Suddenly the knifeplay stopped, and You started torturing me with electrics. And i suddenly realised how much of handling electrics is the ability to know when to brace oneself. i now know that when exposed to it while blindfolded, and not knowing when or where the next shock will occur, it is a totally different experience. You applied a cattle prod to my penis, and i squirmed and flinched with each shock. Then You took it to another level; it is very hard to describe but it became a really intense session of successive sharp shocks to my balls, my penis, my feet, my neck and (by far the most painful) my nipples, which had been continually tender and erect since the previous evening’s session. My penis kept on shooting up and i remember You telling me that if it happened again You would increase the level. It did, and You did. Then You brought out a device which had two sensors. You applied two to my skin, and told me that only one of them would deliver a shock,. i remember having one applied to my balls at that stage and really, really hoping that it would not be that one which went off. This device at least gave a warning sound as to when the shock would come, but when the shock was delivered to my balls it was still unbelievable. The accumulation of it all was getting so intense, i could not see or speak and You were just upping the ante over and over. i was now screaming through the gag. You knew my right nipple was in a dreadful state, but You still went ahead and applied a sensor to it. i just knew that if that sensor went off i would not be able to take any more. It did, and i found myself, for the first time since my first ever submission session in 1997, using – and not just using, shouting through a gag – my safeword.
i was not sure at first how to react. At first i felt desperately disappointed to have given in. But within minutes and in a few well-chosen words You showed me that that thinking was totally wrong, and i realised that what had happened was for the best. You could break me and it was just vain for me to try and pride myself in thinking otherwise. The point was to take me to my limits, and indeed i suddenly wanted to go back to the Cross and go through it again for You. To calm me down You made me lie down at Your feet to lick Your boots again for a while, and while engaged, with my mind clearing, it just suddenly struck me how amazing it was that of the various dommes i had come across in my time You were the most warm, generous and thoughtful, but still the only one who had taken me to a breaking point.
You then reached for the ropes again, tied me up so that i could not move, pushed me on to my side, placed a hood over my head and left me alone in the dungeon with white noise in my ear.
To be honest, paradoxically this was the one part of the session which probably had the opposite effect to that which was intended. i had been stretched so far that, despite the discomfort of being left helplessly tied up and hooded on the floor in five inch heels, it in fact felt like a respite. But when You did re-emerge into the dungeon there was an incredible moment. i had fantasised about, but not discussed with You, a scenario whereby You would re-enter the dungeon with a cup of Your nectar and make me drink it. And so it seemed like an amazing moment of intuition when You reappeared, took off my hood and immediately released a syringe of Your fresh nectar into my mouth to drink. The pleasure of being made to take this was immeasurable and something i will always remember.
But You had told me at the beginning of the session where it would end. It was time to be made to go to the adjoining room in the dungeon, and to be strapped in place over the whipping bench. You placed a penis gag in my mouth to stop me screaming, and by now i knew i would need it. i remember You making me kiss Your strap-on and suck it. Then it was time for You to remove the device which You had previously placed up my anus to widen it, and to start fucking me with Your strap-on. A couple of weeks later i can remember exactly what it felt like, the pressure on the anal gland sending exquisitely confused messages all round the brain – do my bowels want to implode or explode, have i just emptied my bladder, have i just come, am i having an orgasm? i remember biting really hard on the rubber penis gag and the saliva continually running along it and forming a pool on Your dungeon floor. Knowing that You were behind me and thrusting Your strap-on into me to cause all this feeling was sublime, an honour, a culmination of everything i wanted.
But then there was the matter of Your converted saw/fucking machine to finish me off, with You at the controls. The physical feeling of being made to take so much more up the anus than i ever had before, and being able and happy to scream aloud with the painful thrill of it, and knowing that i was sandara, the slut being teken up the arse, and You were in control and infliciting everything on me, was tremendous. Again, You had taken me to where, deep down, i really wanted to go.
As i lay strapped on to the bench exhausted You delivered a fabulous gift to me, again showing what an imaginative and playful Mistress You are. You inserted a tampon up my backside, telling me i had had my period and that i could remove it a a certain stage on the journey home. Finally, i was led into the other room of Your dungeon, where You sat cross-legged and offered me Your hand to kiss in admiration, which i willingly accepted, and i just had to kiss Your shoes in gratitude for what i had been through in two back-to-back sessions.
i left Your dungeon in my everyday clothes but still wearing Your used stockings and with the tampon up my anus. You had given me the hardest session i had ever had, where i had been moved to scream out my safeword in genuine desperation, and it ended with a friendly kiss on the cheek and a hug.
You really are the perfect Mistress.
Your adoring slave