I can't believe it but... I did it: 95 minutes - 1 hour 35 minutes...
Please Sir, allow me to post it now.... I'll edit with my report as soon as possible....
Ok, here's my report. It took me ages to write it, and I know it's not so good, but it's my first one and....... ok, I shut up.
Yesterday.....
I saw this thread many times before, but I've never read it. 'Till now.
Never did cornertime before. I'm not interested in that.
And suddenly I think: "How does it feel like? Could I do it?"...
Sure, I can try. But, as I said, I never did it, so I start from the beginning: 5 minutes.
The position is uncomfortable: I have big breasts, and when I stand by the wall my nose remain about 8 cm away... I have to lean forward and bend my neck backward. I don't like it. Nope. Not at all.
After just a minute or so I think: "Why am I doing this?..." If I don't pay attention, breathing is enough to lift off my nose from the wall...
I could stop, right now. Probably I should.
I don't, and the alarm rings when I think I'm just half the way.
Weird.......
Today.....
I want to try again. 15 minutes, this time... can't be that bad.
The position is slightly different: now I touch the wall with my nose
and my forehead. Better.
I still don't know why am I doing this. I don't like it. I'd rather spend some time tied to a chair, it would be more fun. After all, I'm not planning on doing the dare, right? I don't need any training.
Why on earth am I still here?... Already ten minutes, right?...
My alarm rings.
Definitely, I suck at estimate time.
And I want to try
again. What, is it addictive?...
But I have no time, not now.
Maybe later........
Yep, I'd still like to try again. Perhaps 30 minutes?...
Perhaps.... 95?..............
No no no no.... I'm not thinking what I'm thinking... RIGHT????..... I mean, it would be only my third attempt, I can't....
Maybe I can't, but surely I'm doing it. I go to the bathroom, first - don't want this turn into a desperation dare... Timer... ok, pants down... Let's start.
First thing: I feel stupid. After all, there's no reason why I should do this so - again... Why?
I close my eyes and start to count my breath, but stop after a couple of minutes. Don't know why, but time seems longer, this way. Better let my thoughts run free...
Interesting thing: thinking about writing this report, I realize I'm thinking
in english.
I wish I could write my thoughts: I'm absolutely sure I'll forget almost everything.
I try to stay still, but I can't. My skin itches, my shoulders aches, my feet goes a little numb... I have to move a little.
I want to know how much time is already passed, I want to drink some water...... I just want to do something else. It's not that I'm bored... yes, I am, but not exactly... I'm thinking about one thing or another, my mind is busy, so I'm not "bored", but I'm thinking I'm wasting my time. And for what?
Yes. I'm thinking to give up.
My shoulders now hurts, and so my right knee. I have to move my hands from behind my back and rest them on my hips. I'm sorry.
No, I'm annoyed. Where is the "acceptance"?... Definitely, I'm not a slave - nor even a submissive. I want this to end, but I decided to try doing the dare, and now I don't like the idea to fail.
Come on, damn timer... RING!!!....
My feet goes definitely numb, and my left ankle "crack". OUCH!.. It hurts... I have to move it a little, but I manage don't lose my balance so I can continue.
I'm almost done, right?... Er... I
did start the timer, right?...
Sigh.
I've had enough. Stop. Now.
Come on, I'm tired. I'm literally yawning.
And then laugh, visualizing the face of an imaginary master at the sight of his supposed mortified slave... yawning. That slave is in troubles. Big troubles.
There's a little "ding" and I almost turn my head to check the timer. But my timer is on vibration, can't be.... I'm not done yet.
...............
Wait... now! The timer!... Did i?.... I can't believe it!....
Ok, my legs and feet are completely stiff and refuse to obey, I can barely walk, I have to sit down, I'm lightheaded...
I'm happy.
I know, I didn't do it well. I moved too much. Still... I did it, somehow. I didn't give up.
Hope this means something.
Was it hard? Yes. The nerves in my shoulders still burns. Boring? Yes
and no... a little of both.
I still don't like cornertime (I'll list as a punishment) and yet..... I could try it
again.
Thank you, Sir.