At a recent party, Miss D and i were playing. i was strapped against a “Y” frame and caning had started. Suddenly i felt my nipples being explored, then teased, and then subject to intermittent bouts of serious pain, torture and more teasing.
Despite the pain, i found that i was diving straight into sub-space. A frightened but willing recipient of any attention that was given. My body betrayed me as, whenever the torment lessened, it hungrily thrust forward to offer my nipples for more.
The pain was exquisitely terrible, delivered in seemingly random waves, yet i had the sense of being played like a fish or a musical instrument. Higher and higher in intensity, as i dived deeper and deeper into sub-space. my screams echoed across the room, despite the huge ball gag.
Suddenly, i felt the touch of a cheek on my gag-spread lips, and a softly voiced “hello…”.
But it was not my Miss D!!! It was Mistress Adira, who had decided to join the fun.
OMG i thought. i am doomed!!! And i was…
The torture continued for what seemed like for ever. Before she stopped i was receiving far more that i had ever thought i could handle in such an environment.
Her expertise and skill made me feel that she could read my inner thoughts, in an instant, and use them against me….
And then… She asked to borrow Miss D’s cane.
i thought that i had taken a reasonable caning from Miss D and Miss L. Thorough and hard.
She started with strokes at the same level as Miss D does when in “torture mode”. Full on. And that was just the beginning!!! More of the same to come!!!
Mistress Adira told to me to pick a number between 1 and 29. Naturally, and stupidly, i chose “1”. Big mistake…
“That will be 1 set of 29 then to start, won’t it?”, She said. Miss D laughed at the fear in my face.
Each stroke was like a hot thick knife slicing its way into my ass, staying until its heat had spread deep inside me, then repeating.
Despite the pain, i was desperate not to embarrass my Mistress and so tried to thrust my ass immediately back to receive another, as soon as each stroke landed. i was in total fear.
She toyed with me. i had no idea when the next strike would land, or where.
Despite this, i again found myself deep in sub-space, longing for Her next attention.
What skill. She controlled everything: She hit how and when She wanted, and yet i felt that She knew exactly what i was physically capable of taking, and then She took me there.
All thee Mistresses shared in my strokes, laughing and comparing notes on their placing and my many futile screams that they generated.
Just for fun, She decided to round the number out to an even 30. That stroke is still in my thoughts.
The party was over a week ago, and yet the cane marks are fully and deeply visible. Each one. i expect that they will be there for more than another week.
This experience was one of my most enjoyable sessions – unexpected, seriously painful, and wonderfully intimate.
i wish to thank Mistress Adira for Her kind consideration to give such a wonderful and terrible addition to our evening.
As well as Her considerable beauty, i believe that Her skill and experience would satisfy anyone from the freshest newbie to the most jaded and hardened masochist.
Yours, in submission,
mark (authorised by Miss D)