Locked up for LOCK-tober
After the usual initial pleasantries and catching up, Ma’am commanded me to strip and lie down upon the blue table in Her dungeon. Despite being October, we had once again failed to plan ahead an appropriate Halloween “concept” for the session, so a basic Mad Scientist-slash-Creature-
Blindfolded within my snug leather hood, there was little else I could do but drift as Halloween themed music played on the speaker. Ma’am encased both of my hands in thick leather mittens and suspended them from above via green bungee cords – green being the apparent color of the day. My head was then placed in a restrictive paramedic … rescue worker ? box and strapped down securely and once my ankles were secure, She shifted Her focus to the area between my legs and soon I felt the familiar pulsating sting of an electrical current around the cock.
Some unfortunate issues revolving around an anal probe followed, resulting in first a vibrator and ultimately a second plug being shoved up inside of me and it wasn’t long before I was buzzing in two extremely sensitive regions.
As my nipples had gone relatively unmolested until then, Ma’am decided to compensate by attaching three clamps to each, each clamp bearing a particularly strong grip. My only solace was that She decided against hooking the clamps up to the frame above me via additional bungee cords, but She did opt to connect them to my uselessly dangling hands, cautioning me more than once not to move around too much.
Pleased with the suffering I was enduring for Her, Ma’am then opted to indulge Her artistic side, wrapping me up with green cling film. She was happily in Her element which almost made my clamped, plugged and shocked condition endurable. For a while, anyway.
Eventually She seemed satisfied with Her work and declared that She wanted to take pictures of Her creation. But before that, She went to retrieve another toy, leaving me to float in mounting torment. In time, She found what She wanted. It wasn’t until later that I saw that they were long, vicious claw appendages to place over Her fingers. All I knew was that suddenly very sharp things were being dragged across my flesh and very sharp, pokey things were jabbing into parts of me that were already beginning to wear down from the relentless crush.
Since I still had one hole not being used for Ma’am’s entertainment, She removed a few of the claws and slid Her leather gloved fingers into my mouth. First one, then two, shoving them deep. It’s become one of my favorite aspects of our time together – when She… invades my body. Using it. Claiming it.
I could have gone on with Her violating my mouth until the end of the session, but there were pictures to take. Having been shown them today, the day after, once Her property was already locked away again and unavailable, I am keenly brought to mind of the irony of my situation. I enjoyed the company of a goddess yesterday, a radiant, profane goddess, but the price was to sacrifice my freedom to truly indulge myself to Her beauty.
Still, all good things and all that. The moment passed, She began to undo all Her handiwork as I became increasingly aware that more than just electrodes had been applied to my groin. But first, the fiendish devices that had been chomping on my poor nipples had to come off. The pain was staggering. Ma’am immediately lent a helping hand by forcefully massaging the blood flow back into the area while I howled. Then off came the clamps down below, their nasty bite initially masked by the electrics.
Last to come off was the blindfold. I was then free to sit up and begin moving my body once again, but my respite was short lived for I was soon leaning up against the same table as Ma’am began indulging her penchant for impact play – first a whip across my shoulders followed up by a series of heavy paddles across my butt.
Then She said the words: “Turn around!”
There is some debate as to whether or not I muttered a certain curse under my breath, but it only took a few strokes to my poor, brutalized nipples and I unquestioningly screamed: “Mercy!”
Not missing a beat, Ma’am altered the vector of Her whip to up between my legs before eventually having me turn back round to resume Her assault against my backside. I didn’t last long before crying for “Mercy!” again.
We had discussed before the session began that being the middle of “Locktober” I would not receive an orgasm. It was my suggestion and to some extent, I do regret opening my big, stupid mouth. But in other, fundamental ways, not so much. Days like this, after we’ve had our fun and I’ve been permitted to cum and then be sent back to my little life… this is usually when I feel the least submissive. It’s like we’ve just been playing a game… or it was just a dream (I referred to it as “Narnia” in the past) But today, after a long, intense session which focused primarily on Her interests and ended with me sent home and locked up with no immediate hope for release… it feels VERY real.
But we weren’t even done. Not just yet.
Ma’am had me sit in a chair while She attached one final set of electrical toys to my body, This time the testicles. She did not spare the batteries, either.
As wave after wave of intense, agony surged though my body, She made me look Her in Her beguiling hazel eyes, demanding: “WHO owns you?” “WHO owns ALL of you?” while punctuating each question with a not-entirely-gentle slap to my face. To make things worse, She handed me Her magic wand, repeatedly ordering it turned on and off as I jammed it into the cock whose ownership there was no question. All while She toyed with the intensity of the electrics, frying the bits below. She let me stroke Her bare foot. She rubbed Her breasts in my face. Worst of all, She turned around and ground Her magnificent bottom into me as I cried in pain and shouted “YOU! YOU! YOU OWN ME, MISTRESS SIMONE!” over and over again.
Her point made, the torture ceased. She graciously consented to sit on me, allowing me contact with Her bottom, about which I have spun so many fantasies for Her amusement, one last time.
Then it was time to clean up. She told me that I did well and that She had a good time, two things I am always very happy to hear. Sadly, schedules did not permit a meal afterwards, so we made our way to our cars, hugged, and went our separate ways.