I don’t particularly celebrate Easter but as I come from a small village, I don’t avoid them. In my country, the biggest tradition is that boys create a braided whip made from pussywillow twigs and on Easter Monday they symbolically whip girls on the legs and ass to make them younger. The boys in my village are reasonable so I didn’t expect any spanking experience. I had to make it interesting by myself. But today’s post will be mainly about things that happened next. But first, I will finish the description of my Easter. I rejected the experiments under the skirt because sometimes there is someone who wants to lift it and whip me directly on the ass. So I chose nice, but sufficiently covering white lace panties. No one can see through them so I put Venus balls into my pussy and my own product – two kinder surprise eggs on the string with these toys in them – into my ass. I left my nipples free but to spice it up a little I put on high heels with hard grains of rice in.I was looking forward to the first carolers. When they came, I felt growing excitement – it was in my head. I imagined the humiliation of being whipped by my friends and only I would know that I had both holes filled while standing with my fingertips on the rice. I was excited all morning but I didn’t even get close to the orgasm even though I could feel Venus balls moving and also I had my last orgasm exactly one week ago.When the last caroler left and we were getting ready for lunch, I wanted to go to my room and quickly help myself to orgasm, but in the end I decided to take advantage of my state and continue without orgasm until the retour to Prague. After lunch, I had about an hour before my friends picked me up and we went on a traditional trip. All my torture gear was still in place, and I thought I’d make the waiting more interesting. I had no time lock so I had to rely on myself that I will endure what I ordered.I locked the door and I put on the highest heels I had at home with one steel wool in each heel so I stood on them. I tied my legs together below and above my knees and also my ankles. I made a rope bra and I put a ball gag into my mouth with a string to the table. I prepared a rope for my wrists from the ceiling, put on my favourite self bondage porn on the computer, attached nipple clamps to my nipples and finally tied my hands above the head. I was supposed to stand like this for an hour. The string from my gag was tied just so that if I wanted to stand straight and comfortable, I would have to look at the computer monitor.Only few seconds passed and the girl in the video didn’t even lock the handcuffs and I was almost on the edge. The pain from my nipples and feet with the movie and balls in my holes was bringing me close to the edge of an orgasm but there is nothing in addition to bring me right there. After half an hour I was completely frustrated and my excitement began to wane, but there was always something happening on the screen that got me just close to the edge again. I was torn from this painful and especially mentally torturous balancing by the ringing of my phone – we were leaving in about 10 minutes. I released my hands and turned off the video. I ripped the clamps from my nipples – a lot of pain, but signs of orgasms disappeared totally. I untied my legs which began to hurt from standing on my heels, and especially my feet. Finally, I took out the gag.It was windy outside and a little cold, so I was able to wear clothes that mask my torture. I decided to leave the rope bra in place and just pulled it tight. I put on nylons and put again the rice in them under my feet. I put normal socks over it and then boots to the terrain. I put a rope between my legs, but this time it wasn’t attached to the waist but directly to the rope bra. I stretched it under panties so that it was comfortable when I was sitting, but when I straightened or even walked, it cut into my cunt quite intensely. Both of my toys remained inside. I put normal outdoor clothes over this and headed to the car that was already waiting outside.As soon as I got out from the car, the rope cut painfully between my pussy lips and my rope bra tightened. While waiting for others, I tried to lean against the tree to rest both the crotch and my feet. Our group of 4 girls and 7 boys went up the hills. After a few steps, I was excited again. However, I didn’t make a knot on the rope on purpose so that the possibility of reaching the orgasm was quite small.As long as we went uphill, everything was still quite comfortable. I didn’t feel the rope very much so I felt mainly the Venus balls and rice. But as the trail gradually straightened, my cunt got really busy. In addition, we went the whole group together and I was very excited by the though of being so secretly tortured and humiliated in the middle of the others. The probability of an orgasm didn’t seem so small, but every time I straightened up properly the rope cut so painfully that I had to do cover it. When we reached the hilltop I felt like I must have my pussy completely torn.The way back was a complete hell for me. I hated myself for all my ideas – the bouncing balls in my pussy, the eggs in my anal, the swollen breasts between the ropes, the rice in the shoes, and especially the rope in my pussy. Each step had a uniform rhythm – rice, balls, rope almost in the stomach and pulled breasts. Everything with my friends around, even during conversation with them! An in addition – the feeling of humiliation. I could feel how wet I was. I was looking forward to the end of the trip like never before. When I finally got in the car, I was almost in paradise.At home, I checked my pussy. It was all red but not torn or burned. That meant I could continue my torture without orgasms. I tightened the rope again and pulled wet enough panties over it. I put on stockings and, despite the cold weather, a short skirt. I untied my breasts for let it rest a little but after a while I tied the rope bra again. I just took a rough sweater over it. I didn’t put rice in my shoes this time, but I chose one that were beautiful but small to me. So I walked in them to the train station.This walk was the same as afternoon. In the train there were a lot of people so I was standing (as I hoped) in those little shoes with my feet tortured all day. If I want to stand straight, the rope cut deep into my pussy and the balls bounced in me. It wasn’t enough for an orgasm because it was really tight. Sometimes the excitement waned, but as soon as I realized how compromising my situation was, it was right back.I entered the subway already noticeably tired of all-day torture. My pussy was completely sore from ropes. I was ashamed and at the same time a little proud of myself that I lasted so long with something in my anal. My feet ached from standing, especially my calves and toes. Fortunately, it was already dark outside and the subway was relatively empty. For the last part of my journey, I decided to walk. It takes about 10 minutes of brisk walking, but it was out of the question yesterday. In the first darker section where you can’t see much, I stopped and took off my panties, which weren’t too wet anymore, but they smelled a lot and I put them in my mouth and secured them with a duct tape. These are easy days for it when we must wear respirators. I also attached 3 clothespins on each pussy lip and nipple clamps on my nipples again. It hurt a lot and I went to my apartment.When I met the first person, I was really ashamed. Especially the very used panties in my mouth were a big attack on my pride. Each step hurt unbelievably, because the pins on my pussy were put on already used skin. The same discomfort took place on my nipples. With each movement, the sweater also moved the clamps. I walked the last few hundred meters before the entrance to the apartment for an awful long time. I wanted to get over it as quickly as possible but every moment I stopped and persuaded myself to take the next step.When the door finally closed behind me, I couldn’t wait to reach an orgasm after all day. But it wanted something stylish. I undressed in the room and left only stockings and shoes on myself. I took the eggs out of my anal, but to humiliate myself even more, I exchanged it for a hated anal plug. I also pulled out Venus balls and I attached them just under my nose with tape. I lay on my back and inserted my biggest vibrator into my horny cunt. Although I was excited most of the day and had balls inside, its insertion hurt a bit. I fixed it, put it on full speed and in a few seconds I reached my desired first orgasm of the day (and week). I don’t know if it was the humiliation of the anal plug, the panties in my mouth and sniffing my own juices, the pain from the clamps and pins, or most likely the whole day I was horny as a whore, but not only the first but also the second and third orgasms were unusually strong.As soon as I recovered, I untied all the ropes, took off the nipple clamps in great pain, but also the clothes pins from the pussy lips, took out everything that was to be taken out and took a delightful bath and then fell into bed on it. 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