My own, brief account of what happened to me last night- I can not explain to full detail due to it being so recent.
Traveling to my Master’s I felt the tension running through me, the fear. I had dressed for Him as always and paid careful attention to my appearance to suit his tastes best. When I entered the dungeon I was immediately blindfolded and walked into the center of the room, I was stripped tenderly, I found this curious as usually things are extremely brutal from the word go- but I credited this to the fact that we had not seen each other for a month. He slapped my face several times, having me kiss his hand after wards in thanks. I stood still, legs spread as I heard him setting things up around me. I listened to the whir of the suspension rig and assumed I would be standing for what ever came next. I was then lead over to my place of punishment and the blindfold removed, there was a suspended ‘bed’ type structure in front of me with a leather sleepsack on the top. I was instructed into it and as He tightened it around me and then fastened it to the ‘bed’ it was on, I wondered what was in store, this was all a bit tame…
It was not until I heard him walk to the back where I knew the hose was that I clocked what was going on. We had spoke about waterboarding when we first met. I was terrified. Already fear was running through my body, lacing itself about my mind and as he came back to the room and lowered my head I was pure panic. I am sure- that already I was crying and begging, this was before he placed the towel over my face. From the moment the wet towel was on me I knew there was no escape. As the water poured over my face I beat my head from side to side and begged and begged. This was all still whilst I could breathe- now my world was white flannel and fear. As the water began to cover my airways I trashed and trashed , real terror, white and commanding. As I ran out of oxygen I panicked yet more, as the towel stayed on my face, sometimes he left me to shake it off others I was relieved to have it lifted from my face. I gasped for air greedily no time for any other thought. And too soon the towel was wrapped tightly around my face. More panic, this time I could not shake it off and as he slowly dripped the water over me I screamed, this time as the oxygen ran I bucked tremendously, lifting my shoulders off the bed. This continued for a long time. Words can not recount fully the fear I felt. There is an amazing powerlessness which comes from experiencing something like this in such an impersonal manner, through out this he spoke not a work to me and I did not see his face. All I knew was the towel, breathlessness and the moments of breath. That was my world. Once he was done my sight was removed once more and I lay in the blackness.
Thank you Sir.