What a night! Mindblowing, yes, very much so for me. A great atmosphere and friendly company of likeminded people. The unforgettable highlight of the night for me was the mindblowing play session i had with two sensational ladies, Mistress Adira and Mistress Foxxe, i’ve only really come down from the session this morning. The 24 plus hours afterwards, i was on such a high resulting from an extremely satisfying, and also terrific in the true sense of the word, experience.
Hanging by my hands from a crossbar suspended from the ceiling,
So deeply clawed and scratched by Mistress Foxxe’s talon like nails.
My mind alert, my senses heightened by the longing for that feeling,
Fear, anticipation, lust, heart racing, sweat dripping, excitement prevails.
i cry out in pain as the scratching gets deeper, senses are reeling,
Heavy music in time with my heartbeat, adrenalin like wind in my sails,
Pushing me ever onward towards whatever’s in store,
For i’m totally helpless and longing for more.
Mistress Adira walks purposefully over, addressing me with a wicked smile,
i’m flooded with mixed emotions, a condemned man with no trial,
Sweet anticipation of what may be in store,
Adrenalin flooding my consciousness like waves on the shore.
A reassuring soft hand and a friendly smile relaxes me deeply,
For i know i must trust my fate, to these vixens hellbent on my pain,
Sharp fingernails almost pierce my nipples, to a level insane,
How the hell did i get myself into this one, i think to myself,
And smile with desire as Mistress Foxxe takes a crop from the shelf.
Sharp unbearable pain thru my nipples i love with a passion,
Suspenders, corsets, stockings n heels, sadistically in fashion.
Mistresses dressed to kill, i know i’m in for a lashin’
Goddesses of pain, and their beauty don’t hide it,
The crop hits my left buttock, stings repeatedly, and excites me,
Then crosses to my right, brings that one up to speed too.
What’s happening now has become quite a blur,
As endorphins rush in and my blood starts to stir.
Totally trusting a lady ive played with and know reasonably well,
And another i’ve just met, with a wicked smile straight from hell.
Now the cropping and flogging and caning as well,
Builds to a crescendo, the pain’s well past the point of pleasure,
And its fire and brimstone i smell, the mind painting pictures,
Twisted visions, perverted portraits, and me at their mercy.
What will become of me, will this ever end,
My minds gone full circle, am i right round the bend.
Not the nipples again !!! my mind starts to scream !!!
And i let out a cry of blood curdled pain,
As my senses are flooded, way beyond fear, sanity’s gone down the drain,
And my nipples are tortured again and again,
And just when i think it can’t possibly continue at this level,
A seductive hot voice whispers gently in my ear,
“Are your balls very sensitive?” as they’re gently kneaded.
“Which ball would you like to keep” kneaded slightly harder separately,
Quick as a flash my quick wit’s reply, “why the left one of course”
By now the brain blood that controls reasoning is in my hard cock,
And my ballsacks hoisted upwards, and stretched like a sock,
“MY GOD! HOWD I GET HERE ?” my sanity screams,
Balls hoisted upwards, till i’m on tippy toe or thats how it seems,
Then another brazen nipple attack, just when i need it,
Diverts attention away for that’s gone and freed it,
Another fresh load of endorphins floods my body,
And I’m feeling quite good, (well considering the situation anyway)
How long this went on for i have no idea,
This feeling’s so good it really has no peer.
The session winds down now and i’m brought back to earth,
And as reality gently seeps in but i’m still ten feet tall.
As i reach down to check if i still got my right ball,
Now two days later the high had subsided,
Replaced with desire for more…
Now straight people i know would think me quite insane,
As they scull down their liquor and piss it all down the drain,
And swallow handfuls of pills to fix their daily ill,
Now me, i choose flogging, so think what you will.
chris a.k.a motorbiker-x
to my lovely purveyors of pain
written with desire