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.
I had mailed my story, and now I had to wait for the next meeting. Time was so slow, I had all these images in my mind, like cast in stone, like a film that was repeated again and again. What did it all mean? Sure, it was incredible exciting. And the longer I thought the more I became attracted to the images of leather, latex, strong and powerful woman, with whips, even with strap on. But that could not be part of real life? I had done some research, read articles on the web, not scientific but interesting enough. It told about woman taking the lead, taking control in a society that was mainly male dominated. And now these same males were submitting. Dying for the attention of their Goddesses. It all seemed so simple, so natural, so attractive. And the leading capacities of Herrin Sicha were obvious. But what I did not understand was this: was this about sex? Was this about lifestyle? What did Total Power Exchange mean? If felt like utter submission, it felt like something that had to be done in order to reach Nirvana. But on the other hand giving up your total identity, your freedom, accepting a chastity belt, blinded by lust and signing a slave contract. I even had read a story of a mistress that was willing t expose her subject to the world, in order to punish his behaviour. And by doing so destroying his whole career. Was that what I wanted? Certainly not, but what did I want? Where was the line that was not to be crossed.
My thoughts stopped when I was outside, ready to ring the doorbell. A new chapter was about to begin, where would it lead me. When I rang the bell all remained quiet. I searched for her car, there it was, in front of the house. She had to be there. Then I saw the note, right next to the door. It said,
G, go to the back of the house. Undress yourself and remain standing there until your Herrin will come and get you.
Undress? It was only 5 C, it might take her god knows how long to get me, maybe she wasn’t even at home after all and I would be standing there, freezing my balls off. But there was no option, not obeying would lead to a very uncivilized chat. Now I was confronted with the power she was about to have over me, would I give in, would I submit to this ridiculous demand? It was more than that, I was so horny and I had anticipated so many thoughts, so sexy thoughts, and it all lead to this? But to be honest, I was only rebelling in the back of my mind, I wasn’t considering any of it for real. I had to do it, did not want anything else. So, there I was. And yes, it was cold. It did not take long to get that message to my bones, I was not controlling ,y limbs that had more than goose bumps, they started to shake violently, my teeth were making noise like castanets. Leaving was no option, even worse than not showing up! I would be cast out of her circle of attention, and I was living for this attention. Maybe in the end I would get m,y reward, that’s what kept me there. Maybe I was allowed to cum, I had managed to control myself, with great difficulty. I had the feeling my balls were bursting, expanding beyond the limits of my pants, day after day. But I knew, confronted with the question there was no way of lying mu way out of it. The truth would be written all over my face. So, I stayed away from the obvious and concentrated again on the cold.