as they bite his toe feet and ankles. The venom begins to flow through his body, bringing an intense burning sensation as it travels up his legs.

Slowly, I notice a lovely warm sensation between my legs; the friction from my struggles has caused swelling! Then comes a delicious heat, and suddenly there is a wet patch. I lie in it, panicking slightly, and struggle to undo the shoe laces tying my thumbs to the headboard. It turns out to be harder than imagined because they have pulled really tight—slip knots, lol!

After five minutes, my hands are free. Then, in a matter of seconds, my big toes are freed from the laces securing them to the footboard of the bed. Worried about the wet patch and puzzled by why it felt so good, I eventually drift off to sleep.

Thus ended my attempt to recreate a scene from a comic involving a character named Adam Eterno. My first self-bondage experience at age 10!

Thanks to anyone who stuck with me until the end of this tale.