(The following story ought to be read in conjunction with the first one,  <Lucia’s Slave – United at Last>)

Lucia’s Slave  -  The Anniversary

Lucia and I first met on 26. April 1986. This date is engraved deeply into my sub-conscience and is underlined red in my diaries since that day. – Every year, without fail, I had sent her red roses. Last year it was 23 roses and this year I will place 24 roses at her bedside for when she awakes in OUR house, at long last united.

The first weeks of our togetherness were exactly that; Lucia did not want to leave the house for days on end and in our mutual love we just bonded closer than we have ever been before and in long, loving and cruel sessions she tied her slave to her for ever. By now, however, I have gradually started to introduce her to friends and acquaintances and we have visited some of my past good life all over the countryside, which has been part of me since my youth and her past unsatisfactory life is slowly slipping into forgetfulness.

The riverfront end of my property is leased to a sheep farmer and I use it as a runway for my twoseater-microlight, the grass kept short and smooth by

his sheep. From there we venture now all over, to visit our farmer- and rancher friends, where there are always places to land safely. I have been flying since childhood when my father, a livestock-, grain- and animalfeed broker, used to visit his “customers” in his Tiger Moth and he taught me                                                                     

early how to handle an aircraft on the frequent cross country flights. In his

professional life he had made many friends, and their offspring are still friends with me and I have been spending most of my free time deep in the country and now Lucia is part of all that and she has taken to it with much enjoyment, although being a city girl originally.

But nobody really wants to read all about this, except that I wish to say that Lucia and I are becoming closer and closer and our love for each other deeper and deeper. She is now part of my life and I am the happiest man alive.

It is not only I who keeps a diary since boyhood; the other day Lucia reminded me of the upcoming anniversary date of our first meeting, wanting to know what my plans were.- Well! I soon found out what HER plans were.

On the morning of the 25th, we had finished breakfast, when I heard the unmistaking clicking of high heels. The way she appears in front of me, always without warning, sets the mood for the day and looking at her today immediately got the adrenaline flowing and begin my slide into a state of submissiveness and worship. She looked absolutely ravishing and dominant in her tight black leather pencil skirt and the “Ledapol” black patent lace-up stiletto boots, but for the first time she wore a beautiful, loosely cut, black

soft leather blouse, collarless and simply cut in a deep Vee to the pointed top of the high waisted skirt, revealing parts of her large, beautiful breasts and the deep valley between them. The long, loose sleeves ended in wide rhinestone buttoned cuffs. On her hands she wore thin skintight wrist long black leather gloves and around her neck a plain black leather choker. Her auburn hair was up in a French Twist, her make-up heavy but on the level of “upstairs” intensity and her large, over-painted, black outlined mouth in shiny crimson red.

As she sat, I knelt in front of her and greeted her by kissing the gloved hands and the pointed tips of her boots. “Slave, tomorrow is a special day and you and I need to prepare ourselves for what is going to be a once a year event. Firstly, I want to see you in your slave leather straps and rings body harness, your genitals locked into the rubberpouch, the rubber halfmask with your mouth uncovered and chains connecting your ankle- and  wrist cuffs and these in turn fastened with short chains to the waist harness ring in front. You will present yourself to me for inspection and further orders”.

Throughout the day, she made me do things which stoked my submissiveness and sexual excitement. I laid out the specified outfit my Mistress intended to wear on the day of the anniversary, polish the boots to a high gloss and make sure that all the things in her throne- and her torture chambers were in place and everything was shipshape. Whenever she passed by where I was busy at the time, I knelt and licked the heels of her boots or kissed the hem of her leather skirt and her gloved hands were continuously touching me here and there or she suddenly kissed me. When resting, I lay at her feet, she using me as her boot rest. By evening I was in a high level of excitement and submissiveness and I longed to be under the sharp heels of her boots. Her last act of the day was to send me to my slave dressing room to dress into a rubber overall and a loose lock-on rubber mask. She then took me to the slave prison cell, attached wrist and ankle cuffs and locked these with a chain to a wall ring next to the prison cot. She kissed me lingeringly “Good Night” and locked the steel barred cell door.

For most of the night I was kept awake by my excitement and the anticipation of what was ahead of me the next day. Eventually, early in the morning, I must have dropped off, because only when I smelled Lucia’s perfume and felt a blindfold fastened around my head, did I come to with a startle. Next I found myself in the Slave’s dressing room doing my morning ablutions and breakfasting on a spare fare of tea and porridge which had been placed there. A note left by Lucia told me to put on what was laid out for me, viz. a heavy, tight, black all-in-one rubber suit, full rubber head mask, - eyes, nostrils and mouth cut out -, thin black rubber gloves, the ballet type ankle high slave boots and finally fitting myself with the long silicon dildo which I fastened front and back to loops on the rubber suit, ending with the blindfold. I knelt in the centre of the room awaiting my fate.

After quite some wait, the door opened and I first smelled the exciting, musky perfume which my Mistress reserves exclusively for wear in her Domain, and then heard the swish of leather, the click of high heels and the tinkling of a little bell. In my heightened awareness being unseeing, I felt nimble fingers fasten a collar around my neck, a carbine hook clicking to a ring and at a steady pull on a leash followed my Mistress on my knees. Finally we came to a stop, my head was pushed to the floor and the blindfold removed. My excitement started to rise as the little bell ceased ringing. At long last I heard the customary command - “Slave, look at your Mistress”. I always savour this moment when I rock back on my heels and cast my adoring eyes on the beauty and cruel appearance of my Mistress. For today’s occasion she wore  the same outfit as on the first day when she arrived to unite with me and totally enslaved me to her majesty. She effortless stood on the extremely high stiletto heels of her knee high laced black patent leather boots with the attached silver spurs. Her magnificent thighs were sheathed in black shiny silk stockings, the legend “Goddess Lucia” embroidered in red on the stocking welts. The very tightly laced black patent leather corset encased her generous body, four patent leather suspenders on each side connected stockings and corset; the black shiny patent gloves reached right up to her shoulders. From the large red painted nipples of her gorgeous bare breasts dangled little silver replicas of ”cat of nine tails” whips. The silver  “G = L” insignia shone in the centre of the wide black leather band around her proud neck. The most exciting part of my Mistress, which never ceases to arouse me to a high pitch, is her heavily painted face which expresses her utter ruthlessness and cruelty towards her slave. Thick and sweeping black false eyelashes surround her lovely green eyes, heavy black eyeshadow covers her eyelids and extends well up towards her temples and a slender black painted bar runs parallel below her eyes. Black rouge accentuates the elegant hollows of her cheeks, but the most awesome feature of her face, almost taking up the entire lower part of it, is her cruel, shimmering huge black painted mouth which in the shape of a large curving sneer promises only merciless tortures. Her auburn hair is in a tightly pulled- back French twist, interwoven with rhinestone covered ribbons and long black rhinestone encrusted silver bars descending from her earlobes. This symphony of shiny black leather and white generous skin is reflected from the scarlet satin lining of the black patent leather cape which envelopes this heavenly body, the large stand-up collar surrounding her imperious head.

“Pay homage to your Mistress” and I crawled forward and devotedly kissed the silver tips of her boots, then my tongue slid upwards over her steeply curved instep until I arrived at the towering heels. I licked every silver stud along the spines of her heels, passed around the silver spurs and followed her boots up to her knees. I then began to reverently kiss over the smooth shiny silk of her black stockings, over the welt and kissed the red lettering “Goddess Lucia”. As I moved higher and gently nibbled the smooth exciting flesh of her thighs between stockings and corset, her gloved hands came into my view, the fingers tipped with beautifully groomed long red varnished nails, each one adorned with a little blue rhinestone crystal in the centre. These beautiful and cruel nails have given me many hours of ecstasy and I kissed each one in reverence.

When my beautiful Goddess was seated on her throne I knelt between her silk sheathed and booted legs and observed the never ending miracle of the excitement of her splayed open sex which is always covered with her “honey”. Without being told, my adoring lips closed around her divine fountain from which I took the first of many gifts of her hot golden piss. This act stirs my Mistress every time anew and she can not get enough of her slave worshipping at her heavenly font. Her gloved hands then guided my masked head a little higher where the centre of her womanhood waited to be adored.

Her ringed clitoral hood was held up by thin jeweled strings attached to the bottom of her corset. I was thrilled to see that she used one of my anniversary gifts which I had especially made by an English jeweler, himself slave to his wedded mistress, from whom discretion could be expected. This gift is in fact his invention and is used by his Mistress. Condition of using this gift by any woman is that her clitoris must be large enough to wear it. It is a little hinged gold ring which clicks around the base of the clitoris, exerting pressure to increase feeling. Fortunately my Goddess’ clit is gorgeously sized enough to allow my lips closing around it and giving my Mistress endless excitement, thus a base ring would increase her pleasures immeasurably. In keeping with the high degree of adoration for my Domina, Mistress and Goddess I had tiny rubies embedded in the ring which now twinkled at me from this most beautiful part of my Mistress’ sex. I need not to mention that from the moment I cast my eyes at my Mistress in all her glory, my penis, as yet unbound and free, stood ramrod hard in front of me, a fact which demonstrates to my Mistress what effect she has on her Slave and which she enjoys very much. So, there I was, my eyes fixed in worship on her jeweled clit awaiting my Mistress’ orders. I looked up into her exotically painted face and saw an expression of raw passion and a snarl of barely suppressed cruelty around her huge black glimmering mouth. When her black hooded green eyes finally focused on me, she just nodded and slid her body forward on her red rubber upholstered seat. The tip of my tongue began to gently circle her clit, cruise around the edges of her clitoral hood and also delicately touch the opening of her sacred font. My touch was so gentle, the rising of her excitement so slow, that I could almost monitor it by observing the flow of her sexual fluid increasing in proportion and I did want to make these magic moments last for as long as I could, both for her enjoyment as much as for me. As her excitement climbed higher and higher she started involuntarily to dribble golden piss from her font which I lapped up with much delight. By that time her clit had swollen as a result of the ongoing caresses of my tongue tip and the pressure exerted by the rubied gold ring at its base

and little cries and moans of passion drifted down from above.

As I continued to worship at her golden shrine, I felt her booted legs drape over my bowed shoulders and her silver spurs urging me on forcefully. Following her wishes I now started to concentrate on the clitoris, my tongue tip circling and flicking and finally my lips closed gently over the swollen bud,  gently sucking, rubbing it between my lips and flicking it with the tip of my tongue. I felt a shudder building up, her hips pushing into my mouth when simultaneously with her climaxing shrieks her gloved hands pushed my head down to receive a long hot stream of her golden piss, her strong black stockinged thighs clamping my head in a viselike grip.

With my head resting on the red rubber of the throne between her dripping thighs, I felt the tension drain out of my Mistress to the sound of low moans of contentment but my penis remained erect like a guardsman. After an eternity and time standing still, my Mistress spoke:

“Slave, you will now renew your creed to your Mistress!”  

My heart started to race on this demand, which for me is something which comes from deep within me and conforms to my life’s desire of remaining part of her life until mine ends.

I bowed my head and placed the high, towering stiletto heel of her right boot on my neck as I intoned:

“Adored and beloved Mistress and Goddess, from the moment I looked at you the first time I wanted to be your Slave. I wished to be your Slave until united with you not so long ago and now I want to remain your Slave to the end of my days”.

Again a deep feeling of contentment came over me as I lay under the feet of my Mistress, the cruel heel of her boot pressing into my neck, in total submission under her will.

“Slave, you deserve to hear your Mistress’ commitment and desires”:

“Slave, I will be your most cruel and merciless Mistress and dominate and enslave you utterly under my will until death does us part”        

With this, she lifted her boot off my neck, pulled me up and as her cruel, painted face came nearer, the tip of her pink tongue appeared from the centre of the shiny black hugely over-painted mouth and touched my tongue just briefly enough to demonstrate her love for her slave.

She unclasped her cape and rose towering above me, leaving the cape draped over her throne. She bent over me, her gloved hands opened my lips and a long thread of her saliva dropped into my adoring mouth which excited me without end. The carbine of her leash clipped to my slave collar and crawling after her drop gorgeous, swaying, exotically dressed figure I followed her into her Torture chamber ending up in front of the smaller throne. There she took off the collar which I have been wearing at all the sessions preceding the one today, when she held in front of me a new collar, black leather with silver letters, spelling SLAVE.

“This is my Anniversary Present! I now will collar and bind you to your Mistress for ever. This collar you will always wear when you are in my Domain. The lifetime collar is awaiting you upstairs, when I will collar you for life”

“Your Mistress will now get you ready for the first of your Tortures, which will demonstrate your Mistress’ total domination of her Slave.”

She strapped both of my rubber gloved hands into the thick leather mittens, bent them into fists and buckled them to my wrists. Ordered to stand under the massive, horizontally suspended wooden beam, she hooked the fisted mitts to the short chains on the under side of the beam in a wide “V”. My ballet-booted boots she then clipped to sunken rings in the floor in a wide straddle. My Goddess stood in front of me caressing my rubber covered body, studiously avoiding my genitals, but gently stroking my excited nipples with her sharp, long, square cut red fingernails, soliciting from me deep groans in response and in the end I couldn’t but utter “I love you, my divine Goddess”. She is a devil, having produced off me a hugely swollen super-erect penis and then approaching me with the red leather lace-on penis spike sheath. Normally she would have reduced any erection and then put the sheath on, but now she slipped the sheath over the shaft of the penis, adjusted it so it ended just behind the engorged penis knob and reaching to the root of the penis against my belly. She then very slowly began to take in the lace and tighten it, the sharp spikes on the inside of the sheath gradually sinking into my hot flesh until the sheath was fully closed. The pain was relentless and I could feel every sharp point of the spikes and my breath came in hisses and groans. I did not dare to protest, complain or scream – this was the first time that she had not gagged me before beginning to torture me. I could see a gleam of mischief in her eyes as she observed every reaction to her deeds. I think she must have realized that any further tortures would become very noisy from my side, so she inserted the inflatable bulb of a gag into my mouth and strapped it tightly to my head with a number of Velcro ended straps, ending with inflating the gag with a little hand pump until it filled my mouth totally, short of the back of my throat. Thus subdued she could proceed with her labours in relative silence from her slave. The Mistress particularly liked to put my testicles in cruel bondage, when she tied off my testicles tightly with a leather thong, then separated the balls by putting a separate sling around the base of each one of them so they stood fully engorged sideways of the testicle sac. This way she could now insert each ball into soft leather draw string closure pouches lined inside with numerous little sharp silver studs. When pulling the drawstrings closed, the pouches moulded themselves to each testicle, every one of the sharp studs finding its nerve end target. The last available untended part was the testicle sac around which she finally wrapped a little sleeve, equally spiked. There was now no place of my genitals which was not tortured by sharp studs and spikes. I almost jumped, if I would have been able to, as I felt her running the sharp claws of one hand over the hugely swollen knob of my penis, just an example of what was around the corner. Sitting on her throne, slowly rubbing her sex with one hand, she observed me as I gradually slipped into a state of ecstasy in becoming the helpless object of my cruel Mistress, the sight of her exotic and beautiful appearance further stoking my excitement. Whilst in the first throes of me swooning, my Goddess continued with the merciless treatment of her slave, by wrapping a very heavily boned, back laced, black rubber corset around my middle, reaching from just above the pubic bone to below my chest, slowly taking in the laces, closing the corset relentlessly until it would not go further, my middle cruelly squeezed into the shape of an hour glass. I was pulled in so tight that I could only breathe from the top of my lungs; with the rest of my body below the chest I quickly lost all contact. Somehow the heavy pressure pushed all feelings into the nether regions of my body, the genitals and the behind now becoming super sensitive to what was happening there. This was quickly proven when the feeling of the dildo inside me amplified and with the smallest movement of my body my dildoed insides twitched and my prostate reacting.

The Mistress’ Motto “Never a whipping without my piss” was now realized with her filling one of the glass dispensers to the top with her hot golden piss and suspend it slightly above my masked head and connected the clear plastic tube to the centre of the gag, through which a hard rubber tube led to the back of the gag, emptying into the slave’s throat. Every slave whipping session always began with the “Cat of Nine Tails”, one of the Goddess’ favourites, simply because the multiple thongs generally leave relatively few marks; these she wants to save for later. She moved to the whip rack, effortless walking on the enormous towering stiletto heels of her boots, her gorgeous large bare behind swaying in a most delightful rhythm, picked the Cat and sat on her throne, sensuously running her red clawed hands through the leather thongs, eyeing her helpless slave like a cat hypnotizing a mouse.

By this time I had reached the level of submission at which I began to yearn for pain and the resulting pleasure. As my gorgeous Goddess arose from her throne, my bare, rubber framed behind involuntarily contracted in anticipation of the first stroke of her whip. The Mistress slowly circled my helpless spread-eagled body, gently stroking my buttocks with her gloved hand, swinging the whip from its thong with the other, stretching my anticipation to a high pitch. When her whip arm lifted high and the first stroke hit my twitching behind with a crack it almost came as a relief, my body bending within its fixing points at top and bottom. Each measured hit of the Cat produced a deep grunt from my gagged mouth and by the 6th a red glow diffused the skin of my behind. Mistress Lucia looped the whip to her wrist and facing me, looking deep into my eyes, slowly began to run her sharp red fingernails over my nipples producing the most incredible feeling of excitement. My penis swelled and rose into an iron hard erection, the spikes of the tight sheath sinking deeper into my flesh, producing innumerable points of delightful pain. As she observed my excitement rising she increased the pressure of her nails on my nipples, gradually beginning to roll them between the sharpened talons. I began to soar as the adrenalin started to kick in and the most beautiful sensations started to diffuse through my body, as the waves of pain radiated from my nipples like from a giant transmitter. My eyes were riveted and focused on the cruel black painted face, level with my view, the huge black mouth set in a cruel sneer, when suddenly sharp pain shot out from my severely spike sheathed hugely erect penis; The Goddess had moved herself forward hard up to my body and slid my rock hard penis between the top of her thighs trapping it against her wet splayed open sex, clamping it firmly. Simultaneously I felt a trickle of her piss entering my gagged mouth collecting against the back of my throat which I opened rhythmically allowing her piss to run into me. The taste of her pungent golden champaign was out of this world. I was now in a whirling world of incredible sensations as my Mistress began to slide her sopping vagina over my enormously erect penis, her eyes closed, with the long wings of her black eyelashes resting on her cheeks and low moans of excitement emitted from her slightly open mouth. My nipples by now were clamped under the long red fingernails, the sharp edges relentlessly digging into the excited flesh, the cruel pain shooting in rhythmic stabs right into my brain triggering the most powerful sensations. I was riding these waves of pain like a surfer, an ongoing muffled wail emitting from my severely gagged mouth, her delectable piss gurgling in the back of my throat. The Mistress’ face was in a haze as my eyes rolled almost uncontrolled in my head.

From the radiated warmth of her body against my front, the sudden change of her Cat of Nine Tails again hitting my bare buttocks was quite sudden and when my eyes refocused, Lucia was standing level with my body and her powerful arm swung the whip with full force, heating up my by now glowing behind. My desire for being whipped by Lucia, which, as she explained to me repeatedly, is the expression of her love for her slave, is unwavering and my behind is steadily and almost automatically reaching out for each stroke.

Again I found my tortured penis trapped between her thighs as her cruel nails fastened to my nipples which screamed for their merciless attention, as renewed waves of pain broke over me, sending my devotion and submissiveness for her high into the sky. Her divine piss all this time continued to flow in a trickle into my adoring mouth, the liquid level in the dispenser only slowly dropping which was now still standing at ¼ full. I was swooning and my very being floated right above my head when eventually I felt the pain from my nipples gone and my Mistress nowhere around. A deep feeling of peace settled on me and my total being was filled with adoration and love for my Mistress and Goddess.

My emotions started the slow and contented climb-down from the high to which Goddess Lucia had sent me and I became again aware of my surroundings, seeing myself in the mirrors spread eagled between floor and ceiling, a black apparition in rubber, with a huge penis standing straight out from my body, that was shaped into a severe hourglass my the tightly laced corset. – Suddenly Lucia was standing behind me and commenced to unhook me from the beam and the floor rings. I dropped onto my knees in front of her on the throne when she unstrapped the gag, the piss from the dispenser now all gone and the taste of her golden nectar impregnating my tastebuds. I saw the lifted boot in front of my face and I began to devotedly lick the towering stiletto heel in gratitude, to thank her for the attention she had lavished on her slave. What I noticed, when she appeared again, was the forked black leather straps which emanated from her anus and fastened to the front and back of her corset, which indicated that she had dildoed her behind, something she rarely does, although not disliking it, but I did not give it further thought. Lucia pulled my head into her lap, gently caressing it, her smooth, silk clad thighs warm and fragrant, the strong smell of my Mistress’ arousal a most exciting stimulus to her slave. I could have rested there for ever, like a caravan traveler not wanting to leave the verdant oasis. 

After an eternity of utter contentment my Goddess stirred and directed me to the bondage table. The top was padded in red hospital grade rubber and numerous Velcro straps were attached to it. The head rest extended from the main table and was narrower than a head, the table itself just as wide as a normal body. As I lay on the table the Mistress began to fasten my body immovably with the wide straps around ankles, above the knees, top of the thighs, the legs slightly apart, around the waist, below the chest and around the neck. The arms were strapped to the table legs by wrist and above the elbows. My masked head rested on the narrow, padded protrusion at the head of the table, a strap around my forehead. My adoring eyes, the only thing which could still move, followed my Mistress moving around her torture chamber. The table height was especially set, so my Goddess could effortless step over the slaves face so her sex was directly over his mouth. I watched with excitement as Lucia did exact that and closed her vagina over her slave’s face, making it sink deep into her sex. There was somehow enough air to breath as my tongue started unbidden to gently caress her most precious treasure chest, moving from the area between her anus and vagina gradually up around her opening, into the opening, my tongue reaching deep into her, from there over her font and to her clit, all in the most gentle licks, kisses and nibbles. As I passed her sacred font I paused briefly, knowing from before, that in her mounting excitement she liked to release some of her hot golden piss, of which I can not get enough. The position of my Mistress, almost sitting on my face, is not uncomfortable for her and I know that she can go on for hours savouring the very slow increase in excitement my caresses cause her. I was anxiously waiting for the moment when her sharp red fingernails would go into action again; I never knew when in her mounting excitement she would be hit by her equally mounting cruelty and want to start torturing and punishing her slave for the impertinence of enjoying the caresses he inflicted on his Mistress. To be immerged in the fragrance of her sex is for me pure heaven and as her sexual discharge increases, it flows in streams all over and past my masked face. My Mistress

and her Slave have an unspoken way of communication for whenever the slave is in service to her vagina. If the slave is deviating from her excitement spots, her nipple tortures almost stop and when the slave is spot-on and is driving his Mistress up the incline to her climax, her nails will inflict the  cruelest and most merciless pain and this is was the slave thrives for.

At last the moment came when her sharp red claws clamped onto my nipples and began the most delicious tortures whilst my lips and tongue savoured her mounting excitement and her sex grinding harder into my face, at times even cutting of my breathing air, which added to my passion. I seemed to be spot on with my ministrations because her nipple tortures were unwavering and when the sharp edges of her nails started to dig into my tortured nipples and deep groans bubbled from deep inside me, I knew that my Mistress was not far off climaxing. My severely bound and spiked penis was hopping wildly on top of my corseted lower body, spreading copious amounts of pre-come and the pain produced by the spikes converted into the most delirious pleasure, making my mind float somewhere a couple of yards outside my body. I could feel through her sex, that her body was wildly heaving on top of me when without warning she opened her sacred font fully, flooding my mouth and face with a never ending stream of her hot golden piss. At that very same moment I heard sobs and shrieks as my Goddess went into a rip-roaring climax, her vagina grinding hard into my masked face under her. At this point her nipple torture ceased as well and her body lifted off me and I am sure steam was coming off my face as I heard her stagger in her high heels to her throne to collapse and sink into her private world of after-climax.

I don’t know how long I battled with my pent up excitement, my twitching penis signaling that I myself was not very far off of coming myself unstimulated, except on my nipples. I am wondering sometimes if I could ever have a sexual climax solely under severe torture without any touch of my penis! As I said, I was not very far off, and savouring her fragrant sex and experiencing my Mistress’ climax was a most powerful stimulant.

Deep contentment seeped into my every pore as I contemplated my good fortune of being slave to the most exciting and stimulating Mistress; waiting 24 years for achieving the goal of being owned sexually by Lucia was well worth it. In the short while we have been together, we have both managed to compress many years of excitement and mutual love into this period which now bonds us in the most powerful way. As my mind was floating, I hardly felt the gentle hands undoing the straps, freeing me from the bondage table. As I heaved myself labouriously off the table, I saw my Mistress again on her throne beckoning me to her booted feet. I licked the high boot heels in turn, let my tongue travel around the silver spurs and the little silver bell and moving up the gleaming leather to her gorgeous black silk covered knees, kissing each in admiration. Again her gloved hands cradled my masked head and moved it into her lap, resting on her exciting plump thighs. Looking into her exotically and heavily painted face revealed an almost gentle look as she gazed at me in love. My heart almost overflowed in my admiration of her attributes as the most desirable Goddess. A brief look around the torture chamber had shown me that she had uncovered the torture frame which is built in the style of a gynecological chair and I wondered what she had in mind. I soon found out!

As my Mistress rose to her feet, she gave me a plastic disposable surgical glove and ordered me to remove the dildo, which I had strapped into me for many hours.-  THEN  -  things began to escalate and wheelie into something which I had never thought off, - well  - perhaps not thought of, but secretly dreamt of. I gazed in amazement as my Goddess put on a pair of black latex surgical gloves herself, unstrapped the forked front and rear straps holding her dildo in her anus, turn around and right in front of my eyes slowly pulled the black dildo out of her anus, which, after undoing a little tape, turned out to be an inflatable gag; I could see, that the gag was coated with her “caviar”. In my consternation and wildly galloping excitement I automatically opened my mouth and she inserted the shit covered gag deep into it. Over it she attached a multi-strapped moulded rubber cover with little holes to let the inflation- and piss connections through and fastened the lot around my head.

When inflating the gag bulb with a little hand pump it filled my whole mouth, coating the inside with her shit, a deep groan of submission and adoration escaping from deep inside me, my excitement rocketing to unheard  heights. She pulled me out of my consternation and made me lay on the  inclined gyno-like torture frame, my spread open and bent-up strapped down legs exposing my bare behind, my arms buckled across my back to a support strut below my body and finally secured straps across my corseted waist, below my chest and finally around the neck, immobilizing me completely. From above, attached to a chain suspended from the ceiling, dangled a large glass piss dispenser, waiting to be filled. The height of the frame was such as to be level with the hips of my Mistress, my bare behind fully exposed and accessible. As I said before, one of the most stirring acts is when my Mistress pisses into the dispensers; you see the full stream of her hot golden wine rush from her font and the liquid level in the glass rising and this it what she did, the piss in its container hanging straight above my face.

I watched in trepidation as my Mistress inserted the large and curved end of a double ended dildo into her spread open vagina and strap it loosely around her waist, to keep it in, but it would be able to move; the other end of the dildo, long and slimmer dipping in front of her. Just seeing her thus drove my excitement high again and my tightly tied penis swell again hugely within its spike prison, my anus, still loose from the long time the dildo had been inside me, already in a spasm. The strong taste of her shit in my mouth was new to me but the fact that it was her shit made it doubly thrilling. Totally immobile and unable to move I watched in awe as my Mistress, sure in her movements on the incredibly high heels of her boots, swayed to the whip rack and selected the red handled long Malacca cane, looping it from her right gloved wrist. Until then, in this session, I had experienced only the Cat of Nine Tails which hardly left a mark on my buttocks although leaving it reddened and now I knew that the cane would leave angry raised welts and inflict searing pain.

I saw my Goddess step between my raised and spread open strapped down legs with her drooping dildo touching my buttocks. The view of her exotic body, severely corseted, gloved to the shoulders and her exciting large breasts with their red painted nipples heavily swaying with every move she made send me high without fail. Her imperious head with its auburn crown of hair and the extremely heavily black made up face with the hugely over painted sneering shiny black mouth fills me with awe whenever I look into it. This was what I saw standing between my legs, calmly looking at me, when her gloved hands descended on my nipples and her sharp talons again locked on them beginning a steady to and fro along the full area of my nipples, rolling them between the nail edges, gripping the sensitive ends with the sharp centers. Deep grunts came through the large inflated shit coated gag in my mouth as my excitement started to climb through the ceiling again. My tortured penis again began to jump on my belly and this is when Lucia stepped out from my spread legs. She briefly stopped by the piss dispenser and cracked the valve allowing a trickle of her piss down the clear feeding tube to the inflated shit covered gag and deep into the back of my mouth. There the piss began to mingle with the remnants of the Mistress’ shit, picked up from the coated gag and gums and in controlled swallows entered her adoring slave. She then stepped to the side of the protruding and exposed buttocks, flexed the cane in her gloved hands, lifted her arm high and laid the first stroke of the cane across my behind. The first is always the worst, since it produces solely fierce pain and it requires some time until the adrenalin starts flowing and trigger the endorphins, so this first stroke was like a searing flame, a shriek emitting from deep inside me, the shit/piss mixture burbling in the back of my throat. From then on, with the instant conversion of pain to pleasure, I started to climb “Mount Worship” and a deep glow radiated from my mind as my adored Mistress in measured strokes caned my buttocks ten times. Through a haze of almost delirium I felt the tip of her strap-on dildo enter my still loose anus and steadily penetrate as deep as it would go, her stop, the rounded corseted belly, touching my burning backside. As she proceeded to fuck me deeply in long strokes her sharp fingernails again clamped to my nipples ravishing them cruelly and without mercy with every slow clamping, grinding and rolling inflicted the most exciting pain, thus pleasure. When pausing briefly, the sharp red claws of one hand would scour the huge swollen cock head of my penis making me scream behind the gurgling shit covered gag. Now and then I managed to focus on the exotically painted face above me and was thrilled to see it transform into a mask of passion, her breath hissing through her huge black mouth and a flush spreading over the exposed unpainted skin. She obviously became extremely aroused by the steadily moving dildo inside of HER in rhythm with the one on the other side reaming my asshole. I was floating by then in an ocean of heavenly pleasure drifting in the currents of her tortures. I hardly noticed her withdrawing from my twitching anus and then the steady rhythm of the cane cutting into me started again, each stroke a hot flame instantly converting into delirious excitement. My mind by then was operating in overdrive screaming for more and more pain, when, I don’t know after how many strokes, I felt her enter my anus and again the steady movement of her dildo inside my arse began and her own climb to the heights of pleasure resumed. In-between, her sharp red nails raked the enormously swollen cockhead, shooting flashes of agony to my almost overloading brain. Her sharp talons continued to play havoc with my nipples and the cruel pain from there combined with the hot weals from my screaming behind.  For me the sensations became almost impossible to handle; everything just emptied like mad into the cauldron which was bubbling deep inside the pit of my stomach, - the sharp spikes and studs digging deep into my hugely erected penis, the tightly encased testicles and the testicle sac, then the steady flow of her golden piss into the back of my throat mixing with her shit, the steady rhythm of the dildo reaming my backside and finally the unceasing tortures of my nipples and the tip of my penis from her sharp and cruel nails. The tempo of the dildo inside my anus increased, I felt a stream of her passion “Juice” wetting my behind, as the huge knot in my stomach began to unravel itself. I desperately hung on and on until a shrill “Yes, Yes, Yessss” from the open black painted mouth signaled that I could also let go and I came and came and came, my come streaming right and left down the corset on which my twitching and still pumping penis lay. My Goddess was stretched exhausted over my front, her hands scrabbling all over my masked and gagged head, the dildo still inside me. This moment, of my Goddess resting on my helpless body, made me feel so contented that right then I wished I could have frozen the moment for ever.