Exactly seven days (aka one week) after my submissive baptism of fire I played the numbnut in a serious Femdom movie. The shooting took place in a small dungeon, crammed with equipment and people. There was a cameraman, a photographer, huge photographer lights, SM-furniture, a visagiste and several onlookers. It was quite an experience, to say the least. I was still as green as a meadow and yet I was punished as if were an experienced, diehard slave. During one of the breaks the Mistress tried to tie me to a small table, because She wanted to include some bastinado (foot sole torture). But the table was way too small, so it was soon off the table, so to speak. Years later the soles of my feet were targeted and I’m glad there was no camera around that day. It was excruciatingly painful, unbearable almost, and I was willing to do, promise and say everything to make it stop. Bastinado-o-o-o-o-o-o-o.