Again it had been a memorable night, all different than I had imagined. But it was very clear to me Herrin Sicha was in charge, in control of me. And I did not mind a bit! She was an experienced Lady, and I loved to be in her presence. But could I deal with her demands, could I meet her expectations? I did not have any real experience in tis field. And what about no more masturbation, that was close to a disaster! And writing down my fantasies, wouldn’t she get bored soon?
That night I could hardly sleep. I had a huge erection, and it grew even more when I started to rewind the film of that night. I could not control this, I had to touch myself. I grabbed my dick and started jacking off slowly. Just a bit, that would hurt nobody! My balls ached of all the excitement, never before I had to stop while being so excited. The sheer thought of her sitting on my face, while hitting my tender parts with the whip. It was a great experience, but also a 1st experience. I had seen it on movies, I admit, but nothing alike the real experience. And then being touched, whipped while having the blindfold before my eyes, it was all so new, so exciting. I had a fantasy that came close, and I wrote it down.
I am in a strange town, Paris, I don’t know the way and see a café. I go in for a coffee, wandering through a strange town can be quite tiring. When I have taken my seat I see a lady, at the bar. Typical French, small, dark hair, high heels. But dressed smartly, a light erotic touch, tight jeans, sexy shirt. Interested I watch her, when she walks towards me I realise she is the waitress! She looks at me, tempts me, cigarette in her mouth.
“Un cafe, s’il vous plait”.
She just nods, walks off, can help myself to look at her great ass. So tight. But ashamed I turn off, she saw me in the mirror, eyes met briefly. When she comes back she sits down, in front of me, then pushes the coffee towards me. Stares at me. I cant reists her, lower my eyes, feel uneasy.
“Dites, mon garcon”, she says, “I need some distraction, and you have lost your way. So come with me. I will be waiting around the corner”. A last glance, then she gets up. This gives me a strange feeling. It could be a great thing, or it could end up totally wrong. What was I to do? Adventure I decided, it was an adventure. This is Paris, and one doesn’t get a chance like this too often. And lets face it, what could happen. She was a only small french girl. I walked out of the cafe and there she was, around the corner. Leaning against the wall, her right leg pulled up in an angle, foot against the wall. When she saw me she smiled, gave me her hand and pulled me along. We turned into the next street and went into a building. There was only a staircase. She put her arm around my neck and whispered in my air. “lift me”.
I lifted her, and started moving up the stairs. She was light, and she was all absorbing. The light was different, the smell of her presence enchanted me. But I was also aroused, got a huge erection that bumped in her thigh every step I made. “grands!” she whispered.
Then she took a blindfold and put it around my head. I nearly tripped, we nearly fell, but she clung on to me, confident as if I was her saviour. At the top I wanted to put her down, but she managed to get the keys while being lifted, and opened the door. I had some trouble getting through, the she jumped out of my arms, “attends”. I stayed there, waiting. I wanted tio take of the blindfold but she took my arms and pulled them behind my back. I heard a click, a touch of metal. Handcuffs, a slight panick went through my body. But didn’t I want adventure? This was adventure. She pushed me forward, into another room. Pushed me against the wall, quite rought. I felt how she loosened my belt, my pants. I opened my mouth, but in went some garment, secured with a panty around my head. My pants fell, my knickers went down. I felt vulnerable, stupid. There I was, bound, naked, dumb and blind. The shirt could not go off, then I heard scissors, cutting. Shit, a brand new shirt. But then she said,
“don’t worry about that. There is a lot more to come which you will regret”
I felt my arms tightened, they were lifted. I was in an impossible position. Nothing more to protect me. And that was really necessary, I felt a slight touch on my body. “This is a cane, to get started”
And then the cane made its characteristic sound and the blow fell. It did not hurt too much, but the sound scared me, you could hear it before it hit you. And with the number of strokes the intensity raise. Especially on my ass it was very sensitive, it did hurt like hell! There comes a point you want to jump and dance after the stroke, to move away from the source of the agony,. But there was nowhere to go, only to bear it.
She stopped, I was gasping for air, exhausted. But the darkness was still there, and I had no idea what was next. But I did not had to wait long. I sensed a finger, in front of my face, near my nose. It was moist, it smelled strong. “this excites me a lot! You are my sex slave, and I am going to abuse you, to beat you up. And maybe I will orgasm from sheer joy, from your pain, your moaning. Because you know what I am? A sadist, a pure and bloody sadist. Your pain is my pleasure. And now we move on to the whip. You thought the cane was hard to bare, believe, it was just a warming up!”
She removed the blindfold, and I could see her, at last. I nearly got a heart attack, the leather, them boots! She looked divine, like a goddess, and almost completely I forgot all my suffering, all my pain. Suddenly I remembered why I had come with her in the first place. This lady was a miracle of beauty, of charm, enchanting. But when I realised what it was she was holding in her hands my breathing stopped, fear struck me, my heart ached. There was a whip, a true whip. A whip Captain Bligh (the Mutiny on them Bounty) would have loved. That whip was meant to humiliate me, crush me, defeat me. I was soo scared!
I had thought what she said about sadism was a joke, a rude joke, but teasing me to the limit. But now there was no doubt about her intentions, the smile she showed was one of joy and pleasure. She had caught me, she was the snake that hypnotised the mouse, she was the spider that had caught me in her web. And we all know how that story ends!. She walked towards me, slowly, heels clicking loud on the wooden floor. She held up the whip, just before my eyes. “kiss the hand that is about to torture you”. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and moved my face towards her hand. I could only purse my lips, I was still gagged. She was satisfied with the gesture. “I will blindfold you again, so we can have more fun”. My world became dark again, and with my heart beating like percussion in my chest I waited for the ordeal.
Then suddenly I became I aware of the fact I wasn’t alone. Thyere was someone in the room, in a some sort of panic I wanted to hide the fabtasy I had written down, but even worse, my pants were on my ankles, my rigid cock exposed. I grabbed my pants and wanted to shove them up my legs. At that moment there was an iron grip in my neck, bending me down. I wanted to jump, but could not go anywhere, at all! Then there was the voice of my Lady, my Mistress.
“I thought I had made my point quite clear. No touching of your cock. I asked, no, I demanded chastity. But you decided to bend the rules. You thought you could do whatever you like, once out of sight. But you underestimate your Goddess. And I pity you, pathetic little man. Not because you failed me, not because you cheated on me. Because I have decided to punish you. You want your cock being touched, being stimulated. Well, I will take care of that!”
She let go of my neck.
“lie down, on your back. Stretch your arms above your head”
Mistress was quick in tyoung my hands, and immobilizing my arms. The spreading my legs, tying them I such a way I could not move. At all. Then she stood between my legs, towering over me.
“look at me,”she said “look at this foot. Do you know what I am going to do? I am going to kick your nuts. I am going to give you great pleasure by touching your sensitive parts. Only one slight problem, I have no intentions of being gentle today. There is only one thing to do to an anfaithful servant. And that is punish him”.
Then she stepped one step backwards, started swing her foot, so I could see it. Slowly, getting closer. Then all of a sudden she kicked. It was being run over by a bus, all of a sudden this flash of pain. I groaned, wanted to move. Seeing me immobilized, seeing me in pain she said
“one kick, and now you are already in pain, wanting you never made this mistake. Well, I am not finished, not by far.”
The kick was expected, and yet it thundered into me, crashed my nuts. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but I had to groan. I had to let go in some way. I was in such pain, I was so much endutring incredible and excruciating pain. Stars were in my eyes. I did not know what to do. And she kicked, again and again.
And suddenly I was screaming on top of my voice. “Please, please I am so sorry. I know I was disobedient, I am so sorry.”
But she just laughed. “Take it, as man or a pansy. I don’t care. But take it.” She hissed. And kicked again!