I thought a lot about this night. Although she had only slightly touched me, I merely had the sensation of being touched I had experienced her power over me. The slight touch, the suggestion only, and than the real tough stroke of the whip, this alteration had a huge impact on me. Of course, it was more than that, being naked in her presence, her orders, it was like my whole being, all my emotions we under a magnifying glass. A small gesture became a happening, an experience. If the conditions were right it was like a lever. It was multiplied a Thousand time.
How could I cope, how could I deal with that? My fantasy was blocked, not stimulated. It was as if my fantasies became a pitiful copy of the reality, reality was being spoiled even. On the other hand, I was allowed to cum, she understood my need for lust, for satisfaction. I had read about subs dealing with small tasks, humiliating tasks, just taking the crumbs that fell of mistress her plate, being satisfied just being in her presence. But it was not like that at all. My sexual drive was appreciated, was stimulated. And it lead to my submission, I was willing to sacrifice all for her, my sexual desire was to be stimulated, otherwise I would die and vanish. Also different from any other woman I met, she encouraged my manhood, my erections. She made no nasty remarks, she cherished it, like it was a tribute to her. And I must admit, it was a toy she enjoyed using. I was being used, and that sheer thought was terribly stimulating. I was allowed to be male, to be horny, to be stimulated, as long as it served her purpose. Where would that end, where would it lead me, lead she me! Her attraction was not to be denied, like a light on sea, guiding me. She started tormenting me, abusing my balls, never had I experienced such excruciating pain. And yet it was this pain that excited me. I imagined
Once upon a time….
I got a mail, “I expect you at my place, tonight at 10 pm sharp. We need to take control of your lust”. I could not really see where this was heading, I had no other option than to obey. I was there, as agreed. There was a note hidden, “go round the back, undress and enter. I am in the playroom”. At least there was no need to stay in the cold this time. I went into the room, it was pitch dark, I thought there was a good reason for that, but she said, “turn on the light C, I want to show you something”. And indeed, my eyes bulged. She was sitting on the chair, extremely beautiful and attractive seductively dressed in Latex. Next to her a table, with some toys.
“well, I mailed we need to take control of your lust. You are much too wanting, much to eager, much to much interested in your oen pleasure. I want you to control your urges; do you think you can do that? “The answer was simple, of course not. I was crazy about sex, I could make myself cum 3 times a day, watch hot films, read hot stories. It would be unbearable.
“No mistress, I don’t think I am capable of doing that”.
“Good, then you are in for a game that is called Tease and denial. I am going to stimulate you beyond imagination. But to prevent you from cumming we will give you some distraction. Pain normally works well, but I know of men that are getting even more turned on by that. We need to find out what type of man you are, in order to find the right buttons to push. Turn around, bend over, we start with a little toy”
I felt some lubricant in my as crack, and she worked it lightly in my ass. Then she started pushing ab butt plug in. I had never experienced that before; I had trouble remaining standing up, breathing. I needed to concentrate, really hard, and yet damn, at the same time it was amazingly exciting. The scene, me standing there, open and vulnerable, letting her doing this to me, just giving up this control. Letting her take control, not resisting. It was not the butt plug that was going in, she was penetrating my mind, my existence, just like that. And when I turned around I had a huge erection, and there was precum leaking.
“Well, obviously you are ready for more. But realise yourself I am here to stimulate you beyond imagination, until you can’t take it anymore. And then I will send you home!”
She grabbed a ribbon, and starting tying up my balls, closing them in until they were in a little corner, cuddling together. Then she took another ribbon and started attaching that to the basis of my dick. All started swelling, till huge dimensions. My veins were thick and red, like rivers in the country side. My erection was so huge my foreskin did not engulf my cockhead anymore. Then she put on latex gloves and took a little jar. “This won’t hurt, or will it?” She started applying the paste. At first it felt cool, but gradually it got hotter, until it kicked in! I had trouble in looking out of my eyes, keeping standing up straight, hands in my neck, as she had told me to. I needed to focus, then I catch her eye, she was sitting below me, enjoying herself greatly, that was obvious. A sly smile. But I had to prove I was worth her attention, need to keep up with it.
“Well, better not touch this anymore, will be quite sensitive dear C, or …. ?”
There was a pause, “will it hurt more if we use a little whip now?”
She grabbed a little whip, grabbed my mummified dick and pulled me towards her. Is she did not hurt me yet, she now clearly moved one step beyond! She had very good access to my balls, to all the tender flesh. She started hitting me, slowly and soft at first, checking for my reaction. I am scared to say it, but if felt good. I can make all kinds of comparisons, but it’s not like that. It is like sinking into a swamp, deeper and deeper. But its warm water, it is comforting, it’s lulling your mind to sleep, it feels so right! And she sensed it, she was encouraged, realised I was in for more. Increased the force of her blows, a relaxed pace, giving me time to recover, let my moaning and groaning start, swell, and die away. It turned het, very much, suddenly she pushed me down, on my knees, opened her legs and ordered me, “lick me, I need to cum, fast”. And fast it went, she was ecstatic. I did not fail her. When I went home she said simply, “don’t touch it, and suffer for me! Tomorrow same time”
How do you go home when you have been seduced till the end, tempted beyond imagination. What if you have been into the wildest sex of your imagination, and was send home with relief. Very frustrating, very very frustrating. But fortunately (?) the pain in my dick and in my balls was still there so I could remember it all vividly! The biggest question of all was, could I refrain from touching myself. Well, the answer was made simple. Just before I left she stopped me, released my belt, dropped my pants and before I could even start to have an erection I heard this soft click. It felt cool, my cock was enclosed, by…. A chastity belt! She looked at me, smiled, “now I know we are sure to continue our little play tomorrow”. I had pain without end, no, it was humiliation, utter humiliation. I always thought being humiliated by such a Goddess like Herrin Micha would be a thrill, but this was worse from being kicked in the balls! She just did not trust me, and right she was! Because she had stimulated me until I became mad of lust, until there was nothing else to think of, even the slightest thought caused me an erection, my balls hurt beyond imagination. And with every movement I was now being remembered of my limitation, of the control. Of her, the Herrin holding the key!