Lucia's Slave - United at Last

(Any mistakes in grammar or sentence structure are regretted. English is the author’s second language and not his mother tongue).

LUCIA’S SLAVE – UNITED AT LAST (1)

Twenty five years ago things in life here were not so free and easy as they are now; there were no open adverts of dominas or even pro ladies. My desires as a sub go back to my early youth and in the eighties, at the peak of my virility, were giving me a lot of frustration. Finding a pro-domme was very much a matter of luck; however, I found one via the underground grapevine, a lady by the name of Liz. After the initial, very careful contact, she asked me to put my “requirements” in writing, prior to a possible meeting (there was no e-mail anonymity then). This I did, we met, and I cannot remember a thing about the session we had. HOWEVER, through her, I met Lucia, who was friendly with Liz and who was also her hairdresser (Liz’s daytime profession).

At that time Lucia was a wild one, just divorced, with young kids, not knowing who and what she was, restless and moody. She and Liz talked about their intimate affairs all the time, so my letter to Liz was read by Lucia. To my surprise, one day I received a phone call from Lucia, boldly telling me that she wanted to meet with me in private. – As the result of the meeting, after hours of talking, Lucia was finally certain what had troubled her all her adult life and made relationship with her male friends, her ex-husband and finally her second husband so troublesome. What didn’t help was that she is a Scorpio, the star sign of which I carry tattooed on my right buttock with an “L” through the centre.

It was love at first sight for both of us and she has been under my skin since then. The initial times together were like fencing contests, she had read my letter to Liz and interrogated me mercilessly and wrested everything about my submissiveness and what turned me on out of me. She was an absolute devil in her drive to penetrate deeper and deeper into my secret inner self. I felt totally helpless against her “onslaught” when shortly afterwards she ordered me to book into a Motel and await her. It is not my wish to go into any details, except to say that she certainly did not need any “training” as a Domina and had me soon begging to be accepted as her slave. From then on we met regularly and I worshipped and loved her deeply.

I must explain here, that at that time I had two sons at University and particularly the older one gave me a lot of trouble with his involvement in student politics to the detriment of his studies. This, in spite of careful financial planning and him failing one year, caused me having suddenly 2 children at University and that was not funny at all. Lucia and I had at times talked of setting up house together but this, entirely through my own fault and the kids’ problems, got pushed aside, until out of the blue, without warning, Lucia informed me that she was going to get married again,- she needed a settled home for her children. The 2nd husband never understood her restlessness and what drove and haunted her and through his bullheadedness and extreme jealousy aggravated the problems.

We met furtively on and off for years; she would suddenly cut off any contact, form of meeting or communication for months at a time; then phone me frantically, out of the blue, order me to meet her and would be the most cruel and merciless Mistress, ruthlessly using her nails, double ended dildo, her sex, piss, whip, boot heels and spurs, demanding extended service of her sex and anus, driving me almost over the top; and then again NOTHING.

I was and still am totally helpless and in complete thrall to her in spite of all of this. She is currently in an “Off” cycle again, very much to my sorrow and frustration; I haven’t had contact with her since just before Easter. I respect her wish to never contact her unless she permits me to, excepting carefully worded notes.

She is a senior executive with an international consumer goods manufacturer and through a friendly contact in this company I heard that in the last few months she has been very restless and moody (I pinpoint this to the time of our last, both cruel and tender, meeting) and is now talking of resigning her position. Experience tells me that she is probably contemplating a major decision in her private life, I think, now aiming to look after her own sexual interests which she  spoke extensively about at our last meeting, being sick of the “Vanilla” lie she was/is living since our first meeting so long ago. I know her children are out of the house, making their own ways and I think now is the time for me to finally try my luck the last time.

I had contemplated many ways on how to broach my real, deep feelings and desires to Lucia, when I found in a blog just what I was looking for. A potential slave, much exasperated by the indecision of his Mistress of more than 5 years, wrote a scenario, addressed to her, of what he really longed for. I modified this story to suit my circumstances and sent it to MY Mistress. This is where I stood for months, fearing the worst, viz. END OF THE ROAD ???  

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The above was written in the middle of 2009 and by now I had given up all hope of ever hearing from Lucia again; perhaps I had, in sending my ”Confession”, overstepped her sensibilities and offended her?

Then, ten days ago, at night, rather late, I was already in bed, my mobile phone rang. First I did not recognize the caller and then sat up in shock -- it was Lucia! --- “Slave, this is your Mistress – I have not forgotten you – it just took a little while longer to clear the field, but now I am ready for you. I still have some things to sort out, which will take anything up to 3 weeks. Await my call then, when I will come to you. I will e-mail you all my measurements; I trust everything will then be ready for your Mistress? There is a lot to talk about.”

In the middle of the following month, early one morning, she called and ordered me to meet her at a Filling Station on the outskirts of town, to lead her to my place. This was the first time that she was to visit my home; all previous meetings were at a neutral place. Like a teenager meeting his first love, with my heart in my mouth, I watched her car arriving and follow me to my house. Safely garaged, we just looked at each other and my heart melted. At 50 she is a striking woman, auburn haired with a full, mature and busty figure; she is not beautiful in the conventional sense, but is possessed of a strong and almost severe countenance, square jaw, high cheekbones, sensuous mouth and widely spaced, steady green eyes. We looked at each other for a long time, I waited for her to approach, her slender hands framed my face, her gorgeous eyes boring into me, followed by a long and most exciting kiss, which would not end. My heart raced, she took my hand and led me inside, closed the door and stopped in the middle of the entrance hall. One look was enough and I sank to my knees, took her hands into both of mine, and kissed them reverently; I could not fail to see the beautifully groomed long red painted squarecut fingernails. Looking down I saw the pointed tips of her black patent shoes peeping from under her slacks; like drawn by a magnet I bent down and kissed the tips and high heels. I felt like a lone wanderer who at long last had reached his destination. I just KNEW that this was the end of a 24 year long wait.

In the long talk that followed, she resting in my arms, she told me of her long period of wrestling with what was practical and possible, the lost opportunities for both of us, what her dreams were over the long, past years and what she now wanted to do with the rest of her life (and mine; I am 15 years older than she). I reaffirmed my promise that I wished to dedicate the rest of my life to worship and love her to the end of my days. At this point she ordered me to kneel in front of her to say the devotional “Creed”, into which I had put all my innermost feelings and desires, of which I had told her some time back and which I had not dared to reveal in detail. As I knelt in front of her, looking into her strong and lovely face, my heart overflowed with love and devotion; she cradled my face between her two hands, her green eyes urging me on:

“Divine Goddess – from the moment I met you the first time, so long ago, I loved you. This love has burned in a steady flame all the past years until now – I still love you from the depth of my heart and this love will continue until I die”

I saw tears in her eyes, her breath coming in short, excited pants. – I paused – “There is more and I must hear it!” and her lips searched mine, a deep moan coming from deep inside me. I nodded in the clasp of her hands;

“Divine Goddess – from the moment I met you the first time I wanted to be your slave. I wanted to be your devoted slave all the past years until now – I want to be your slave to the end of my days”.

Again her exciting, soft lips closed over mine, her delicious tongue searching mine.   - “Declare yourself, slave” she murmured into my mouth:

“Beloved Queen and Goddess, will you, please, make me your slave?” –

Her face had suddenly turned into a beautiful, dominant mask, as she looked strait at me, her green eyes locking into mine.

“Yes, my slave, I will totally and utterly enslave you and I will be your most cruel and merciless Mistress, from now and for ever. –  -

  

I want you now to fetch my black patent leather lace-up boots, - the ones from LEDAPOL, with the very high stiletto heels and also the black leather pencil skirt!”  I rushed off to get them and when I returned she sat on an armchair, “SANS” slacks, her beautiful full legs sheathed in long black stockings, attached to a black suspender belt, the tails of her white high necked, long sleeved satin blouse covering her lower body. I assisted her to put on the high waisted skirt with the 2 waist zips, that closely hugged her curvaceous hips and thighs, clearly showing the suspenders and clips through the tight stretchy leather. Lacing on the boots was for me a service to a Queen and Goddess, my excitement clearly visible through my trousers, which she acknowledged with a crooked smile. “You will now kiss the tips of my boots and then I want to see your tongue on my heels!” I went nearly mad of excitement, as my tongue covered her heels and then the rest of her boots, ending just below her plump and beautiful knees, covered by the hem of her leather skirt.

– At this junction I timidly asked my Mistress if I could offer her the hospitality of my home for as long as she wished. –

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[(I must interrupt here and say, that I am not exactly poor and had my house built to my plans some years ago with a possible union with Lucia in mind, in which, until now, I lived alone. The entire building is half set into the side of a shallow hill, one of the long flanks buried to the first floor level into the ground, the other, clad in natural stone, with the first floor elevated, overlooking the garden and river beyond, supporting the wide and deep verandahs. Most of the houses here have no basements; my house looks from the outside not to have one either, but appearances deceive. The entire floor area of the house is built on top of a carefully constructed basement with two accesses; one from the kitchen to the wine- and utility cellar, which, however, only covers 1/3 of the basement area. The other entrance is concealed on the other end of the house, in fact in the dressing room of a suite of sitting-, bed- and dressing rooms on that side. The access to this basement is behind wood paneling, which blends into the extensive wardrobe and mirror wall. The concealed panel door is activated by a remote control electronic lock. A steel and asbestos lined door is behind the panel door and has a security key lock. The door opens on to the landing of a circular staircase descending to the basement. This part of the basement I, over a number of years,  have, without help, extensively painted, carpeted, furnished, appointed and equipped, being rather handy at this sort of thing. The basement is connected to the central airconditioning system.)]

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After this offer, she looked at me and told me that she had not forgotten, when we discussed my enslavement many years before, that she would take at least 10 days to base-train me for my status as permanent slave and to submerge herself into the life she fantasized about and wanted and that is what she envisioned still today. After a tour of inspection of the house and ordering me to take her valise to her suite, she demanded of me to show her where, as I have told her many a time, I worshipped her in absentia. I took her to my dressing room where, concealed in one of the wardrobes, the shrine was situated. On top of the scarlet satin draped shrine table was the A5 sized ornately gold framed photo of my Goddess in all her dominant glory, taken some years ago at one of our meetings. The picture is flanked right and left by each one black 7 inch high heeled patent leather shoe and in front of the picture rests the short plaited red leather crop with phallus handle, the Mistress’ favourite. Here I worshipped almost every night. After a long look at her photo she turned to me, pointed to the floor and ordered me to lick her booted feet and stay there, telling me, that from now on this shrine is no longer required since the real article is now demanding exclusive worship at all times. Sitting in one of the armchairs she ordered me, on my knees, to tell her of a typical worship session in front of the shrine.

“I am dressed in a full, tight black rubber suit, only nipples, sex and anus exposed and rubber masked with eye-, nostril- and mouth openings, on my hands black thin rubber gloves, an inflated rubber gag cruelly strapped into my mouth. Around my waist I wear a broad heavy leather corset style front buckled belt with heavy D-Rings all around the middle and smaller ones along the bottom edge. My semi-erect penis shaft is tightly laced into a spiked leather sheath, the testicles tightly bound and separated. Connected to a pre-programmed PES Electro Stimulator Control Box are a Rectal Pacifier, deeply inserted into my anus, one Tubular Ring each behind and in front of the bound testicles around the penis and finally a Corona Stimulator with Urethral Amplifier on my cock head, the probe deep in my urethra, tightly seated around the cock head groove.

Before I kneel in front of the shrine to worship my Goddess I attach clamps to my nipples. As I kneel down and begin my service of worship I turn on the PES Control Box and as the stimulation begins my penis starts to swell inside the spike sheath causing severe but divine pain. The setting of the PES unit is such that the stimulation keeps just a shade below the climax trigger. My eyes are constantly riveted on the glorious reflection of my Goddess as my excitement rises and continues as I lose track of time, my longing to be totally enslaved to my adored Mistress overwhelming. It is sometimes more than an hour before I trigger the unit to push me over the top and at times I stop altogether as I want to savour my feelings for my divine Queen for the rest of the night.”

As I finished the story, I bowed down before my Mistress, my forehead resting on the shiny leather of her boots. I can hear her heavy breathing and feel her rubbing her leather skirted crotch, - I dare not looking up.

“Is this how you want me to look as on that picture, Slave?”  --

“Beloved Goddess, - I don’t care, - even if you are in sackcloth, I am your slave and will remain so !” –

“Oh, no, my slave – I have been waiting all my life to be and express what I am and that is not only to be a cruel Mistress but also to LOOK like one. – For you that means, that your Goddess will at all times be in black leather, booted, gloved and corseted, the only thing not leather will be the Mistress’ black stockings. My large breasts, my sex and my behind will at all times be bare and uncovered for you to adore. Also, your Goddess will never be without her cruel heavy make-up – is that understood?” – “But for you it will be total, tight and heavy rubber at all times and be chained or in bondage, OK?” -- I could only nod, unable to utter even one word, my heart in my mouth.

Whilst I prepared Lunch, I heard her roaming around the house, the high heels of her boots clicking hither and thither. When she came to join me in the kitchen, she hugged me from behind. “You have been a busy boy, haven’t you ?. The wardrobe you have put together for me is absolutely fabulous, leather and satin, gorgeous! – The only thing I don’t like is that the one pair of boots I saw in the wardrobe has only 4 inch heels. I trained myself for the last 6 months on the 6 inch heeled shoes you had given me some years ago and I now have reached a stage that I find anything else uncomfortable, aside from that – no respectable Mistress will wear anything less than 6 inch heeled boots to give her slave plenty of heel to lick – I take it that the wardrobe in the dressing room is for everyday wear?  Well, then, tell me -- Where are the Mistress’ outfits? And where is my play and worship room?”

During lunch she kept me excited with her boots brushing my crotch under the table, whilst she told me of her past, endless fantasy ridden nights during which she sometimes masturbated until her sex was sore, dildos deep in her vagina and anus; of the dreams involving the most cruel and way out things she inflicted on her slave. In the end she even got excited when having a piss and/or shit, seeing in her mind her slave’s face under her. Her “Vanilla” existence lie started to disgust her to the point that she began to snarl at any man around her. – When her financial and personal situation reached a point of self sufficiency, she made a clear cut to start a new life on her own terms, away from the constant demands of family, job and other people and that meant to let the real Lucia out, a cruel Mistress to her devoted slave. For this she wanted first me, time, room and environment when she can be, without any interruption, what she wants to be, realizing all her fantasies and wishes.    

Then she took me to the dressing room. She was in a most dominant mood and looked it; the tight black leather skirt hugging and framing her pronounced waist, stretching over the wide flaring hips, rounded belly and jutting behind, outlining every contour of her full thighs, the line continuing to the shiny laced boots. “Now, slave – where is my domain, you spoke to me about so excitedly?” I gave her the remote control, and at the dialing in of the secret code, her birthday date, with a click the lock on the hidden panel door opened. I told her that as of now my Mistress and I are the only ones who know of the existence of the secret domain. When she stood in front of the heavy door behind it she saw that in the centre of it was affixed the Mistress’ Coat of Arms. She looked at me in bewilderment, the first time that day, and then flushed in surprise and joy.

She traced the black framed scarlet shield, in the centre of it the stark black picture of an hourglass shaped corset, flanked by long, extremely high heeled thigh boots, topped by 2 crossed whips and below a set of chain connected wrist cuffs. The golden scroll on top of the shield spelled “Domina –

Mistress – Queen” and the scroll below said simply “Goddess Lucia”.

I opened the door and stepped onto the landing, she took my hand and we descended the circular staircase into her domain. The steps debouched onto a long corridor, the front part in light colour up to a large heavy black wrought iron gate. To the left were two doors, the first again with a small replica of the Mistress’ Coat of Arms, the second plain. The first room consisted of a shower and toilet in the back, in front a large well lit dressing table flanked by tall mirrors and opposite of it a wall of wardrobes. In one corner stood a dressmaker’s dummy on which the costume, which the Mistress had specified, was displayed. Corset-, glove- and boot makers had excelled themselves and supplied in the 6 weeks absolutely superb quality, as befitting a divine Goddess. The back laced corset was made of the finest shiny black patent leather, extensively boned and topless, as specified by the Mistress, to frame her large breasts below, broad leather straps connecting the front of the corset, along the side of the breasts over the shoulders, to the back. To display her gorgeous large bottom, it was cut so as to frame her behind, and not cover it, the orbs framed right and left by the hindmost set of suspenders, the frame of stocking tops, suspenders and corset, beautifully highlighting her gorgeous white smooth buttocks. The front was cut lower to cover her rounded belly. There were a further 3 sets of wide black patent leather suspenders along the bottom of the corset. All suspenders had on each end silver clips in the form of the zodiac sign of Scorpio fastening to corset and stocking tops. On display was a pair of truly shoulder long tight fingerless patent leather gloves, ending in a peak on top, level with her shoulders. My French supplier of silk stockings had excelled himself. My Goddess has very large thighs requiring custom made stockings; Jacques had hand made for me 10 pairs of the finest shiny “Super” black silk stockings with wide double strength welts, welts and back seams stitched in scarlet; in the front, opposite the red back seams, in the middle of the welt, he had embroidered the legend “Goddess Lucia” in red. There was also a wide patent leather neckband, with fixed in the centre front an ornate silver letter “G”, intersected by an “L”. The boots were really stunning; shiny black patent leather, knee high reaching to a shade below the knees with closely spaced eyelets, front-lacing to the top and a concealed Zip Fastener along the back. The slender stiletto heels were 6 inches high with silvertips at their ends, along the spine little silver studs runnning along the full height of each heel. The toes were tapered but not excessively so, a little pointed silver tip at the end of the boot tips; the soles and the inside of the heels were tinted scarlet. Behind the dummy, on a clothes hanger, was draped an ankle length voluminous black patent leather cape, lined in scarlet satin, with a high standup collar, front-fastened with a silver clasp. Finally, displayed on the dressing table in a black satin lined box, were a set of slender wrought silver spurs with finely crafted clover-shaped rowels with attached slender patent leather spur straps; fastened to the left spur was a little silverbell.  – I stepped aside to observe the reaction of my Mistress; she was totally speechless and stunned, a high flush colouring her face. She stepped forward, picked up the stockings and touched them to her face, turned and kissed me full and passionately, then pointed to her feet ordering a kiss to her boot heels. I observed with pleasure as she caressed the corset, picked up the gloves and let her fingertips wander over the boots. She didn’t even want to know, at that time, what else was hidden in the wardrobes.

As if awakening from a dream, she finally took me by the hand and pulled me to the next room, which was the slave’s dressing room. When opening the door, the familiar smell of rubber and latex enveloped us. She took a quick look around and stated that she could no longer wait to inspect her domain. I opened the heavy black gate for her. From thereon the corridor was painted totally in black apart from the scarlet carpeting, closely spaced sconces high on the walls giving the area a dim sinister look. Halfway along the passage on the left was a steel barred door through which one entered a prison cell, with a low blanket covered cot and a heavy wooden chair with attached rings.  On the walls were chains clipped to heavy rings. I knew that this was a surprise for her; I had never mentioned the existence of the cell to her and I was delighted to see her becoming very excited, looking around, her hand in mine almost crushing my bones. A little further on we finally arrived at a large black, iron stud covered wooden double door, on each wing her Coat of Arms repeated. As the doors swung open, a concealed set of spotlights aimed at a large, full width and ceiling high gold framed mirror reflected my gorgeous Mistress in white satin blouse, tight black leather skirt and tall boots, whilst I hung back. This mirror covered the facing wall of the small lobby, entirely painted in scarlet. To the left was a black satin curtained arched doorway; I swept the drapes away and in front my Mistress was her very own Throne Room. – She just gasped at the sight, pushed me to my knees and rested one high heeled boot on my bowed neck; this was thanks enough for me to see my Goddess so excited, obviously having fulfilled one of her dreams; I knew she had extensively fantasized about having a throne- and worship room.

The entire room was painted in scarlet, black carpeting on the floor, in the centre a scarlet carpet runner ended at the foot of the purple carpeted pedestal at the far wall, on which an ebony black, ornately carved, high backed throne stood. The throne was upholstered with red, hospital strength rubber, a red satin canopy, with her coat of arms in front, overhung the throne, right and left black and scarlet drapes framing it, held back with golden ropes to the back wall. A set of muted spots were concentrated on the throne. Right and left of the throne slightly to the rear of the platform were 1 meter high brass, ornamented candle sticks, each holding 6 tall white electric candles which gave the set-up a truly royal and divine look. To one side of the throne stood a low golden table on which various implements were arranged.

I felt the pressure of her boot subsiding and sat up looking at my Mistress. She looked at me and finally said that she wanted to further explore on her own. I was to go upstairs and await her.

As the afternoon turned into twilight I heard the steel door on top of the landing close. I knocked on the door of the sitting room of the Mistress’ suite carrying a drink and saw her sitting in one of the armchairs; she appeared almost asleep, a dreamlike impression on her face. She looked at me, smiled and hooked a finger at me to come closer. I went on my knees and stopped in front of her. I couldn’t but fail to see a slight bulge in the leather of her skirt covering her crotch. “I have had a large dildo both in my cunt and in my anus for the last 2 hours; exploring my domain made me so horny, I couldn’t help it. Besides I can now do whatever I want, so there!” This made me so excited that I had to bend down to her boots and kiss them in devotion. She finally sat up and looked at me very seriously:

“One last time – are you quite sure that this is what you want, to be my total sex slave, because what I have seen will realize all of my desires?” ------

Without hesitation I agreed very positively; had I not put everything that is there, where it is?

She again cradled my face between her hands and kissed me most passionately, making my head swim.

“Now, my slave, I have looked at everything and I intend to use it with great delight. I saw the fucking frame with attached piss dispenser and I intend to fuck you with ever increasingly sized strap-on dildos whilst feeding you my hot golden piss. – I also saw that every gag I could find has a feeder tube opening. These I intend to connect to the piss dispenser stands so long as there is a supply of my piss. I want you to know that whilst you are in my domain the only fluid you will receive is my hot piss. If you are obstinate or disobedient I may even shit into a piss dispenser and mix a particularly delicious cocktail for you to imbibe. You will only wear bottomless rubber suits and I will use on you all of the whips I see in the collection on the whip rack. Most of the time you will spend spread eagle chained to ceiling and floor in the centre of my torture chamber in front of the tilting mirrors, from where you can see me sitting on the miniature throne, when using it. I have seen the PES stimulation equipment, but intend to use it only later. For the beginning, only my sharp nails, cunt, anus and the whip will teach you what it means to be my slave. Needless to say that you will be gagged at all times with the exception when I need your lips and tongue on my sex and anus and paying homage to my high heels or when I will piss into your mouth directly. There are also the various punishment rubber masks, such as the inflating ball mask with its breathing bladder for when I don’t want you to see what I am doing to you. I particularly love the breath control mask which I intend using when torturing your nipples and when you can see my cruelly painted face and my huge black mouth sneering at you. I also like the table on which I will strap you when I want to sit on your face with my sex or my anus to be impaled by your eager slave tongue, simultaneous torturing your nipples.

                                          

I have also noticed that the little throne in my torture chamber has a velvet covered toilet seat under the tip up top seat and a headrest under it to which I can strap your head. I will certainly make good use of it.

The 10 day training period will begin tomorrow morning. Between each training day will be a rest- and recovery day, which we spend on this level. After our supper together tonight, I want you showered, shaved and totally hairless, your slave leather straps outfit properly fitted, your cock and balls padlocked into the rubber pouch and a full rubber blindfold mask padlocked to your head; your mouth I still need tonight, so don’t cover it. I will chain you and fix the chains to the foot of my bed and you will sleep next to my bed on the floor. If I have to piss during the night I will wake you to come up on the bed and drink my piss directly from my sacred font.

Incidentally, I have found the hidden entrance and the door marked “Slave’s Hell”. What I saw inside caused me in part to fit myself with the dildos, I was so excited. I will take you there at the end of the 10 days training period.

I promise you though, that I will see to it that you are in a high state of excitement at all times and you will never experience a “cold” treatment.

Finally I want to tell you, there will be no safe word, there is nothing to stop me once you are in my domain, you are my total slave, you exist solely to give pleasure and excitement to your Mistress and accept any torture your Goddess will inflict on you.”

I was totally overwhelmed by what she was telling me and I was swooning in my desire to be totally enslaved by her.

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The next morning, it was still dark outside with rain and sleet, when her foot stirred me awake, ordering me to prepare her breakfast and set it up in the small dining room off the kitchen, feed myself and shave and shower. I was then to proceed to the slave’s dressing room and get dressed in what was laid out for me there. I was then to kneel outside the room to await my Mistress.

In the dressing room I saw that she had chosen the tightest and heaviest black rubber bodysuit, my behind left bare, and a plain full head mask with eye-, nose- and mouth openings and the collar fitted for locking with a padlock. All padlocks within her domain (2 dozen) were single-key locks, one fits all, the only key in a little pouch on the wrist of her gloves. Once dressed and masked I laced on ankle high ballet slaveboots and padlocked the ankle straps, followed by the heavy leather corset style leather belt, also padlocked. The long thick silicon dildo came next which I inserted slowly deep into my anus. The thin straps, to hold it immovably in, forked in-between my buttocks to be buckled to the D-rings on the lower edge of the belt behind, the other forked right and left of my balls and penis to the front of the belt and lastly pulled on the thin black rubber gloves before I put on the padded rubber blindfold. I knelt outside the door awaiting my Mistress.

I did not have to wait long, when I felt a collar buckled around my neck and being pulled along the passage, the steel barred door opened to the slave cell and I found myself seated on the heavy wooden chair, with steel cuffs locked around my wrists and ankles connected with chains and also to the tight leather belt at the back. These were hooked to rings in the cell walls behind the chair. I felt soft hands exploring my lips, slender fingers penetrating my mouth for kissing and sucking and then a most exciting touch of fingernails on my nipples, whilst her soft lips kissed me deeply; all this took place without a sound or a word spoken. Then the door closed.

A deep feeling of contentment enveloped me as I contemplated that at long last I stood at the edge of final fulfillment of my lifelong dreams. I don’t know how long I was floating in space, when I heard the cell door open, a hand hook a leash to the collar around my neck and pull me to my knees, the chains clinking. A steady pull on my neck made me crawl on all fours until the leash was unclipped and her exciting voice telling me to stop and rest my face on the carpeted floor and hands removing my blindfold. I heard her moving around by the tinkling of the little silver bell on her spurs and noises of the swish and the unmistaking smell of leather, THEN ---

“Slave, look at your Mistress!”

I nearly fainted when I cast my eyes on the wondrous apparition in front of me, she was so beautiful and so exciting.

Her auburn hair was severely pulled back along the sides of her head, framing her severe face, and arranged at the back of her head in a twisted braid, interwoven with rhinestone studded ribbons which twinkled in the light. From her ears trailed shoulder long clusters of black rhinestone, accentuating the cruelty of the painted face. Her green eyes were shaded by very thick and sweeping, long, black false eyelashes on the top and slightly less voluminous ones along the bottom lids of her eyes. Heavy black glittering eye shadow covered her eyelids and the space up to and including her natural brow line, extending sideways and slanting upwards and a thick horizontal line was drawn below the eyes from the side of the nose well to the sides of her face. The eye shadow incorporated her natural eyebrows, making the eyes huge and menacing. Above her normal eyebrow line, thick black painted-on curving eyebrows rode a high arch over her forehead. Black rouge along her high cheekbones and the sides of her cheeks made the hollows more pronounced, giving a strong racy look to her face. The lower half of her face was almost entirely taken up by a hugely painted, arched and sneering mouth, high curved to just below the nostrils and reaching to just above her strong chin in a curved, almost rectangular shape, this precisely outlined mouth was painted thickly with shiny, glittering, black lipstick, turning her entire face into a black mask of dominance and cruelty.

This face looked at me in quiet menace, indicating to me without doubt the fact that I was now her slave, helplessly at her mercy. Her caped body, the large stand up collar surrounding her imperious head, was a monument of domination, her bare, large rounded breasts, with a lovely sag, aureoles and large nipples red painted, begged to be worshipped. Her large body, tightly encased in the beautiful corset, curved from breasts to a pronounced waist and then flaring into gorgeous wide hips, her rounded belly covered in shiny leather. The wide open sex, already dripping in arousal, the lips splayed open by 4 sets of golden rings, connecting the inner and outer labia, was crowned by her clitoris which was exposed, as the hood was pulled up by two gold rings, thin glittering strings connecting the rings to the bottom end of her corset. This beautiful centre of her womanhood was framed by the first set of suspenders connecting stockings to corset. A further 3 sets of suspenders, were evenly spaced around her thighs, the last ones framing her lovely huge white and unblemished behind. Her magnificent, big thighs were glorious in the black shiny silk of the stockings, the legend “Goddess Lucia” in red very pronounced above the red stitching of the welts. Her solid legs were encased in the gorgeous boots which I had described earlier on, the silver spurs, the straps almost invisible, in lovely contrast with the shiny black leather. My Goddess towered without effort on the exciting tall stiletto heels, the row of little silver studs on the heels giving the illusion of them being even higher. There she stood in all her heavenly glory, towering over me on these enormous heels without swaying or wobbling. She threw her cape back revealing her full arms, beautifully gloved from wrist to shoulders, her cruel red fingernails very much in evidence. I gazed in devotion into the cruel black painted face, waiting for her orders. By this time I was so excited that I feared that my hugely swollen and erect penis would explode. I had never experienced anything like this before.

“Slave, crawl to me and greet your Mistress” – My longing tongue began it’s devotional service by licking the silver tips of her boots, slowly moving over her severely arched foot to the extremely high stiletto heels, my rubber gloved hands caressing her boots following where ever my tongue moved. When my tongue and hands reached the top of her boots, the Mistress turned slowly and walked, her delectable behind swaying, to her throne. There she urged me to continue my worship of her boots which she obviously savoured very much, following my every move. When I reached her plump, black silk covered, knees again, I looked up, craving permission to continue up. A nod allowed my tongue to gently caress the black silk of her beautiful thighs over and over, from one leg to the other, until I reached the top and reverently kissed the red embroidered words “Goddess Lucia”. Finally, the white smooth gorgeous flesh of the top of her thighs between the black suspenders appeared. I again gazed into her cruel face awaiting direction, but she shook her head and pointed to her boots, lifting first one and then the other, slightly turning her booted feet, offering the towering heels for licking.

I felt her slightly moving forward on her throne and when I looked up, her wide open sex was right in front of my eyes, covered with a film of moisture all over, attesting to her excitement. Again a nod and in  steadily rising passion I began to gently kiss, nibble and lick the smooth plump white flesh of her thighs above the stocking tops. I was totally mesmerized by this devotional service, as time ceased to exist. When I finally looked up, I saw an unforgettable look of ecstasy on her cruel, painted face, mouth slightly open and little intermittent moans emitting from deep within her. I had run out of thighs by now and I took a liberty in very gently starting to kiss around her wide open sex along the soft skin adjoining her vagina which was covered with the “honey” of her arousal. It was as if a tarantula had stung her, as a low wail of ecstasy rent the air, her body abruptly slid forward and her sex slammed into my face. Her booted legs lifted and draped over my bowed shoulders – what else did I need to be told than to begin my final worship. For the next hour I consecrated the most devotional service with lips and tongue, the first of many to follow, for my Mistress, Queen and Goddess. Halfway through I felt her hands behind my head guiding me to a certain spot and I celebrated my love for her by drinking intermittently a long stream of her divine golden hot piss directly from the sacred font. During the last half hour I worshipped at her clit until in the end I heard a never ending shriek of release, accompanied by her thighs clamping my head, almost suffocating me. I myself was nearly insane of desire but knew that my Mistress would never allow me to climax without risking extreme punishment, nor did I want to.

I rested at the foot of the throne, waiting for her next orders, whilst I slowly calmed down from my excitement. Looking up I saw that she still half lay on her throne, her booted legs draped over the armrests of the throne, her vagina, buttock and anus fully exposed. Finally “Slave, lick my behind” – There was a lot to lick, her smooth, white behind was a connoisseur’s delight and I went at it with a will, until her dreamy voice ordered me to kiss and lick her anus. There it was, in the deep cleft of her buttocks, pink and tight. Very gently, with a stiff tongue, I circled the pink rosette, now and then twiddling my tongue over the centre of the anus, which resulted in gasps from “above”. I did not dare to go further, so I continued to gently titillate her anus, her gasps changing to a steady moan. Then a high pitched “Stick it in and rim me”. In the past she had allowed me only a few times to worship her rosette briefly but never to penetrate her anus. With a stiff tongue tip I slowly opened her anus and entered her slowly and gently. Her anal ring gripped me as I began to rotate inside, resulting in an ecstatic high pitched “Yessssss”; I pushed slowly as deep as my tongue would go, massaging the spincster muscle, steadily moving in, out and around at the same time. In the end I thought my tongue would break off when suddenly with a series of screams the Mistress climaxed. I was temporarily exhausted, stretched out at the foot of the throne but excited at the same time.

The Mistress, as much as I, needed some time to recover from this catatonic experience and time ceased to exist as I gazed in love and submission at my beloved Mistress at rest on her throne. Eventually she stirred, inserted the fingers of one hand into my mouth for caressing, which I found very stirring. Then she removed the lock key from her glove pouch and unlocked the wrist and leg cuffs and the chains. From the golden table at her side she took a large, inflatable rubber gag with head shaped straps to hold it firmly. There were two valves at the front, one to connect the inflation handpump and the other the connector to the piss dispensers. Inserting it into my mouth she commented that her slave will never be in her torture chamber without being gagged, with exceptions of course, viz. direct pissing into the slave’s mouth and for servicing the Goddess’s sex, anus and boots. She buckled the gag tightly to my head and then screwed on the little pipe of the handpump, hooking it to a ring on the collar around my neck. She squeezed the pump a few times just to settle the rubber gag bulb inside my mouth and hooked the leash to the collar. Before taking me to her torture chamber, she removed her cape, fully revealing her beautiful gorgeous big body, exotically clad in black shiny leather. As she moved to the torture chamber door ahead of me, my neck connected to her by the leash, I was able to savour the glory of her gorgeous big body, her now fully revealed white behind a symphony of slow sway, framed in black by corset, suspender straps and stocking tops, the little silver bell fastened to her left spur tinkling. She led me straight to the smaller version of her Throne in her play chamber, sat and immediately offered her boots for worship. Reverently I lifted first one and then the other boot to my lips and licked her high heels, followed by kisses all over her black leather covered feet, ending with a kiss on each spur rowel.

“Slave, in this chamber you will be taught to accept severe pain, humility, obedience without question and extreme humiliation. This will be accompanied by continuous and merciless torture until you are fully in thrall and tied to your Mistress and Divine Goddess for ever. There will be no other thought in your head but to serve me and please me at all times. Every feeling of pleasure you may experience and which I will spot every time, I will immediately counteract with pain, which gives ME pleasure. Every stroke of my whip will resonate in my sex and cause me instant flashes of excitement; this is why I enjoy whipping you so much. To teach you your proper place, I will now rape you, to demonstrate to you that you belong to me and I can do anything I wish. I want you to watch as I strap on my double ended dildo which will signal every stroke of my dildo into you by homing my dildo into me which will make me very horny. I have wanted to do this for many years, stealing your virginity in an act of humiliation”. I crawled to the fucking frame, kneeling on the two attached kneeling boards well off the floor, leaning forward with my stomach resting on the upholstered bench which lifted my bare behind well back to the height of my Goddess’s crotch. My neck fitted into a headrest, forcing my chin to make me look forward. Broad Velcro straps fastened my whole body, arms and legs and head immovable into place. Next I saw my Mistress appear in front of my face, holding the clear glass piss dispenser under her sex and piss into it, filling it more than halfway and hanging it on the little stand within my sight above my strapped down head and connect the clear plastic hose to the gag in my mouth. I then saw her inserting the thick and large end of a double sided strap-on dildo into her sex and strapping it around her generous hips. She pulled a low stool in front of me, sat and started to play with my nipples, her long red nails brushing over them, gently gripping them, rolling and pulling, my excitement rising like a rocket taking off, especially as I could gaze in adoration into her cruel black painted face and her gorgeous bare breasts right in front of me. Whilst she caressed me, she slowly pumped up the rubber gag, my mouth and cheeks stretching under the unrelenting pressure. I was just starting to swoon when I felt her nails coming away from my nipples and saw her sensuously walk to the whip rack and chose a cat of nine tails. With the long dildo swaying in front of her, she stepped to my back, I could follow her every move in the tilting mirrors all around me, as she caressed my exposed helpless behind with her gloved hands. She then suddenly lifted her whiparm and the first stroke of her cat of nine tails landed on my behind with a crack, my cheeks violently twitching in response. Before I had time to absorb the multiple stings of the leather thongs, a second stroke followed, then in quick succession the third, fourth, fifth and sixth, pain radiating from my burning behind to groin, penis and balls, my cock rising and hardening in response. My eyes flew open when I felt her sharp nails on my nipples again, no more caressing but with more pressure, each nipple being slowly rotated and gripped between her sharp nails. I then saw her pulling on a pair of black surgical gloves and felt her unhooking the forked straps holding my silicon dildo, which I have had in me for the last hours and remove it from my stretched anus. Before I had any opportunity to react, I felt the tip of her strap-on dildo at my anus, enter it and with unrelenting pressure homed deep to its full length. I could feel her rounded leather covered belly fully rest against my behind, her gloved hands gripping my hips as she slowly withdrew the dildo, only the tip still inside me and repeated the move, entering again full lengths. I have never experienced a feeling like it before, my anus filled and fully stretched, my penis erect to bursting point, my prostate reacting with almost a cramp-like twitching. In the mirror I saw her leaning forward to the piss dispenser and open the little tap. I saw her golden piss descending through the clear tube until it entered my mouth through the gag, trickling in a steady stream to the back of my throat running down into me steadily. I heaved inside my straps, grunts were the only sound the fully inflated gag allowed, apart from the gurgling of the piss in the back of my mouth. For the next 10 minutes I floated in a cloud of sensations as she slowly but steadily fucked me. Her wails and shrieks told me that, with the loosely tied dildo inside her sex, it moved freely and fucked her simultaneously. When she collapsed over my tied down back, I knew that she had climaxed. As soon as she pulled her strap-on out of my anus, I could immediately feel her replace it with a bigger dildo and strap it fast front and back to my corset belt. She took up the cat of nine tails again and laid a further six hard strokes over my bare behind, the pain immediately converted to the most delicious pleasure. To this pleasure she added  by again sitting in front of me, fastening her long cruel nails to my nipples inflicting the most divine sensations in torturing them cruelly and mercilessly.

I started to move into subspace under the severe tortures of her nails when to my disappointment she stopped. She removed the gag from my mouth and loosened all the Velcro straps and sat on her throne, waving me to the foot of it.

I noticed throughout our time in her domain that she regularly drank from a sportsman’s bottle, presumably to replenish her fluid levels, of which she donated so generously to her slave in form of her piss. Using a sportsman’s bottle did not, as I noticed, smudge the make up of her mouth.

I felt a deep feeling of submission under her will and without being ordered picked up her booted legs covering them with numerous kisses and licking the towering length of her heels in devotion. This seemed to please my Mistress very much since she pulled me up and allowed me to rest my head in her lap, her hands caressing my masked head. The warmth of her body and the strong smell of her arousal excited me very much.

“Slave, I will now realize one of my fantasies, which accompanied my dreams at night many a time. I will first fill your mouth with my hot golden piss which you will hold in your mouth until I tell you that you may swallow it. Gagged this way, continuously tasting my piss, I will whip you ONE TIME on your bare behind. For this you will bend over the whipping horse over there. You will then kneel in front of me whilst I begin to torture your nipples with my sharp red finger nails, gripping them under the long nails. I will not miss even one micro-millimeter of your nipples from base to the sensitive tips. I will drive you every time to the bottom end of subspace. At that moment I will order you to swallow my piss and you will thank me for the whipping and nipple torture by licking my boot heels. You will then stand in front of me, when I will lace your semi erect penis, and I will make sure that it is semi erect even if I have to ice it, tightly and mercilessly into this leather spike sheath. I will then fill your mouth again with my piss, you will hold it until ordered to swallow, bend over the whipping horse and will apply TWO strokes of my whip. Kneeling again in front of me I will continue the torture of your nipples. I know that through this I inflict further pain to your penis which will become erect and swollen inside the sheath and the spikes will digg cruelly into your excited flesh. After every nipple torture you will lick my heels in gratitude.”  

We will now begin!

As I sat well back on my haunches, my divine Mistress stepped over my upturned face and released a burst of her hot piss into my open mouth, just enough to fill it without overflowing. “Slave, you will not swallow until I order you to!” – Pointing to the red rubber covered whipping horse, I bent over it, able to watch in the mirrors every move of my beautiful, black leather clad Goddess, slowly swaying in the gorgeous high heels of her boots, the little silver bell tinkling with her every step. I saw her pick her favourite red leather plaited, penis handled crop from the whip rack, step to the side of my bent over body and lay one hard, full arm stroke of the whip over my raised behind, which immediately raised a red stripe across my buttocks. Whilst I absorbed the stinging pain, I watched her drawing in a sharp gasp of pleasure, her large buttocks and beautiful breasts oscillating in response to the effort of the whipping stroke.

She sat on the throne again and as I crawled to her, my fully erect penis dipped under me. Although she acknowledged my excitement with a smile on her hugely painted black mouth, she ignored it, clamping her sharp red claws mercilessly to my nipples and began to torture them slowly, gripping them, rolling them between her nails and letting them wander all over the full extent of the excited, swollen nipples. Effectively gagged with her piss I could only mumble, grunt and growl as the severe pain drove me higher and higher above my head. My adoring eyes remained riveted on the exotic countenance of my Goddess, her image etching itself deeper and deeper into my mind, like being recorded into the hard disc of a computer. Her tortures went on and on and when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer she stopped, told me to swallow her piss and offered me her boots for kissing and licking. Whilst bent over to this delicious task the severe pain on my nipples miraculously changed to radiating pleasure which spread over my whole body. She is so skilled in dispensing pain it is almost impossible to believe, because my desire for her to continue her tortures became overwhelming. – Again I sat up, I saw her delicious splayed open sex descending over my mouth and a stream of her hot piss fill my mouth again. She pulled me to my feet, gave a sharp tap to my erect penis, which immediately shrank. Before it could shrink totally she had inserted it into the sharply studded leather sheath, pulled the lace tight and secured it firmly. Under this stimulus my penis started to erect again rapidly, immediately punishing me with the sharp studs sinking into my hot flesh. She sent me to the whipping horse again, picked up her red leather crop and rapidly laid 2 hard strokes next to the red stripe on my buttocks, breath again hissing from her mouth in arousal, making her briefly pause and close her eyes. I found myself again on my knees in front of her on her throne, my excited nipples between her cruel red nails. With every repetition my arousal climbed higher and higher as the sharp stabs of pain, inflicted by her sharp talons, pushed me nearer and nearer towards my headspace. After swallowing her pungent piss, the thank you kissing and licking of her boots followed. After a pause she again pissed into my mouth and standing in front of her again, I saw in her gloved hand a long leather thong with which she tied my testicles very tightly at their base, then make a loop, separating the balls and sling it around each one of them, so they stood out sideways very distinctly, producing an unbelievable tension. Admiring her work, she ran the nails of one hand over the bunched testicles producing a sensational feeling. She pointed to the horse, again flexed the red whip in her hand, stepped behind me and slowly whipped me three times with uncanny accuracy finding unblemished skin on my behind. Whist the pain dissipated I watched her visible excitement registered in her cruel face and copious amounts of moisture covering her sex and upper thighs. Whilst the delightful warmth of the whipping spread throughout my lower body, I watched with admiration this beautiful, exotic creature towering behind me, her eyes closed, breathing deeply, a delightful picture of dominance and bizarreness.

My entire mouth and taste system meanwhile was totally impregnated by the strong and delicious aroma and taste of her golden piss which I savoured very much, having thirsted for it for many years.

I followed her to her throne again on my knees, gazing in adoration into her beautiful black painted face, her huge mouth sneering at me, whilst I felt her sharp nails on my nipples again, forcing a deep gasp of joy from deep within me. Her deliberate tortures had become very slow and measured as if she wanted to make certain, that I could feel every stab of pain individually. By now she had switched from the flat area of her nails to the sharp edges of the square cut nails. She used these needle sharp edges digging particularly into the especially sensitive tips of my nipples making my body shake of submissive excitement as the pain she inflicted became more and more vicious, my mind rocketing high into my subconsciousness.

As she stopped, I felt tears streaming down my cheeks under the tight rubber mask, tears of happiness, which she acknowledged with a chuckle. Again I swallowed her piss at her command and immediately bowed to the service to her boots, one of her power symbols. As she rested, I worshipped her with my eyes, observing every facet of her exotic and erotic appearance with much joy. When she lifted 4 gloved fingers I knew what to do, sat again back, saw her desirable wide open sex appear above my upturned face and received a further mouthful of her piss. On the whipping horse she took a deep breath swung her gloved arm back and in exact measure whipped my twitching but willing buttocks 4 times, again paralleling the other stripes on my white skin. By that time my submissiveness craved the touch of her whip, sending feeling of delight through me. My desire to be her slave became stronger with every stroke of her whip, knowing, as she had told me before, that whipping me was her way to demonstrate her love for me. This time she left me leaning over the padded horse and as she lay back on her throne, she began to play with her clit, her excitement demonstrated by the flow of fluid all over her sex and thighs. Eventually she called me, her sexual excitement still at a high and this time she pushed me close to swooning with the pain she inflicted on my nipples with her sharp nails, combining nail edge torture with slow rolling of the nipples under her long nails. Again I drank her piss and paid homage to her boots.

Before commencing the 5th stage, after again pissing into my mouth, she tied my arms across my back parallel to each other and laced them into a tight leather sleeve incorporating both elbows and then strap the upper arms to rings on top of my corset belt. Not only was this a severe bondage but made me totally helpless to her onslaught; I wondered what was coming next that she felt she had to make me unable to offer any resistance. I found out immediately why; she inserted each of my tightly tied testicles into small red soft leather pouches which were closely lined inside with tiny sharp silver studs, the pouches closing with drawstrings which when pulled tightly shaped the pouches to each ball, inflicting sharp pricking pain. What a vicious idea to do that, however, in spite of my apprehension, I started to shake uncontrollably of desire. The Goddess had to push me to the whipping horse since I was almost in a state of hynosis and I hardly felt the vicious 5 strokes of the whip. I didn’t even notice where they landed or whether they had encroached on any existing stripes on my back. I just lay there, my love for the Mistress almost bursting my heart, begging inside to be taken deeper into slavery. I don’t know if martyrs felt similarly at their fate, but for me paradise was just around the corner.

Again I found myself on my knees in front of my Divine Goddess. She looked me deep in the eyes with her lovely green eyes out of the deep black of her make-up, stroked by masked face and said “Slave, you have been very brave, but this was only the first part. What will follow now, will be the realization of those fantasies to which I masturbated many a night, driving me almost mad. I promised myself that if ever I would make you my slave, this will tie you to me.” Her sharp nail edges again played havoc on my nipples, my eyes drowning in hers showed my adoration for this gorgeous Mistress, when a deep growl rose out of my throat as I felt the sharp nails of one of her hands gently brush over the swollen head of my very erect penis. I could feel every nail with waves of unbelievable excitement radiating from my penis. After swallowing her piss I again kissed and licked her gorgeous boots.

As I looked up, I saw her pulling on the strings lifting the hood off her clit and motion me to move up. My adoring lips closed over her prominent swollen clitoris, a violent shaking of my Mistress as a result. Her gloved hands guided me gently until she let go an almost frightening shriek as she climaxed, obviously already hovering near it all this time.

At that time I was absolutely amazed about her capacity to maintain her sexual excitement and climax repeatedly as if there was no limit. I worshipped in quiet contemplation at her widely spread stockinged thighs as a steady flow of her lubricants wetted her sex and the area around it. I don’t know how long I knelt there, my behind, penis and nipples throbbing steadily as a result of per attention to them. – I was almost catatonic as I saw her rise in front of me, her widely spread open sex appearing over my face and her flow of piss starting. My mouth flew open to catch it until it almost overflowed when she stopped. Her capacity to piss was also almost unlimited, but she kept drinking regularly as I had seen earlier.

As I stood in front of her I saw her hook a pear shaped heavy weight to the two drawstrings of the spiked pouches enveloping my testicles, pulling the pouches tightly around each ball, digging the tiny sharp silver studs into my tortured flesh even more viciously. As I staggered to the whipping horse on the extremely high heels of my slave boots, the weight swung between my legs, accentuating the torture of my testicles. As I leant over the padded bench the large dildo in my behind pulled every time deep inside me, stretching my anus and touching my prostate, making me grunt of excitement. In the mirrors in front of me I saw my beautiful Mistress strut to the side of my bent over body on the fantastic heels of her exotic boots, the little silver bell on her left spur tinkling with every move she made. I felt her gloved hands stroking the welts clearly visible on my behind then step aside, swing her whip arm high and whipped me in measured strokes 6 times, this time not bothering to find untouched skin, a criss-cross pattern of red stripes forming. I was almost crying of happiness with every stroke of her whip, so addicted I was to be on the receiving end of her expression of love for her slave. My mouth was so full of her golden piss that I had to swallow a small quantity of it to release the pressure, the delicious taste of her piss making me swoon as I watched her re-hang the whip on the rack and return to her throne. I crawled to her, the testicle weight dragging behind me on the floor, sat up and saw her red clawed hands lift and move to my nipples and immediately dig into my screaming flesh, waves of ecstasy shaking my body. After an eternity of the cruelest torture of my nipples, she ordered me to swallow her piss, pulling me on the neck chain into the offered cleft of her anus. My stiff tongue dived without hesitation deep into it, where the tip of my tongue encountered a slight resistance which introduced a different taste into my mouth, making me sink even deeper into my state of submissiveness to my Queen and Goddess. Gasps of arousal accompanied my efforts and I felt a stream of her lubricant run down her cleft from her sex and ending up in my open mouth, with my tongue embedded deep in her arse. I eventually tired and slowed in my ministrations and the Mistress took pity on me and sat up. I was given no respite, when her hot piss again filled my mouth and I found myself standing in front of her, wobbling on the ballet slave boots. With the weight pulling my tortured testicles long, the skin of my sac stretched and this offered the Mistress the opportunity to tightly wrap a Velcro closure cruelly spiked leather sleeve over it, my whole testicle area and sac totally covered with sharp spikes, causing the most delicious pain. I was now feeling unrelieved pain on my testicles, sac, penis, nipples and behind which washed in waves all over me and I wanted to cry “More – More – More”. This she did by whipping me now 7 times hard and without mercy, the loud impact of the crop on my skin echoing through her Dungeon. I could not cry out; the piss gag was too effective, although I had to control a dangerous dribbling of her piss out of my mouth lest she punish me with extra whipping which tempted me very much, lusting for more and more whipping. On her throne, her sharp nails, flat front and edges, again played havoc with my nipples and cock head, my devotion for her rising into the sky. By pushing my chest forward into her nails, I screamed inside and my eyes begging for more and that it should never end. When allowed to swallow her piss, I started to babble almost incoherently my love and devotion in between sobs of happiness, whilst my lips and tongue paid homage to her fantastic boots and heels. The extended torture finally started to take a toll of my energy and I hovered on the edge of exhaustion, however, nothing would keep me away from the attentions of my beloved and adored Mistress. After pissing into my mouth again, she stopped me standing up and sensually attached a pair of adjustable chain connected nipple clips to the base of my nipples tightly, pushing all feeling immediately forward towards the tips of the nipples; then she allowed me to proceed to the whipping horse where she again slowly in a steady rhythm laid 8 measured strokes of her whip across my behind which by now radiated a constant wave of pain to my tortured groin, adding up into a hot, throbbing sensation of excitement.

Two more to go I said to myself in consolation as I again knelt in front of my gorgeous Mistress, as she now very delicately gripped the tips of my nipples between her long, red and cruel fingernails, all feeling in my nipples now concentrated at their tips. She inserted each nipple under the long nails of middle fingers and thumbs and then rolling each nipple in a steady gripping movement between the two nails, sending my emotions high into the “sky”. When she switched to the needle sharp edges of her nails, I started to shake almost uncontrollably of raving lust and passion, ready to collapse at her feet. This she allowed and I again worshipped her boots and their ultra high heels.

The Mistress then told me that she wanted to rush the 9th stage in order to concentrate a long time on the 10th ,  in which she wished to climax her year long fantasy and for which I had unwittingly provided her with the wherewithal. Therefore she pissed into my mouth, whipped me rapidly 9 times, sent me back to the throne where she briefly tortured the tip of my penis only, ending with me thanking her by kissing her heels. –

By that time I observed her arousal and excitement rising as if something was going to happen to her. I saw her leaning back on her throne, legs wide open and a copious flow of sexual emission wetting her sex and silk stockinged legs. Finally she stirred, looked at me in a most lustful way and took me to the centre of her torture chamber, where a horizontal beam was suspended with chains from the ceiling. On the underside were heavy bolted rings from which short chains dangled. The Mistress now strapped my hands into heavy leather mittens, folding them over and fastening them with wide and heavy straps to my wrists, forming tight fists inside of the mittens. On each “fist” was a ring with carbine snap hooks which she snapped to the chains dangling from the beam overhead, so my arms were stretched out above in a “V”. My slave booted ankles she connected to widely spaced sunken rings in the floor. My whole body was now spread eagled in front of the tilting mirror wall, so I could see everything going on around me. I saw my Goddess thread the piss hose of one of the piss dispensers through a tight rubber seal on a heavy rubber suffocation gasmask, then step behind me and insert a large inflatable rubber gag into my mouth, fasten it with wide rubber straps around my head and inflated it as much as it would go; I was unable to produce any sound except a grunt. She then connected the inside end of the piss tube to the gag, adjusted the pipe lengths and pulled the suffocation gasmask over my face and head, zipping it tightly along the back, finishing with padlocking the zip runner to a ring on my slave collar. The mask moulded itself tightly to my face and head, my Mistress in my view through large sealed condensation proof plastic eye lenses. From then on, as she connected the piss hose to the piss dispenser suspended, as yet empty, to the gallows of a wheeled infusion trolley well within my sight, I breathed through the threaded opening of the gasmask.

She then connected a battery power pack with a cable connection to the dildo, strapped deeply into my anus and hooked it to the tight leather belt around my middle for easy access. Seeing her moving so purposefully around me, being able to observe her every movement in the mirrors, her full and gorgeous, exotically dressed body raised my excitement to a new level, my severely bound and cruelly spike sheathed penis standing like an iron rod straight in front of me. To my disappointment my Mistress took the heavy weight from the spike pouched testicles; little did I know that she just changed the fixing point from the combined pull strings to attaching it to the individual pulling tight string of one pouch and tie a second weight to the other pouch, which exerted double the mass pulling on the spiked balls; the added pain was just out of this world. One of the most exciting actions of my Goddess is watching her pissing. I saw her lowering the upright of the transfusion tree, hold the piss dispenser under her wide open vagina and in an endless stream filled the glass container almost to the top. After raising the tree again to well above my head, she wheeled it next to my spread eagled body well within my sight, so I could observe the flow of her piss into my gag through the suffocation mask. My Mistress inspected one last time her slave, so cruelly prepared for the climax of the torture session, by walking around my helpless body so precariously balanced on tiptoes inside the padlocked ballet super high heeled slave boots, fully stretched between floor and ceiling and totally helpless at her mercy. She stood in front of me, her gloved arms akimbo, her booted massive legs in black stockings at a straddle, her gorgeous, full, corseted body overhung by her very large painted and drooping breasts, the cruel black made-up face looking at me in quiet menace. “My beloved slave, for you now comes the time for you to acknowledge my total dominance over you; I will now torture you to a rip-roaring climax as you have never experienced in your life and which will tie you to me for ever. Do you want this?” Muted and gagged as I was, I could only nod in total submission. I saw the divine body of my Goddess move towards the whip rack and pick the ONE whip, which I feared most, the red leather handled long Malacca cane which she swished through the air as she approached me. She simultaneous wheeled her barstool-like chair with folding stirrup style leg supports in front of me, well clear of my straining, manacled body. My main attention, however, was on her standing on my left flank, level with my behind, still flexing the cane in her gloved hands. With dread and excitement I saw her swing her arm high and with a whistling sound the cane landed on my bare behind with a smack. The feeling was almost unbearable, but the shrieking pain almost immediately converted into the most delightful sensation of pleasure, as if the top of my brain was taking off into orbit. I had just processed this paradox reaction, as the second stroke of the cane landed and again I could only painfully grunt behind the tightly inflated gag in my mouth, my whole body shaking in the severe bondage between ceiling and floor. If it had been possible, my iron hard penis swelled and grew even more hard as it shook violently, standing out straight from my rubber clad lower body, the sharp spikes inside the sheath, covering it, viciously digging into my excited flesh. Like a searing flame, the third and fourth stroke of the cane, forced a shriek through the tight gag, the shaking of my body inside the spread eagle bonds growing even more violent. As I clenched my buttocks awaiting the next brutal strokes of the cane, the large dildo inside my anus became more and more noticeable, and the pressure of my anus would have ejected it violently, had it not been kept in place by the tight straps securing it.

The next measured 4 strokes followed closely to each other, as my buttocks felt as if they were on fire, my enormous swollen and hard penis starting to shed large amounts of pre-come which in long strings leaked from the cock head of my penis. The last 2 cane strokes she seemed to cherish as she paused between each one of them, her other gloved hand buried deep in her streaming vagina, which seemed to overflow of her excitement. By this time my eyes were turned up inside my skull, my whole being hovering somewhere in the sphere outside my body, my breath coming in gasps. A squeaking of wheels penetrated my sub-consciousness and as my eyes opened I saw my beloved Mistress sitting on the wheeled chair right in front of me, her booted legs in the stirrups lifted right and left of my body. Her cruel, painted face was only a few hands away from my eyes and was almost a grimace of violent sexual passion as she fastened a weight to the centre of the chain, which connected the clips on the bases of my nipples. Then I saw and felt her screwing the connector of a large rubber breathing bladder to the suffocation mask over my face. My breathing immediately became more difficult as I had to suck all my breathing air through the bladder fastened to the mask. My whole body, by now, consisted of defined points of pain; the discomfort towering on my toes inside the slave boots, the strong pulling weights on my spiked testicles, the sharply spiked sleeve around my testicle sac, the tightly laced spike sheath over my rock hard penis, the large dildo immovable fasted inside my anus,  the nipples and the clips fastened to the base of the nipples and the weight pulling on both nipples, in the centre of the connecting chain and finally the hugely inflated gag in my mouth and the suffocation mask over it, admitting breathing air through the rubber bladder only.

By this time I was truly in subspace and I was soaring high into a sphere I have never been in. Suddenly I felt a trickle of her most delicious piss beginning to fill my mouth and I started blissfully to swallow this most exciting nectar from the inside of her body, simultaneously the dildo deep in my anus began to vibrate and at its tip to gyrate around its axis. When her sharp red talons fastened to my by then highly sensitive nipples it came almost as a relief, because by then my body was craving for more and more pain. Waves and waves of unbelievable sensations radiated from my nipples as her sharp nail edges dug into the ends of my nipples on and on, no pause, no relief and no mercy. The next sensation was, and I nearly flipped my mind, when one hand guided my cruelly spiked sheathed rock hard penis into her  vagina, sheath and all, pushing it in to its full length. Her piss flowed uninterrupted into me and as the nipple tortures continued unabated, her vaginal muscles started to grip my spiked penis, deep inside my most precious Mistress. As I digested another source of pain sensation, she had reduced the airflow into the suffocation mask my screwing down the air valve at the bottom of the bladder. Every breath became more laborious and every exhalation inflated the bladder in front of my mask to a balloon. My excitement had now reached the peak of the highest mountain on earth and my orgasm boiled in the pit of my stomach, waiting to erupt. My Mistress pumped her internal muscles in a steady rhythm, her cruel nails tortured my nipples without pause, her piss flowed on and on, the dildo buzzed and gyrated inside my anus and as I felt “my skull cap begin to lift”, she shut the bladder breathing valve fully, the bladder now wildly flapping as I fought desperately for air whilst my excitement now sat on a launching pad ready to take off. She had never inflicted such pain on me ever before and I realized that she was serious in what she had told me earlier on, that she will be the most cruel and merciless Mistress. As I swooned whilst the waves of pain from my nipples broke in higher and higher breakers, if I had died at that moment I would have died contented. Finally, with a shriek behind the fully inflated gag, her piss gurgling in the back of my mouth, I climaxed, as I have never ever before. I pumped in an never ending stream deep inside the treasure grove of my most beloved Mistress, when I felt breathing air returning and like lightning my Mistress proceeded to remove all the torture devices from my body. The clips came off my nipples, the spike sheaths from penis and testicles were unlaced, the dildo was un-strapped and the suffocation mask unzipped. The piss dispenser had emptied in the last moments of my torture and I still savoured her taste. At last she unclipped the chains from arms and legs when I collapsed in an exhausted bundle of rubber at her feet, peace, love, devotion and admiration for my Mistress enveloping me. I don’t know how long I was curled up in the middle of her torture chamber, I may even have fallen asleep briefly. When I came to and looked up I saw my beloved Goddess semi reclining on her throne, her booted and stockinged legs spread wide open and her sex bubbling and covered with my come. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously swooning. As she heard me stir, her eyes opened and she gestured me to move forward between her legs. I did not need to be told what to do and began in a most loving way to lick off and suck from her vagina all of the slave’s come which from her reaction she seemed to enjoy very much. This took quite a while and I was content to service my Mistress in a most intimate way. When I had finished and tried to move away, her gloved hands caught my head and moved it to her clit which was swollen in extreme excitement. It did not take long when she erupted into another orgasm, finishing with pissing full stream into my mouth.

I think, we both were desperately in need of rest, after this catatonic experience for both of us, an event which we had longed for for more than 20 years. Whilst she still savoured it, I crept away to my Slave dressing room, had a long shower, simultaneously washing my rubber outfit under the shower and hanging it up to dry and dressed in one of my favourite pair of black silk lounging pijamas. This was the first time that day that I looked at a clock and found to my amazement that we had been at it for more than 7 hours and when I got upstairs onto the living level of the house it still rained and blew half a gale, making me glad to be in a snug home. Although I have had more than enough fluid in my Mistress’ domain in form of her piss, I was in desperate need of a reviving drink. I also prepared my Goddess favourite cocktail for when she appeared. A meal had already been semi prepared and a festive table set, all ready for the appearance of my gorgeous Mistress. I was unsure how she intended to continue but was ready for anything.

As I sat dreaming, filled with a heavenly contentment, I heard her moving in her suite and again a deep wave of happiness washed over me and, you won’t believe it, I got hard again. I heard a swish, looked up, and gasped in wonder. Her hair fell in loose auburn waves around her face, which she had made up less severe than in her domain, but more than she would normally wear. Her eye makeup was charcoal gray, mascara instead of false eye lashes, rouge in mute red and her bigger outlined lips in shiny scarlet. She wore a voluminous, floor length, bellow sleeved black satin gown. I rose awaiting her command when she stopped in front of me draped her satin clad arms around my neck and kissed me passionately as I have rarely been kissed before.

“Darling Slave, I love you for being the most exciting and skilled slave and lover and I don’t want to be without you ever again”.

There we stood, holding each other tightly, kissing and caressing and I grew excited all over again, feeling her luscious plump body under the satin. By then I had again a massive erection which I could not hide and which she felt. She dropped her hand to my crotch and through the black silk of my pajama gently cradled it in her hand, her soft lips almost enveloping my whole mouth. Two can play the game and I slipped my hands through the front opening of her gown and stopped with a gasp, because what I felt was something most exciting. As my hands started exploring I felt first nothing but smooth bare skin, round belly, large breasts, bare smooth sex and behind. As I came lower to the top of her thighs I felt smooth leather right up to her crotch and from the shoulders down at the turn to the upper arm again smooth leather. As my hands caressed her lovely body her kisses became more passionate, her hands now moving over my head and face. – Eventually we had to step back – we had to stop or start the whole cycle again and in the process starve to death. After the meal I allowed her to apply soothing healing balm to my body, especially nipples, behind and penis, which almost set me off again and she was wise not to allow me to see what was under her gown -- YET!                                                               

                          

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  One of my dreams is to tie you immovably, arms in bondage sleeves across your back, legs strapped in kneeling position, severely corseted, penis and balls cruelly tied and encased in sharp spiked sheaths and pouches, a weight stretching your balls, cruelly gagged with my piss dripping into your mouth and the suffocation mask padlocked on to your head with the breathing bladder valve screwed down to minimum, all whilst suspended by chains from the ceiling beam attached to shoulder rings. I will then cruelly cane your naked behind, 6 times every time, at intervals, whilst I clamp my sharp fingernails to your nipples, severely torturing them, alternatively running  sharp edged nails over the swollen head of your penis. I will take sadistic delight to listen to your desperate bellowings behind the severely inflated gag and listening to the gurgling of the steady flow of my piss through the gag into your mouth. – These are only some of the things I will do to you.

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