Following the Mistresses return from holiday I was keen to continue our sessions which, to date, had been so memorable. Looking back now I suspect bravado may have gotten the better of me.
Several e mails were exchanged, the Mistress as ever teasing, tormenting, almost daring. Being fiercely competitive how could I refuse such advances?
After my last meeting Mistress offered the following few words, I’m sure designed to fully capture my mind and tease me to the point of no refusal.
“The love of rubber has certainly been awakened in Me once again and I intend to wear one of My rubber dresses during our next session. A true treat – for you! “
Did she need to do that? Why oh why did she have to paint that picture in my mind?
I suspect not.
The first challenge the Mistress had for this slave was to memorise with the intention of recounting word perfect the following Spike Milligan ditty
On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
And the Monkeys all say Boo!
There’s a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang!
And you just can’t catch ‘em when they do!
As the chosen day for my attendance grew near, the following instructions were given
Mistress wishes for you to neglect the hairs on your penis – as usual – so that she can have them beautifully removed by delicate fingers……. Shall we say an 11am start? I don’t wish you to be stressed with travelling down the motorway – just nice and calmly relaxed without a single thought as to what will await you on arrival……bet your pulse rate has gone up………. make sure you bring your divine rubber mask and mittens, how I enjoyed those last time…… and wish to use them in your sensory deprivation…….. dark, silent, scary, overly sensitive to the slightest touch……. pulse OK?????
Just as well I’m not feint hearted. The very thought of not attending was so far from my mind as to be a distant memory.
But deep inside now I was thinking to myself how on earth can the Mistress possibly outdo the treatment experienced in sessions to date. Surely there has to be a limit? Surely the intricate tease and torment must repeat itself? Surely the adrenaline from the experience of the unknown and unexpected will reach a saturation point?
Let me tell you now in all honesty. If you or anyone else even thinks that, you are only fooling yourself.
Mistress Beth I am sure has a wealth of so many years, such a catalogue of experiences every visit will be as good if not better than the first. I for one am the first to admit I truly believe I have met my match.
I believe I can take whatever the Mistress delivers. I just never expected the intensity of fear and excitement to continue for so long. The last meeting with the Mistress has taught me that all too well.
The tension was building the nerves, butterflies, stomach grumbling tension, expectancy was awesome. Hands were shaking during the final exchange of e mails finalising the meeting. Excitement enough? Sadly no. Would weaker slaves turn tail? Most probably
The journey went well I arrived at the intended time and was given the brief message
No turning back now.
Once inside Mistress greeted me
Even more desirable than ever before.
With my head bowed the first thing I noticed was her black nylon clad legs, but those shoes…….. shaking uncontrollably….my god those shoes
Delectable red very shiny killer heels and platforms, 3 small straps fastened holding them tight
Mistress spoke, my mind a blur I raised my gaze to view her
A black short latex dress and tightly fastened over her waist a red corset
Her breasts held tightly yet threatening to burst out of their confinement at any minute
I had arrived safely before this Goddess, my Mistress
Descending to her chambers I was quick to present her with a task I had been set previously.
I hope it meets with her approval?
I was immediately commanded to strip and to kneel before her.
With very little preamble I was quickly wearing my bondage hood, now devoid of all sight and in complete darkness. I felt her pull my head into her lap, she undid the zipper, the brief relief was just that brief. She inserted earplugs and now all sound too was denied hearing only the very loudest of sounds like a whisper. The only sound that of my own heartbeat and the sound of my breath being drawn through the mask. Then that strange odour, the feeling of floating and the unmistakable hit
from whatever the Mistress had decided to use? Pear drops?
Without further ado I was guided by Mistress and seated in a chair
Can you imagine the fear the uncertainty?
No idea which way you are facing, no idea of your exact surroundings? Your dependence upon the Mistress for guidance is total and complete
Once seated the tension builds as I quickly found my forearms bound to the arms of the chair.
Ahh well at least I would be comfortable…..for now anyway
Next even my hands were restrained as I found may hands strapped down too
I could only move my fingers
Then something was drawn around my chest securing me to the back of the chair
Mistress was being thorough, elf and safety always at the fore front of her mind
She obviously did not wish any ill to befall her slave unless of course it was inflicted by her own fair hand
Next my legs were secured now being held as wide apart as possible
Mistress now had full access to my, her, poor cock, encased as it was in a CB600 for the last 5 days
What happened for the next few hours was almost a blur as tease and torment continued
The Mistress devilishly employing who knows what exactly.
Floggers, crops, her own gloved hands, pinwheel
The whole gamut of sensations interspersed with the highs and lows of breathplay and deprivation
Her attention to detail was as ever intense as I found her paying particular attention to my slightly hairy chest.. Ahhh my poor nipples they too received much attention
I remember clearly at one point in an attempt to focus and remain in control trying to recount that verse
On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
Was as far as I got
I remember shaking uncontrollably as the tension and fear grew
and yes there is a fear, a real fear, I was dependant upon the Mistress for my release yet more
I was dependant upon her now for everything once more
The highs and lows continued
her attention now drawn to my cock and balls
She delighted in depilation, removing each hair one by one
I remember clearly trying solely and completely to control my breathing
there was after all little else that I alone could do
then my cock was released, ohhh such a relief after so long. Sadly shock and horror as I felt something very heavy replacing it. I seems she had found a steel cage I had acquired after her showing me one some weeks earlier.
At some point during the proceedings the final vestige of freedom was removed as my hands were once again forced into bondage mittens that were quickly strapped around my wrists
Anyone who thinks its a game and that escape is possible really needs a reality check at this point
hooded, masked, sightless and deaf and now denied the use of my fingers even
How do I get free? let alone where do I go?
You are there for the duration be it one hour or two
You are there for the Mistresses pleasure and fun
Your freedom will…may be permitted when Mistress is satisfied and not before
My body was shaking almost uncontrollably by this time as I experienced high after high, only the briefest of moments when I was relaxed
The tension was intense in the extreme
I recall tears running down my face on occasion
I also recall “giving up” I very clearly remember the helplessness of my situation. There simply was no more fight in me. It will happen if Mistress decides it will happen. Nothing I could do would change that. I remember relaxing so completely trying simply to wish the time to pass and the Mistress to have her fun.
Submission complete I believe
It seems you won Mistress
After what seemed an age I felt the Mistress releasing my restraints. I was being freed from the chair. Thank god this awesome session must be over. I had survived….. just
She had me stand, still hooded and sightless, unable to hear my hands still safe and secure in the bondage mittens
She directed me away from the chair and forced me to sit I could feel the heat of the fire behind me. A warmth that was short lived. I felt my legs being guided to where the Mistress intended next I felt cold, slippery, strange. I was being guided into some sort of sleeping bag affair or so I thought. I tried to obey Mistresses obvious commands and wriggled in till I felt the edge at my neck.
Then her hand on my head pushing me even deeper inside the cool slippery bag
It was going over my head, slight panic now
my hands are useless I cant see or hear my breathing comes from a small port on the mask shaking, scared, nervous I did my best.
I needn’t have worried
Good old elf and safety I felt something being pulled about my face I could breath
nooo another hit of pear drops another high
Head reeling, senses once more in overload I heard even through the high the unmistakable sound of a zip being drawn.
I wriggled and found I was in some cool feeling smooth sleeping bag, definitely not 14 Tog but one of those square type sleeping bags. I could move but not much. It seemed to be quite restrictive already.
The the sound of a hoover??
Mistress is doing housework already hoovering in her chambers?
The air grew colder and the confinement grew tighter
I’ve heard of them, seen pictures of them, read tales
is it ?
a vac bed?
Words simply cannot describe the feeling
shaking now constantly
even if not hooded, sightless deaf and denied the use of my mk hands I was now gripped so tightly all over I was stuck
My left arm couldn’t move at all
my legs were spread and couldn’t move
I was in an all over constant embrace
like an all over body corset might feel if such a thing existed
This is the biggest high and feeling of helplessness I have ever experienced
I felt my cock and balls being tormented by the mistress, there must be some access to permit this to happen. I writhed and wriggled to no avail. I held out for as long as I could but in my weakened state eventually I succumbed to My Mistress. She had it seems finally conquered my cock, her cock.
The torment continued Mistress determined to have her fun
Finally the hoover was switched off the zipper released. I felt her hands reach to the rear of my hood, the zipper released those earplugs removed finally the hood removed, I could see. The shakes continued for sometime
I was almost quite speechless to describe my feelings at the time
A real overload, a truly awesome experience and once again Mistress one for which I am deeply indebted to you for taking the time to think up all that you do
You are by far one of the most exciting women to be around
You are a most adept ingenious and deviously tormenting person
I for one feel most honoured even proud to be permitted occasionally to enter into your world
Your deeply subservient and humbled eager to please slave