Synesthesia

I ask her about her name. "It's short for Synesthesia", she says, and pauses, looking up at me. She's clearly eager to explain the term, so I ask. It's the blurring together of senses. She's thinking smelling colors and feeling sounds. I have a different mixture of sensations planned. As she struggles, the hard edge of a wooden horse presss into her crotch and bears all the weight of her entire body. She tries to hold out, but the cane stinging her breasts and abdomen brings tears welling up almost immediately. She is then stretched from the floor up to the ceiling, and her skin becomes taut, and her exposed flesh becomes irritated. Tiny clips with serrated teeth to bite into and hold their grip as weight after weight is added. The vibrator between her legs begins its work and she feels a mixture of pleasure and pain. She squeezes her thighs together and squirms. She lets a teardrop fall down her cheek. She doesn't know whether to come or cry. I don't know if it is textbook synesthesia but for me, that's enough.