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 Sicha 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!
The next day I had only one thing on my mind, and what was to come that night! Another torture? Soon I would find out, I was so anxious, having an erection while you cant. That awful thing, just a piece of plastic controlling me. Incredible! As soon as I stepped inside she threw herself upon me, I was roughly pushed against the wall and had the force of a steam train, rolling over me. She yanked my pants down, grasped my balls and started squeezing, like she had then on her mind all day as well! She laughed at my painful grin, the erection filling up that little tube. It hurt me. She had her body forcing upon me, stimulated me, and I was in less than a minute. But no, I was mistaken. She did not stimulate me, she stimulated herself, another rough kiss, bruising, ravishing my lips. Days onwards they would show her passionate and controlling marks.
“C, you behaved well I guess, no naughty trics?” And she let the lkey dangle before my eyes. I could not even answer, her joyous laugh was beyond control.
“you have no idea what pleasure it is to feel my wet cunt all day, knowing you are trapped by me, controlled as you had never imagined”
She pulled me with her as she made her way to our torture room, as I was calling it by now. I had to run, pants on my ankles, ridiculous, nearly tripped. There she pulled me in the lamplight, opened my little chamber and was amused when she saw the result.
“C, you really must be more careful with yourself, you are bruised, all blue spots showing you have been really excited. This thing hurts, you know”
And while speaking she was fondling my dick, slowly jacking off, and squeezing my balls. My erection was instantaneous, hard as a rock!
“well that looks great C. I would say, we should do this more often. But 1st we are going to have some fun. And don’t forget, you are in training. If you blow your whistle I will let you clean the room with your tongue, and I will cover your back with welds until you bleed”
Never before she was so rough and tough, but I did not mind in the least!
And with these words the session ended. Soon it would be time for a new fantasy.
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 g=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”
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 my 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 my 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
Suddenly the light flashed on, another disaster. All the neighbors would be able to see me, a 1000 W lamp exposing my nudity. But in my confusion I saw her, Herrin Sicha. I could not see her, blinded by the light, but I could make out her contours in the door. And without thinking I dropped to me knees and kissed her feet passionately, looking for warmth. The light went out, and there we were together in the embrace of darkness. She bend and grabbed my hair, pulled me up until me head was resting against her leg. I stayed there, but trembled, from the cold, the emotion. “Come in sub” was all she said
I followed her inside, my clothes wrapped in my hands, somewhat ashamed and embarrassed. There I stood, waiting for her instructions. “fold them neatly and then come with me, upstairs”. She watched me while I performed my little task. Was she curious to see my clumsiness? Well, she got what she was waiting for. Normally I am nothing much at all on folding a shirt, but with hands trembling from both anticipation and cold it turned out to be a disaster.
“make sure I do not have to be discontented next time”, was all she said. At school you would had to repeat it, in the army there would be a lousy sergeant picking it up and dropping it, while shouting. But she simple said, “just do it better next time”. And didn’t I want to please her. Didn’t I want to demonstrate I was capable of doing what she demanded me to do? Didn’t I want her to be proud on me, like she was the 1st night when I cooked her dinner? But I knew, there are things in life where I fail, where I just cannot cope! I had to learn to deal with that.
I went ahead on the stairs, the roles were reversed. This time it was me, being watched! She could not ignore my bodily status and she with a light sarcasm “it must have been colder than I thought outside”. And she did not refer to my goose skin!