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Pendulum
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Subject: Story: Pendulum
Date: 5 May 92 01:07:31 GMT
This story is much dumber than my normal stories. But the central idea
is worth trying. (If you're in my part of the country I'll even recomend
places to try it.)
I had always noticed that a slave with their hands tied over their head
had some distance that they could move side to side. The farther above them
the rope was tied, the farther they could move. It always seemed that if
you could tie far enough above their heads they would have some real mobility.
A first dry run was in a stair well. This worked well. They could run
from one side to the other without problems, and had to remain upright the
entire distance.
Ahh... The ideas start comming... Where can I find a really nice place
to test?
In the canyons of the southwest are sandstone cliffs. I'm sure you've
all seen them in cowboy movies, they always have some body or other thrown
off of them. The canyon I chose was in a little used area of the state, so
I knew that we could play without interuptions. The canyon had cliff walls
of over 500 feet in height, and grass at the bottom down by the river.
On the night before my slave tied a rope to a tree on the rim, and we
hiked down into the canyon to the base of the cliff that had the rope.
I woke up the next morning refreshed, and excited to get going. I removed
my slaves hobbles and retied their hands together and fastened them
to the rope, causing them to have to stand tall.
I removed the hobbles and walked slave back and forth. Slave could get
30 or so feet each way before reaching the point where the rope was too
short to let their feet touch the ground.
Great! They could run about sixty feet, and still be tied up and forced
upright. Now the problem lay in what to do to take advantage of this.
I led my slave to one end of the run. I explained that I was pulling out
my favorate whip, and that we were going to play a game. I was going to
whip my slave everytime I caught them, they were free (within the limits
of the rope) to try to get away to minimise the punishment. I figured
that with the reach the whip gave me, and the limited circle the slave
could run in, I would be able to get them a good one each time they came
to the edge.
For a while this was amusing... Slave would get to the edge of the circle,
and then have to get by me and never quite make it without picking up another
stripe. But after a while slave enjoyed it less and was more directly running
across the whole circle. When slave hit th point where their feet didn't
quite touch the ground they were moving at a good clip. Since they were
the weight at the end of a 500 foot pendulum they continued going for almost
60 more feet before they started swinging back.
Wonderfull! They were moving very very slowly during the swing, and I had
more than enough time to walk out and prepare to meet them. They had no
control (since their feet no longer touched ground) and almost 20 seconds
to worry about coming back into range. I hit squarely, with enough force
to bring them to a halt, and then they slowly swung back to the center.
I amused myself with this for a while, and it occured to me what I could do
with my slave this evening.
My slave is now tied so that they do not touch the ground at all. Since she
is still on the pendulum the force needed to move her is almost nothing.
Each time I whip, they bounce 15 or so feet in the opposite direction, and
then slowly swing back into range. Early on the fact that the whip imparts
a spin to a body was bothering slave, but now slave has nothing left to
throw up and has just settled into suffering. I smeared a little dung
on my slave to make sure that flies also kept things interesting, but
it did not seem to make much difference.
I guess I should turn in now, and get a good night's sleep. I suspect that
I'll need the sleep, since at sunrise tomarrow I become the slave, and I
suspect slave hasbeen thinking of how to get even all day... And slave
has always had a better imagination than I have...
- Bill One
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