Suzanne SxySadist’s Personal Blog

Two of my favorite indulgent pleasures are massage and soaking in jacuzzi tubs.  In fact, I have noticed that some of my favorite places I have ever stayed stick out in my mind based on what sort of bath tub or shower set up they had in the guest rooms and whether or not they had a masseuse on staff.  :)  And since this little blog is as much an on-line diary as anything else I have decided to write a bit about a two night stay in a truly stunning hot tub room .. complete with a spa package that I was treated to by one of my favorite playmates! 

I started the spa package with a 75 minute hot stone massage (my first) followed by a 50 minute swedish massage before retiring to my gorgeous room to slip into a deep full length jacuzzi tub for over an hour.  The combination was just out of this world!  

It was so good in fact that this evening I decided to treat myself to a special night of self pampering again.  So I filled that beautiful tub, added some Tahitian Orchid bubble bath, lit over a dozen tea lights, then I made myself a perfect cup of Harney’s Earl Grey tea, put Moodswings on the Ipod (”Horizontal” will probably go down as one of my all time favorite CDs) and I slipped into that fabulous tub to soak for awhile. 

I dearly love hot bubbly baths. Especially in tubs that are deep and long enough for me to float  a bit.  I find that deliciously relaxing.  And then I turned on the jets. <grin> Mmmm jacuzzi baths are fabulous inventions! <grin> Those sweet pulsing hot jets on sore, tight muscles and stiff necks and well other sensitive places like pulsing hot water too.  In fact, once I felt relaxed and yummy, I began to crave some less relaxing stimulation.  

So I popped out of the tub long enough to fetch my favorite curved glass toy. I laid back in the tub, slipped it inside and began to work my g-spot.  I got so turned on I actually had to get out of the tub again so that I didn’t drown or splash too much water around the place and then once I spread out on the warm sheets I added some vibration on my clit and really got excited!  ;)  I spent the next couple of hours in blissful self indulgence feeling perfectly spoiled and pampered until I finally slipped off to sleep around 2am! Talk about Sweet dreams!

I had to stop by and tell you about a experience that I had earlier this week with a delightful young lady from Vassar college who had bid on and won a couple of certificates that I donated to raise money for Squirm magazine (the campus porn mag).  This lovely gal is fairly new to the lifestyle but has spent more time as a top than as a bottom and wanted to see what it would be like to submit to a powerful woman.  <grin>  I am such a lucky girl sometimes!! 

In particular she wanted to explore bondage and she warned me that she might be rather feisty once the rope touched her skin.  (I LOVE fiesty by the way) <BIG GRIN> But since I planned to suspend her and make her squirm for me I decided that I wanted to establish right up front that I could make this unpleasant for her if I wanted to so I grabbed a thin piece of cord and threw her into a classic hojo - jutsu tie that tied her wrists pretty firmly and incorporated her throat so that if she struggled too much she would strangle herself slowly.

I let her squirm a little in that and then took that out and did a “quick and dirty” chest tie, added a hip harness and hoisted her into the air on her back.  Once I added the support ropes for her legs and i knew that she was firmly in the air I decided to pull out a cordless vibe and give her something to REALLY squirm about. (Did I mention that I really LOVE my work?)

Later on I put her face down into a modified hog tie with one ankle up which was reminiscent for me of a tie my dear friend Mac had put me in. She squirmed some more and then a fair bit more, especially when I brought out the canes and even later on the floggers (which she later told me she enjoyed the best).

I am hoping she and I will get together again in the near future and in the mean time she said I could share a couple of the photos I took that afternoon here. 

In other news.. the frenzied pace is picking up as we head closer and closer to the holidays.  I will fill you in on more soon but the next few days are going to be pretty hectic. 

Friday I have to drive to Long Island with my Leather Family to meet up with Brett so that we can all go to see Trans Siberian Orchestra!  Wooohooo!  We went last year and they put on a truly spectacular show!  Then at the end of the night I am heading home with the family to crash (probably somewhere around 10 hours of driving all told).  And then to round off the weekend I am having around a dozen people over Saturday night for a house party!  Then early next week my neice is coming to visit for the holidays and will be satying with me for about 2 weeks. Whew .. busy busy busy!

I will stop back and let you know how it all goes! Have a great weekend!  

He lay sleeping beside me as I watch his chest rise and fall listening to the soft sound of his breath.  But I am not tired, nope, not tired at all. I did not feel him stir a bit as I slipped out of bed and grabbed a length of silk rope from my night stand, but when I turned toward him again, his wrists were silently outstretched in offering. Wrap wrap wrap… over.. under.. tie, the rope practically coils itself, then I run it over his head to the wrought iron headboard hitching securely… done.

Not a word is spoken but his eyes sparkle up at me lovingly as I crawl up in top of him, nestling my moist cunt lips over his stirring cock. I feel him twitch against me. Mmm, he is … intrigued. I wiggle my hips right to left, then front to back letting him feel my wetness, spreading it across his now deliciously hard flesh. Just one more nuance of movement, ah yes, he slips in.  I close my eyes and relish the sensation as he fills me perfectly.

Sweet silvery moonlight drifting gently through lace curtains, playing peek a boo with the shadows on his flesh.  He is so beautiful to me right now.  Submissive to me but far from weak, bound, but never broken. I adore his body, his strength, his service and his devotion.

I can see the beautifully defined muscles of his arms strain just slightly again the rope as I rake my nails fairly hard over his chest. I love him but, right now… I need to hurt him while I use him for my own sexual pleasure and ohh how I shall because..  he is mine, all mine.

I asked my sexy switch boyfriend for a few of his thoughts on what would really turn him on about playing the role of alpha slave in a cuckold scenario and I was a bit surprised at how mean he could be.  I actually thought that he might have a bit more sympathy for that poor “low slave on totem pole” but his cruelly sadistic teases are going a long way toward reminding me why he will always keep a high place in the male slave “pecking order”.  Here are a few choice tidbits well worth sharing:

We could park him bound in the corner, but with one hand free and stern instructions to silently keep his dick hard, but seriously warn him not to cum or suffer dire consequences, while you and I make out on the bed just a few feet away.

I would pleasure you over and over through your sexy thong panties with lots of finger play and maybe the small buzzy toy which should help get those panties nice and soaking wet. Then I could strip them off of you and stuff them in his mouth, mocking him and letting him know that “That’s as close as you’re gonna get to any pussy, wimp”.

Then I would of course lick and kiss and worship your delicious cunt until you order me to fuck you a good long time.  Once you have had several juicy, noisy orgasms, you can have us get into a sixty-nine position so that you can watch us suck each other’s cocks for your amusement while you continue to pleasure yourself.  We are both slaves after all, alpha or not, but naturally it would be with the understanding that the first one to cum gets severely punished. (Hence the reason I want him stroking the whole time before hand!)

If it pleases you Mistress, you could stride around watching us from different angles, maybe stroking or striking some exposed flesh with a cane or crop musing, “I wonder who it’s gonna be…”   If I am fortunate enough to get him to shoot first, I’ll spit his cum out on your belly or your feet and you can have him lick it clean while I ass fuck the hell out of him to completion.  Or if he does S/m, his consequence could be that you will whip him well while (until!) he finishes me off!! Course, after he cums he might not be joyously up for such things… you know how us men are… but then again, that’s what the bondage is for isn’t it?  On the off chance he gets me off first, hmmm. Well, I guess you can announce “Mistress’s prerogative” and say you intend to “reward him” by strap-on ass fucking him while he rims me.

Yes, that sweet formerly submissive man of mine is definitely growing some top “horns” as I encourage his switch-dom.  I am actually beginning to think that I may have created a bit of a monster. <grin> Here is a snippet of an email he sent to me the other day that sort of got me going a bit as well. I added a comment or two of my own in {brackets} this time.

 Thinking about gorgeous you and next weekend and rope sex!   My goal is to get you as horny as I am right now.  {I think it worked!}

Imagine yourself bound and me teasing the hell out of you all evening.  Bent over the end of the massage table, thighs and ankles tied spread open to the table legs, hands above your head and bound to the opposite legs… or your wrists lashed to your bed’s headboard, ankles tied to thighs leaving you spread and available… the bondage swing upstairs… straddling me, arms bound in a shinju and hanging by a scarf about your throat… or all of the above… and all the time, my fingers, my hot, wet tongue, buzzy toys, and even that big red cock extension find their way into your cunt and ass… ever so close to cumming but not permitted too.  Then over my knee for a spanking, tied face down to the bench in the temple and slowly and deliciously caned… thanking me as I feed my cock into your eager mouth, then return to your caning again and again! Eventually I’ll lead you off to bed, arms bound and leashed and let you satisfy yourself completely on my cock. Eventually. 

I’ve also been fantasizing about “mutual masturbation” scenes lately.  In it I am bound kneeling, ankles tied to thighs,  one hand pulled behind my back in a hojojutsu tie and a rope around my neck, bound to a post or tied up in a “half hanging” position.  I am encouraged to jerk-off with my one free hand, with a stern admonition not to cum or suffer the consequences. {This actually sounds a bit familiar & definitely do-able!} 

You teasingly strip in front of me, pressing your cunt, feet and ass to my mouth and lips, and then you settle down into some nice comfy pillows to get yourself off while I watch and keep myself hard and on the edge.  You verbally remind me that you are free to have all the orgasms you want, while I am not.  You frequently use my eager mouth to clean your wetness, your fingers and toys between orgasms, letting me get to the point of total frustration, then allowing me to beg to cum.  

Tying my free hand off and gagging me, you begin a flogging, whipping, and caning session, each time allowing me to go soft and then pausing to permit me to stroke again, or sucking and stroking me yourself until I am hard, and then resuming your wicked play.  Finally, you take advantage of my going soft one more time to lock the spiked cage on my cock, binding just my hands behind me and leading me off to bed by a leash to pleasure you one final time before tying the cage off tightly to my wrists and curling up next to me for a good long night’s sleep!  At some point the next day, you relent and allow me to empty my load – then clean it up with my tongue and recycle it for next time!  Camp perhaps? {Umm no baby,  sooner I think..  see you Thursday!}  ;) 

I have not really posted much about my NiteFlirt guys yet.  I guess part of me was respecting the delightful anonymity of the process and yet, I have grown quite fond of a few of my regular callers in a fairly short period of time and thought that a couple of them might enjoy reading a little bit about themselves on my blog from time to time.  One of my most favorite phone slaves is slave Paulie.  Not only does he check in with me on a very regular basis, (which goes a long way toward developing a good solid relationship) but he is a very polite and respectful slave on one hand and a total slut on the other.  Since he confided in me that he has forced bi fantasies, I LOVE telling him about all of the ways I would enjoy having my Brett use and abuse him for my amusement.

Some of the things we discuss are pure fantasy but there are definitely a few recurring scenarios that have been turning me on more and more the deeper we delve into them.  For example, I have been getting pretty turned on by the idea of acquiring a cuckold slave for my sadistic amusement.  Cuckoldom as I understand it involves a woman that requires that her husband / boyfriend / slave be completely faithful to her while she is free to do as she pleases with others with or without his knowledge.   I actually found the Wikipedia entry fairly fascinating since it elaborated on the past usage of the term as well as  a few more modern examples of this popular fetish.

The truth is Brett and I have already agreed that his orgasms and his sexuality belong entirely to me, although I may do as I wish with others with or without him being present, so technically he is already a voluntary cuckold to me.  However, the commonly accepted reasoning behind this arrangement is that the male in question is not “man” enough to sexually satisfy the woman, so she fucks other men basically out of necessity and mocks the cuckold for his inadequacies.  This is not and never could be the case between me & Brett though because one of the things that I love most about him is his sexual self control.

While it is true that we agreed quite some time ago that he is only permitted to cum in my presence , I certainly do not ask him not to masturbate.  In fact I insist that he “stay in shape” by doing his “exercises” each and every morning, teasing and toying with his (in my opinion) perfect cock, keeping it erect and turned on for at least an hour without cumming.  As a result, he absolutely delights me with how long he can stay deliciously hard and fuck me on and on and on until I am completely and totally satisfied. 

So where does my cuckold fantasy fit in with slave Paul? Well, although the typical cuckold format does not apply and I absolutely have no intention of giving up my right to use my Brett sexually however & whenever I wish, there is a bit of a turn on factor to the idea of forcing another man, to suck Brett’s pretty cock for me. I may in fact want Paulie to “fluff” that lovely piece of meat for me and then force him to watch while totally bound in the corner as Brett makes me scream and cum over and over again until I am thoroughly sated.  Then, perhaps I may have that cuckold boy open his mouth & throat wide, licking, sucking and swallowing that wonderful cock slave of mine spotlessly clean for me while I watch knowing that he is tasting my juices all over that cock.  I love the mental image of having this young handsome man on his knees, hands bound behind his back, mouth wide open as my sexy alpha slave steps up to him with a lovely hard on, grabs a hand full of his hair and forces his sticky cock down his throat.  This of course would get me turned on all over again and I am pretty sure it would work for both of these guys as well. I could go on in explicit detail about the other things I imagine having my Brett do to this other slave for my amusement but I guess I will save that for my next chat with slave Paulie, or Mike from Long Island or maybe even that new toy Glen that talked me up for 2 hrs last night about how much he would love for me to objectify him.  Mmm I love my life!  

In the meantime, although I have not presented Brett with any overtly bi sexual encounters just yet, I am definitely considering some real time possibilities.  Camp is coming, more soon… <grin>

I woke rather reluctantly this morning and stretched a bit in my bed, feeling my body move tenderly against the sheets, and I smiled. My wrists and ankles felt a bit sore, but the rope marks had finally faded. I recalled caressing and admiring them last night as I laid my head down on my pillow and thought about him sitting on the train heading home. My shoulders, legs and back ached as I stretched and rolled over slowly. I certainly had the physical reminders… but I longed for more.

I slipped out of bed and padded down to my living room where the massage table still stood awash in disheveled sheets with smears of massage lotion across its soft leathery surface and I drifted back in time. His exquisite body, so long and lean and deliciously masculine lay before me like a sumptuous buffet and oh how I loved partaking fully in it. Hour after hour I ran my hands lovingly along his flesh, kneading and stroking and gliding… pressing into knots and breathing with him, not wanting to hurt him but desiring to feel his tight muscles surrender to my touch. I wanted him to feel how much I adore him simply through my touch. He made a request here and there and I joyously complied and delved into areas of his body that he had not experienced touch in before. Gently and lovingly I caressed him there and felt him begin to relax a little at a time… and then I began to gently massage him from within while stroking his beautiful cock with my hands and my lips and every loving bit of energy I could call forth from my body. I wanted to please him so well and so thoroughly that time totally seemed to stand still as the hours slipped by.

I straighten the room a little here and there … hating to remove the evidence as it were of our third amazing play encounter… and yet knowing that he will be back eventually and that I will long for him in my body until I see him again. I head for the Temple and found that there were still piles of rope left here and there about the room, silently reminding me and calling out flashes and visions of torment and ecstasy. The ball gag mocked me from the bench, that damn thing and I were going to have to somehow learn to co exist a bit better in the future, but Lord it was so hard to breathe and yet.. I loved and hated it so much at the same time… even as I at last grunted “in threes” signaling I couldn’t take anymore.

Three has always been his safe signal… the word three, three grunts or screams or kicks on the floor… three any things and he would back off the pressure. Three times the charm … and this was our third play date, so three was definitely my lucky number today, but I so hated to use it as an out. I picked up a length of rope from one of the piles and began to run it through my fingers… recalling the feel of his hand on my arm. So firm, and confident and ohh my God how I melt at his touch. And then the roping began… coil after coil surrounding my flesh tighter and tighter as he worked … my wrists… my shoulders… snugged beyond securely… into the realm of almost cruelly restricting.

He cinched those unyielding bands of rope so expertly on my flesh and I struggled for a time… calling forth playful Kali energy… snarling and growling a bit and tossing my hair as I resisted just enough to build some more energy and then within what seemed like moments I was fully suspended from the ground and contorted and screaming and begging for mercy.. I couldn’t feel my arms… well that’s not exactly right. They were screaming from a mix of numbness and painful pressure and my legs were tied and twisted in opposite directions and my breasts were squeezed between bands of rope top & bottom and my damn weight was pulling them tighter and oooohhh I am so sorry Sir… but PLEASE let me down … three… three THREE! Ohh God I didn’t want to disappoint him and I so wanted to stay up longer but it was excruciatingly painful and he let me catch my breath … only for a moment while still in a partial suspension … with one leg slightly higher than hip leg and the other precariously balanced on one stiletto heeled foot.

I could go on and on and well, actually I did in for almost 7 pages in my private journal that I share with select friends but suffice it to say … I had a marvelous time and cannot wait to see my beloved rope sadist again. He challenges me in ways no other man in my life does at the moment and I adore every moment of it… more soon.  Suze

I enter the candle lit dungeon and see him standing in the shadows, waiting for me. He has promised to make this day, our third anniversary as lovers, partners and soul mates very special for both of us. Moving closer, I kneel at his feet, then gaze up into his eyes and silently tell him all that is in my heart. He can see my adoration and devotion. He can see right into my very soul. He reaches for my hand and pulls me to my feet, then embraces me. He caresses my cheek delicately, then kisses me with intense passion and smiles. “I love you” he says, “and tonight I want you to suffer for me more than you ever have before.” My heart skips a beat and I feel a warm, fluttery tingle rush through my body that turns my insides to liquid. I know in my heart that I want nothing in the world as much as I want to please him tonight and for the rest of my days.

He slips cuffs onto my wrists and binds my arms overhead to chains. Running his hands lightly all over my naked flesh, he warms my skin with his touch, and yet I shiver slightly in anticipation of what is to come. I know and love that he is a sadist, and that torturing me excites him. Yet he is also the most loving man I have ever known, and his gift of pain is one that I cherish whole-heartedly. He strokes my hair gently away from my face, then slips on the hood. The world goes dark and is filled with the scent of leather, as the rest of my senses come alive. I hear soft music and the rustle of flogger tresses, as he selects them from a wall filled with implements of pleasure and pain. I feel a cool breeze on my skin, but my mostly I feel myself slipping into sweet submission. I cannot see him, but I feel his presence as he moves about the room and then is standing right behind me. He moves closer to me, cupping his hands over my breasts and my heart, then lets me feel his body against mine. He is naked now too, and I can tell that his body is deliciously alive and can feel excitement growing within us both. I gasp softly and wriggle against him, letting him know I am ready for anything he wants, anything at all.

He steps back and I hear a soft whoosh through the air… then feel the meaty thump of a thick deerskin flogger on my back. I let my head drop forward and allow the sensation to fill me. Moments later, whoosh whump! Harder this time. I feel my breath leave my chest, I feel a warmth on my back, I feel myself becoming moist, and I feel myself slipping deeper. The flogging continues, gradually building then ebbing, then building again as time passes slowly, like a dream. Heavier floggers massage my body all over, elk, moose, bull, intermingled with deer and even rabbit. My body responds to each stroke, I sway and move with the force of the stronger blows and reach out to take in the lighter caresses. Soon the stingy braided cats begin to turn up the heat to a fevered pitch. My skin is on fire and he cools me with a touch of his hand. I am conscious but floating. He is reading my body and weaving a beautiful tapestry of diverse sensations. He is an artist and I am his canvas, awaiting his magic touch to bring out and create a kind of beauty that only he can.The room goes suddenly silent, the air expectant, I draw a breath and hold it. An incredibly loud snap, like a gunshot fills the air and I feel a puff of air like a breath from a living thing, whisper across my ass. My knees grow weak but my bound wrists keep me upright. The signal whip is fluid and alive in his hand, like an extension of his touch. He reaches right through it and alternates between soft touches, and pinches, kisses and bites. Moving easily around me, my entire body is a target, open and waiting, wanting and needing his sweet and sadistic attentions. He lays a deeper stroke across my ass, I cry out in pain. He brushes my nipples so gently with the fluff of the cracker, then flicks one of them viciously. Suddenly I feel his lips on that sweet tender nipple, a gentle kiss. I purr with delight, then gasp and purr some more.

He steps close to me again and kisses my lips sweetly, then moves the cuff clips much lower down on the chains. I had not even realized how tired my arms were. They feel almost like lead as the circulation begins to return and I shake them slightly to move it along and help the tingling subside. He runs his hands warmly over my skin, feeling the new textures left by his ministrations, feeling heat in some places, coolness in others. He removes the hood, looks deeply into my eyes then kisses me again. He tells me I am beautiful when I am suffering for him and my whole being just lights up with joy. Then he tells me he loves me, but he doesn’t have to say it for me to know that it’s true. I can see it in the way he looks at me even as he torments my body. I can feel it with every cell of my being, and every moment we spend together only serves to make me love him more. He looks deeply into my eyes again and takes a slow deep breath. I draw one too and soon we are lost for a moment, sharing a breath, our eyes and hearts locked in time.I know what is coming next, and I shift my feet a little from side to side then bend just slightly at the waist and continue taking slow deliberate breaths.

He reaches for a cane and I close my eyes. Then I draw a very deep breath, smile and wait. The cane sings through the air and connects with my flesh, sending a white hot flash ripping across my ass. I let out my breath with a loud hiss, and seconds later an incredibly delicious heat spreads like a wave through my entire body. I smile and moan lustfully while wiggling my ass for him, letting him know that was a good one. My breathing slows again and I draw deeply and hold: swish… SNAP! Again, fire blazes and I release the breath with a bit of a scream this time, then await the sweet warmth that always follows closely behind the initial lightning flash. Each time he generously allows me time to process the stroke before, waiting for me to draw that deep breath, signaling that I am ready for another, which he will lovingly deliver. The canes strokes continue steadily, impossible to count. I float away, unaware of time, space, or pain. The world outside this space we share no longer exists. I am aware of nothing at all but my breathing, and the heat building on the surface and inside my body, and that he is with me.He knows me like no one ever has, knows my body, my heart and my soul. He knows I would do my best to do anything he asked of me and endure anything I possibly could for him. He knows that I adore him and I know that he feels the same way. I have never known love as deeply as I do with him. A love that goes far beyond physical aspects of lust and pleasure, a love that transcends pain, but that can use it as a vehicle to reach higher ad higher connections of body, spirit and soul. A love, that can and will endure anything at all.

He delivers 5 or 6 very rapid stingy strokes and I cry out, unable to process them as pleasurable that quickly. My breathing becomes ragged, he delivers several more fast, harder strokes, I struggle to hang on. He presses himself against me from behind and reminds me how much this excites him. I buck against him, wanting him so badly I can nearly taste it, but he just teases me, then steps back and canes me some more.

He wants to push me now. He wants to see how far he can take me, how long will I endure for him past the point of pleasure. He picks up a heavier cane, and delivers an even harder stroke. I try not to scream. I bite down on my lip and swallow the pain. My breathing is loud and faster. Each exhale is accompanied by the sting of a cane, each stroke with more force than the one before. My ass is screaming as I writhe and dance to the rhythm he is creating. The endorphins in my body have been able to keep me aloft for hours but now I am growing weary. I feel I may have reached a plateau, but I don’t want it to end until he is ready to let it. I want so badly to serve and please him. To let him take me as far as he wishes and make him proud of me. I want to make his dreams come true, now and always.He moves his next set of strokes to my inner thighs. I struggle not to cry out in agony but those just feel so brutal. My instincts tell me to pull away but my soul tells me to offer them willingly. I spread my legs a little further and offer him that tender flesh. “Please, please let me hang on just a little more.”

I beg silently for the strength to endure but I feel it slipping away from me. I fight back the inevitable tears but slowly they begin to creep down my cheeks, and he sees them. He stops for a moment and touches my face, gently catching one tear with his finger. “Baby, don’t hold back, you know how much I love your tears” He kisses me again and raises the cane. An indescribable feeling of release washes through my body as the next cane stroke sails through the air then connects with my most delicate of areas, sending me into convulsive sobbing. Not an unhappy sobbing but more like a joyous liberation and catharsis. He continues for several more strokes on my ass, thighs and breasts, helping me to ride out the waves as they crash through my body and then he stops and uncuffs me.We sink to the floor together with him holding me and then he wraps me tightly in his arms as I continue to sob and let my tear filled face lay upon his chest. He takes my face by the chin, brings my lips to his, and kisses me so deeply I feel as if I have melted into him. In many ways, I have.

We have shared sides of ourselves with each other, which most people would never understand and found acceptance and trust. He has pushed me willingly to the furthest reaches on my physical and emotional endurance and trusted that I would not think him a monster for his sadistic desires to see me suffer for his enjoyment. And I completely trusted that no matter how far he decided to push me, he would not harm me or think me weak or subservient in my desire to submit totally to him. We have bared our secret demons for each other and they have brought us closer together than ever before.

We will go down to the bedroom now, not as a Master and a slave, nor a Dom and a sub, but as a man and a woman, equals in every way. We both know that we have shared something truly special, something even many long time “scene” couples never really find. We didn’t just play, we made love in the most intense and intimate way. The heat of my bruised and welted skin, and the fires that the evening fanned inside each of us, will add to the energy that we create and share in together for the rest of the night. We will make love passionately, over and over again, until we fall asleep in each other’s loving arms.Then tomorrow night, perhaps it will be my turn to let my sadistic desires take control as he offers himself up to me to do with as I please. To relish his suffering for my pleasure, to delight in his pain and his tears, and to adore him for loving me the way he does, no mater which of us holds the whip.

I absolutely love to have my feet kissed and massaged and pampered! Fortunately, there are a lot of men that have foot fetishes and I am in a line of work where I get to meet lots of very willing and enthusiastic participants. I recall one afternoon session in particular with a very special foot slave of mine. He had requested a session based entirely on worshipping my feet and I happily agreed. He entered the play room and immediately undressed for me and lay his clothes on the rack, then dropped to his knees on the carpet. I approached him slowly, wearing my favorite little short leather dress, black thigh high nylons and shiny patent mule pumps. He dropped his face to my feet and began to shower light kisses on my toes and shoes. I take a step back from him, then walk over to the swing and sit in it so that my feet are about a foot off the ground. I beckon him to sit before me and when he crawls over I place my feet in front of his face. “Open your mouth for me.” I order him and he complies quickly, opening his mouth wide. I slip the front of my foot and shoe into his mouth as deeply as I can and watch as an ecstatic expression fills his face. I wiggle my toes slightly, tickling the roof of his mouth and working my foot deeper inside.

There is now a very visible sign of his enjoyment. I take my other foot and drop it to his crotch, running the tip of the heel along his delicate flesh. He moans deeply and opens his mouth a little bit wider. I pull my foot out of his mouth and order him to suck the heel of my shoe as if it were a cock. He wraps his lips around the spiked heel of my shoe and begins to move his lips back and forth over it. “Lick it for me like a good slut baby.” His slides his tongue seductively along the length of the heel and flicks it across the tip. I feel his cock stir beneath my other shoe and I respond by grinding my heel a little harder into his flesh. I let him go on that way for several minutes until finally I pull the shoe from between his lips and let it slip off my foot onto the floor. I continue to keep my other foot on his cock, pushing down slightly from time to time and listening for his soft moans.

I place the bottom of my foot fully over his face and begin to rub it all over his lips and cheeks and nose. I he specifically requested that my feet be naturally fragranced from a long day in my shoes and I had no problem complying with this request. I see him breathing deeply and inhaling the pungent aroma, savoring it and relishing the warm contact of my foot on his face. I run my toes along his lips and wiggle them till his lips open and then slide the whole front of my foot into his eager mouth. His mouth is warm and inviting as he sets to his task of worshipping my foot, he lifts his hands to cradle my ankle and take more of my foot between his lips. I lean back in the swing and pull my other foot off his groin and let the shoe slip to the floor.

“That feels good sweetie, go on and massage my feet for me now like a good little foot slave.” He lets my foot rest in his lap as he begins systematically massaging it, rubbing first each toe gently in small circles, twisting them gently and tugging on them. Then he continues a little more firmly as he crosses the top of my arch and presses deeply into the sole of my foot. He continues massaging every square inch rhythmically as his talented hands work from one end of it to the other, back and forth, top to bottom and back again. By this time I am moaning softly as I stretch catlike in the swing and begin to relax more and more under his ministrations. I feel all the tension draining from me as he strokes and caresses my tired achy feet, ankles and calves with such care and admiration that it is awe inspiring.

When he finishes with one foot after what seems like ages, he lifts it to his lips and kisses it gently then lets it rest in his lap. Then he begins on the other and gives it the same treatment. “Oh yes,” I think to myself, “this is a person that takes pride in his perversion, a man after my own heart.” I truly love to see someone enjoying himself so much, especially when it also is something that brings me great pleasure. As he works I can’t help watching the look of pure joy on his face and smile brightly myself. “That feels so wonderful baby, you are very good at that!” He beams with pride as I praise him and grins adorably.”Hmm, maybe I need my polish changed on my toes, luv. what do you think?” I playfully wave my toes under his nose for inspection. “If it pleases you Mistress, I would be glad to do it for you.” “Very good dear, go upstairs and get the basin from under the sink and fill it with warm soapy water for me.” He scurries off to do his task as I gather a few items from the cabinet nearby. When he returns I have a pumice stone, nail polish remover and all other necessary items for a proper pedicure, laid out on the floor beside a towel for him.

“Have you ever given a proper pedicure before dear?” “I think so Ma’am, my last Mistress trained me to do it the way she liked it but I hope it meets your approval.” I give him a look of interested appraisal and decide to let him do his best and see what happens.I remove my nylons and rest my feet in his lap as he carefully but thoroughly removes the old polish from my toes. Once this task is complete, I slip my feet into the warm water and sigh softly. The water feels wonderful on my freshly pampered feet and the temperature was perfect. He begins to stroke them softly, letting the heat and water soften the skin on the soles of my feet. After a few moments he begins to gently rub the pumice stone over my heels and the ball of my foot, removing the rough spots and calluses and bringing out a soft pink glow. He worked the bottom of each toe lovingly, holding each firmly as he scrubbed the bottom with the stone. I squirm just a bit and giggle cause it tickles like crazy but I continue to endure this torturous procedure for his benefit alone. (Yeah right! Like I am sure you believe that!)

Once he is satisfied that my feet are as soft as can be, he lifts them from the basin and rests them on the towel in his lap. He begins to pat them dry very lightly and picks up the orange stick so that he can push back the cuticles. I am amazed by the care he takes not to hurt me in this normally somewhat painful task but he still manages to accomplish the purpose quite well.

Then he uses the nippers to carefully remove the bit of cuticle from each toe, but accidentally clips to far on the last toe and draws a drop of blood and a bit of a yelp from me. “I am so sorry Mistress!” He scrambles to wipe the blood from the toe and looks so pathetically crushed that I can’t even bring myself to discipline him for the offense. I mean after all, the poor thing was doing such a wonderful job all along and now he looks so miserable and upset. Geez, I am getting to damn soft hearted.”It’s OK dear, just kiss it and make it better.” He sighs with relief and gratitude that I am not holding it against him as he brings my foot to his lips and intimately kisses my poor little injured toe. His kiss starts softly and delicately but soon he begins to slide his tongue and lips over, under and between my other toes. His caress is passionate, sensual and erotic and before I know it I have forgotten all about the nick in my toe and I close my eyes and lay back in the swing to enjoy some more of his special brand of pampering. It felt great before through the stockings but this was even more incredible. My feet felt ultra sensitive from the abrasion with the stone and the hot soak so I could feel even the lightest caress, even his ecstatic breathing on my flesh.Lost in the ecstatic feelings he is producing in my feet I stay to sway back and forth very slightly in the swing and whisper words of praise just loud enough for him to hear. His tongue works magic on my toes and delicate soles but eventually I realize it is time for him to leave for his business meeting. I gently remind him that he has yet to apply new polish to my pretty toes, and he reluctantly stops kissing them long enough to do so.

When he is finished I inspect the job and find it quite satisfactory, in fact better than some of the nail salons I have visited, but then he labored out of love so I am not surprised. I kiss him gently and thank him for a job well done as he gets dressed to leave. Then tell him that maybe I need to get him to learn to do my finger nails as well. He smiles with pride and thanks me for a wonderful afternoon and promises to return again soon. Some how I know he will and I look forward to it as well.

Your heart begins to race a little faster as you descend the concrete stairs to the dungeon where Mistress awaits. You have fantasized about this moment for a long time and now as you enter the dark basement you wonder if you are really ready to do this. A strange haunting melody plays in the background as candle light dances eerily on the walls, only vaguely illuminating the sinister looking items hanging all over. Your eyes slowly begin to adjust to the dimness as you peer around at your surroundings. Floggers, cuffs, whips, paddles and many other instruments of torture hang neatly from little hooks on the wall closest to you. You try to imagine how each will feel on your skin as you feel your palms begin to sweat. The candles cast a soft glow on a chair beside you that has part of the seat cut away and at least a dozen eyebolts positioned at various places around the frame. Directly in front of you chains dangle from the ceiling and you do not have to guess why. Then you see her sitting on a padded table in the shadows.

“Welcome,” she says in a soft reassuring voice, “you are on time, that pleases me.” She slips off the table and begins to approach you slowly. Her long legs catch your eye as the candle light gleams on her silky black nylons. You see a hint of lace garter peek from below her short black spandex skirt as she moves gracefully, closer and closer to you. Her chain vest glistens over the sleek black body suit that covers her full breasts. She stops in front of you eyeing you appraisingly from head to toe then she reaches out with one long polished nail and lightly scrapes it across your cheek. She turns away with a bright smile, sweet yet slightly evil, and walks over to a small couch and sits down crossing her long legs again.

“Take off your clothes dear and get on your knees.” You get undressed quickly, laying your clothes on the chair and drop to your knees. “Very good… now crawl over here like a good little boy.” Carefully you begin to crawl across the floor on your hands and knees… feeling the scratchiness of the carpet beneath your skin. You come to a stop, kneeling before your Mistress, your eyes downcast, hesitant to meet her gaze. “Come a little closer dear, I won’t bite.” She giggles playfully and goes on to say, “OK well… maybe I will, but that is part of why you are here… isn’t it?” Her voice is playful, not menacing and you must admit she has a point. You are here to explore that thin line between pleasure and pain. To finally live that dark fantasy you’ve kept secret for so long.

You slide forward closer to her as excitement and apprehension build inside you. She leans toward you and gently places her hand on your chin and lifts it slightly so that she is looking directly into you eyes. “Much better dear, now let me slip this on you.” She pulls a leather collar with a ring in from off the table beside her and slips it around your throat. Her hands are warm as they linger on your neck while she snaps the collar snugly in place. “From this moment on till the end of the hour, you belong to me and will do whatever I say. I will not force you to do anything we have not discussed nor will I harm you in any way. Do you understand?” You realize that while she can be teasingly playful and non threatening, she can also be very stern and serious. You gulp, and nod your head so slightly it was almost unnoticeable. Her fingers slowly move from your neck to your throat and then down over your chest, lightly dragging her nails across your flesh till she reaches your nipples. Then she starts circling them with smooth even strokes. “I think that required a verbal response, don’t you?” To emphasize her point she grabs the now hardened nipple between two nails and pinches sharply enough to make you gasp loudly. “Yes Mistress,” you respond in a near whisper. “Excuse me? I couldn’t quite make that out.” She gives the nipple a quick twist this time. “Yes Mistress, I understand!” “Ahh, that’s better dear, now give me your hands.”

You do as she commands quickly this time and she slips a thick pair of leather cuffs over your wrists and binds them tightly. ‘Good, now hands behind your back.” You comply and she links the cuffs together so that you lose use of your hands. “Very good. Now to do something with this…” She toys with your dangling semi hard penis with the toe of her high heeled shoe. “Stand up!” You struggle to your feet as she pulls a length of thin rope off the table and begins to fashion one end into a loop. She slips it over your penis and under your balls cinching it up closely to the body. Then she continues skillfully wrapping and looping it over, around and between your balls so that they are separated but bound closely together. Then she continues up, over and around the shaft of your penis, handling it firmly but gently, tying coil after coil of rope around your most sensitive areas until she has reached the tip.

The entire process takes only a few moments, but as her fingers glide and tug at you while she works it seems like an eternity. When she is through she sits back to examine her handiwork and smiles. The result is a neatly wrapped cocoon, tight enough that you definitely know that it’s there that but so tight that it is uncomfortable or restrictive. Finally she takes another length of rope and twists the end into a miniature hangman’s noose and like the other, slips it over your cock and balls close to the body. She pulls it snug around you, then stands and gives the free end of the rope in her hand a good tug. You wince a little as she pulls a little harder. “Makes a handy little leash, eh?” “Yes Mistress.” She flashes that playful smile again and moves very close to you, her body brushing up against yours as she whispers in your ear, “Open your mouth for me.” You tremble slightly as you feel her hot breath on your neck and she slips one hand around your waist to steady you as she nips lightly at your ear. Your lips part as you gasp breathlessly wondering what else she has in store for you. She tugs the rope one last time and brings the loose end to your mouth, “Say ahh dear.” Your lips open a bit more and you quietly whisper, “Ahh.” Then she slips the rope between your teeth and orders you to hold it tight and not drop it no matter what happens.

“Follow me slave.” She gets up and walks over to where the chains dangle from the ceiling and stands beside them. You follow carefully, concentrating on holding the rope. She unfastens the clip holding the cuffs behind your back and then lifts your arms and binds them to the chains over your head. Suddenly she slips a blindfold over your eyes and the room goes black. Standing behind you so close you can feel the silkiness of her skirt against your ass, you feel her hands and nails begin to caress your body. Gently over your shoulders, a little harder as she drags her nails across your back and down to your ass where her hand lingers squeezing your ass cheek firmly. She rubs in small circles over one cheek then the other, slipping her finger down between them, tickling and teasing. Suddenly, she snaps her hand across your ass, “Whack!!” Bright hot pain briefly runs across your flesh, and you nearly drop the rope in surprise. She pauses just a moment and then smacks again several times, whack, Whack, WHACK!!! Louder and harder with each stroke. You can feel your skin begin to heat up as she continues spanking your ass, over and over, changing the tempo and force of the blows. Moving from one cheek to the other, up and down, back and forth. Your skin begins to turn a nice shade of pink as she abuses it thoroughly.

“Mmm, I love a slave with a red hot ass.” She caresses your tortured skin softly with her hand. Then you feel her body pressing against yours from behind as she rubs against your ass feeling the heat through her skirt. “Ahh yes, very nice, don’t you think so?” Your head is swimming just a little realizing how hot this makes her so you don’t acknowledge her question. Suddenly she grabs a hand full of hair and tugs backward, causing the rope to tug sharply at your cock and balls. “YES!! Yes Mistress, if it pleases you Mistress.” You try to speak while still holding the rope between your teeth. “What would please me more is to see just how much my new slave can take before you call out and beg me to stop. Does that sound like fun dear?” “Yes Mistress, thank you.” She is testing you. You had said you didn’t know what your limits were when you filled out the pre scene negotiation form, and now she is going to help you find out. You bite harder on the rope and try to prepare yourself for what is to come.

You hear her selecting items off the hooks on the wall and walking back behind you. “All right dear, now I am going to start off with some fairly soft to moderate floggers and work my way up to the more severe things as I go. If at any time it gets to intense all you have to do is drop the rope and I will stop what I am doing. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress.” “Good boy.” You can hear the smile in her voice as she takes a step back and takes aim with the first of her weapons. “Swisshhhh smack! You feel cool, fairly soft tresses of deerskin strike your back. Swish smack! Again a little harder this time. Swish smack again and again the flogger slaps against your skin. Then there is a moments pause and a new material, slightly coarser than the last begins to hit you. It is heavier but not painful as is pounds against your back and ass at least a dozen times. You feel yourself begin a little lightheaded as you slip deeper into submission, but hang on to the rope. SWISH Whack!! An even heavier material slaps against your back, stinging a bit this time. You lose track of the time as you stand in the dark, feeling the flogger strike you over and over again. She pauses and moves close enough for you to feel her against your back again. She runs her hand lightly over your skin feeling the warmth, examining it closely.

“How are you doing luv?” “Good Mistress.” You reply through your clenched teeth. She steps around to the front of you and feels your hands to make sure they are still warm, checking that the cuffs are not biting your wrists at all. “Excellent dear, you are doing very well. I am very pleased with you so far. Now let’s see how you like my crop.” She begins to tap lightly with the crop on your already tender ass. Lightly then a little harder she snaps the crop with a flip of her wrist. She moves the crop down your ass, then smacks the back of your thighs with stinging strokes. Then she takes the crop and starts tapping it between your thighs lightly, signaling you to spread them a bit further. She begins to snap the crop harder and harder all over your body, moving from place to place, slowly at first, then faster and faster, leaving little red marks where ever she hits. The pain begins to get more and more intense as she continues snapping the crop harder and faster on your ass.

Just as it gets to the point that you think you can bear it no more and you consider dropping the rope, she instinctively senses that you have taken all you can bear for now and stops. She places the crop aside and once again begins running her smooth hands over your hot flesh, soothing it. She tugs at the rope and takes it from your lips, kissing your cheek softly. “You have done very, very well dear.” She unfastens the blindfold and runs her nails along the side of your face. She then drops to a crouch position and begins untying the ropes that are wrapped tightly around your dick. Unwrapping it slowly, running her warm fingers over the bumps left by the ropes. She finishes taking off the rope and lays it aside then stands up and smiles at you. Finally she reaches up and un-cuffs you.

“You may get dressed and go now dear.” “Thank you Mistress. That was wonderful.” You pick up your clothes and get dressed, watching her as she gathers her toys and equipment and places them neatly back where they belong. As you begin to climb the stairs you peek over her shoulder and catch her eye as she watches you go, and smiles knowing you will be back.

He closes his eyes softly as he kneels before me, and offers himself to me completely, to use for my pleasure, anyway I wish. He wants no safe word.. no say in what I do to him.. no way to stop me from using him. He wishes only to suffer for my sadistic pleasure without limits or boundaries. Today, he will get his wish… and so will I.

I look at his body and feel the excitement begin to stir. He is perfect in my eyes. His body is lean and muscular but not overly so. His skin is smooth and unmarked, like a fresh canvas awaiting the act of creation, awaiting my touch. He is my symphony waiting to be played, as corny as it may sound: together we will make beautiful music tonight.

I kneel with him and run my hands along his cheek and I look into the most exquisitely expressive eyes I have ever seen. I almost cry with the sheer joy of knowing he belongs to me; body and heart and soul. I kiss him softly, then much deeper letting him feel just a taste of the hunger I have for him. I love him, but I am going to make him suffer sweetly for me, more than anyone ever has.

I place his hands in bondage and pull him to his feet, cuffing them high above his head. I consider gagging him and blindfolding him… but I want him to see me, to see how much I am enjoying using him. And I need to see his eyes and hear him moan as he suffers for me. I start at his hands and begin to run mine slowly down his arms to his sides, across his chest, feeling the textures of him. The softness of his skin, the feel of his hair, the warmth, his heat beat. I glide my fingertips across his nipples and I watch his face, he closes his eyes expectantly. I tease them softly a moment longer, toying with them until they become just slightly erect, then I pinch them.. hard!! 

He gasps softly and lets his head fall back… exposing his throat to me. I run my fingers up to it but move behind him and begin to feel for the pulse in his throat. I place my fingers on both main carotids and begin to ever so slightly squeeze. I pull him back into me and press just slightly harder and I feel his body begin to shudder slightly then relax. I hold just a moment longer and then let my hand slide back down to his chest, still supporting his weight with my body as his consciousness floats back to me and he groans throatily. Oh how I love that sound!

I slide back around in front of him once he is steady on his feet again and take his left nipple gently in my mouth, licking it. Caressing it with my tongue, sucking it, then ever so slowly taking it between my teeth and softly nibbling just the tip. I move to the other side and grasp this one firmly in my teeth and bite down sharply. Again he gasps and moans and I feel his body tense slightly… then relax again. I could get lost torturing his nipples, we both love that so intensely, but there is so much more I want to do to him now. However, before I move on, I grab a set of clover clamps, attach one to each nipple, and then dangle a small weight from the chain. I want him to have something to think about and these should tenderize his nipples nicely for me.

I then grab a thin, 3-foot length of rope and begin to wrap it around the base of his penis and his balls. I twist the rope and draw it up, separating his testicles and wrapping them firmly around front to back, leaving a loop that will tug on his balls from below, creating a slip proof parachute. Then I loop a longer length of rope through the bondage and run each of the loose ends to an ankle cuff. “Spread you legs for me baby,” I tell him and watch his face as the rope tugs at the bondage around his balls, pulling them downward just enough to be a constant reminder. He has told me that he isn’t overly fond of having his balls abused but I know he will endure it if he knows it pleases me. I run my finger nails over the now smooth taut flesh of his sac and can tell it is very sensitive by the way his body reacts. I smile and slip my fingers around his balls and begin to squeeze very slowly, letting the pressure build. I wait for his body to react then squeeze just a bit harder, relishing his pain. Loving the way the feel in my hand, compressing and twisting them, his body writhes and he cries out just a little and I feel myself growing wetter.

I release his balls and begin stroking his beautiful semi erect cock with my nails. It begins to twitch immediately. I kneel down in front of him and take him gently in my mouth. I love the way he tastes, and the way he begins to grow as I slide my tongue teasingly over the tip, and around the crown and finally across that ever so sensitive frenum area. He is so hard for me now and I have an incredible desire to slide him inside of me. I set the swing up so that I can sit in it and have his cock almost perfect height to just slide inside me.. but I leave it purposely just a little low. He needs to spread his legs a bit wider in order to slip inside me and I ask him to do so, knowing this will put more pressure on his testicles from below. I want it to hurt and feel so good at the same time as I use his cock.

At first I slide forward and just brush my now very wet lips against his sweet cock. The skin of his cock becomes slick with my juices as I slide my hips up and down against him, feeling the full length of him slide along my lips all the way up to my clit and back again. His PA jewelry bumps against my clit and sends shivers through my body. I want him so badly! I wrap my legs around him and pull him deeply into me, we both gasp at that first indescribable moment of penetration. I hold him there deeply for a moment, just floating on the sweetness of feeling him fill me. I am still aware that his balls are screaming and that the clamps on his nipples must be exquisitely painful at this moment. I look up into his eyes and see the pleasure mixed with agony and my lust for him grows even more. I reach up, grasp the chain attached to his nipples, and begin tugging just a little as I start to move my hips slowly, so that he is sliding in and out of me. I start twisting the clamps back and forth, as I increase the pace of my hips.

I am so close now, I want to cum all over his cock but he has to save his orgasm for me. I want to make this night last and last and I want to make him suffer for me so much more. I keep a hold of the chain to his nipples with one hand and slip the other underneath to once again grasp those tender balls of his. The rope is pulling on them so hard now and he is struggling to withstand the pain there. I look deeply into his face and I see how hard he is fighting to endure for me as suddenly I feel the first waves of orgasm starting to pulse through my body. I look intently into his eyes and take a deep breath, signaling him to do the same. Then suddenly I rip the clamps off his nipples, pull him deeper inside me, and ride out the waves as he cries out for me. I can tell he is close to cumming too, and that if I am not careful and hold still I might accidentally pull him over the edge with me. I let him pull his legs back together to release the pressure on his nuts. While I fight to slow my breathing and focus my energy back within instead of releasing it, but it is still several moments before I regain composure.

I slip off his still beautifully hard cock and drop to my knees to taste myself on him… licking it all over base to tip, thoroughly cleaning him, then I stand up and kiss him deeply so that he can taste my sweet juices on my lips. I release the ropes from his balls so that the circulation can flow back and let my fingers linger on his cock as his hard on starts to very slowly subside. I drag my nails over his thighs and watch the little red trails that follow them. Then I start slowly smacking his inner thighs and begin moving around him, smacking his ass and the back of this thighs, a little harder with every stroke. I decide his arms are probably getting a bit tired by now (although he has not uttered the slightest peep of protest) and I move him to the corporal bench and attach his cuffs to the eyebolt in front.

I then carefully and methodically fasten all the straps across his back, behind his knees and over his ankles rendering him nearly completely immobile. I run my hands across his warm firm flesh and again relish the texture of his skin. Smooth in some places.. a little hair in other.. the soft fuzzy hair on his delicious ass. God he is so beautiful! I begin with a quick sharp slap to his sweet ass, enjoying the way the flesh moves under my hand.

I smack his ass again and again.. this cheek, then that. Sometimes gently sometimes much harder and sharper. Building the heat.. building momentum, watching as his flesh begins to pink up then turn redder, hotter. My hand begins to sting more and more as I hit him over and over again.. then stop long enough to gently drag my long nails across that wonderfully sensitive flesh. I watch the way his body responds, his muscles twitch, his ass rises slightly to meet my touch. I hit him again and again, cupping my palm slightly, letting my hand wrap around this delicious cheeks of his. The music in the background has a subtle but constant beat. I pick up my leather paddle with bunny fur on one side and begin using the leather stingy side in time with the rhythm. His ass is beginning to glow but I want and need so much more.

I have an incredible desire to see just how far he is willing to go with me tonight. The paddle strikes harder. His body jerks in response. It lands again with more force, he moans for me. I love when he moans for me while he suffers. I switch to a wooden paddle. Lots more thud and less sting. His ass really moves sweetly under it, as I again start slowly, then gradually building speed and pressure. Soon I am whacking him quite forcefully with it and I can see his expression change. He is fighting to hold on, struggling just a bit to take it for me. My heart swells with love for him.

His ass is beginning to show signs of bruising. I run my fingernails over the marks, his ass writhes in response. I pick up St Chris. I look lovingly at the knotted strands of cod line, the beautiful braiding. I let the strands slip between my fingers, knowing how much they sting and envisioning the comet like marks that it makes. I love those marks, and I want to see them all over his body. I take a step back and hold the handle firmly in my hand, enjoying it’s texture, savoring the moment. Then I swing. The fall swishes through the air and lands firmly on his left cheek. I pause a moment and watch as the star burst pattern of the knots appears and then the trail that makes up the comet’s tail. I lean forward and kiss the spot that I just left my mark on. His skin is so hot. I flick my tongue over the area and can taste the tenderness of it.

I step back again and begin flogging him lightly with it, letting the lashes fall like rain, all over his sweet ass. He barely moves although I know he is feeling every stroke. I watch his face closely as I strike him harder. I love his facial expressions when he is in pain. He is so beautiful when he is suffering, just so incredibly beautiful.

I pick up my signal whip. It feels alive in my hand, like a hungry serpent. I let it fly and it’s wicked tongue grazes across his sweet ass with a snap! It recoils to me and I again send it on it’s way with a bit more force this time. Swish… SNAP! He jumps just slightly! He really felt that one. I begin letting it flow back and forth in my grip. A few light strokes, alternating with some moderate ones and every now an then I really snap it hard and watch the angry stripes that rise on his flesh. I pick and choose my target spots. This cheek, that cheek, the back of his thigh, lightly across his balls, back to the cheeks. Soon he has many stripes making lovely patterns on his skin. I run my nails over them lightly and smile. His ass is on fire now and I step behind him and press myself up against him so that I can savor that heat, then lean forward and whisper in his ear that I love him with all my heart.

He groans deliciously and looks at me with those amazing eyes of his. His expression a mix of lust and pain, respect and adoration. I un-cuff him from the corporal bench and lead him into the medical room. I ask him to hop up onto the exam table and switch on the compressor unit that creates a vacuum for the electric nipple suction toys. While that warms up, I attach his wrist and ankle cuffs to the eyebolts on the table and continue running my hands all along his body, paying special attention to his delectable nipples. I swear those little jewels are hard wired to his cock cause as i flick my nails and tongue over them I can see it start to grow and twitch. Mmmm, God I love that! I pull out a few electrical toys from the drawer and slip the suction cups over his hard nipples. Immediately, the vacuum pulls them deeply into the little plastic tubes and he moans again for me. He loves nipple torture as much as I do. I attach the leads to the Erostek unit and begin to slowly give it some juice. The little LED read out begins to flash slowly and I can see him wince just slightly as I bring the volume up to just over half way.

Next I slip on a pair of exam gloves and spread his legs just wide enough to expose his sweet tight ass to me. He was not overly crazy about anal play when we first met but he knows how much I enjoy it and I have found that if I proceed very slowly with him that he seems to accept it willingly. I grab a wet nap and very gently and lovingly run it over his delicate and sensitive little anus. It is cold and he squirms just a bit. I smile wickedly and pop up onto the table with him and lower my face down there and begin toying with him with my hot wet tongue. I very much enjoy rimming his sweet ass on occasion and while it may not be the Dommeliest activity in the world, it certainly gives us both pleasure and that is what matters most right now. I press my lips harder against him and watch his cock jump and grow even more. I add a bit of lube to my gloved finger and begin to very very slowly press and tease him some more til I can easily slip it inside him.

I work it in a little at a time, very very gently. This is not somewhere that I wish to cause him pain. There are so many other delightful places for that. I finally ease one finger almost all the way into him and locate his prostrate. I nudge and tease it and can feel it begin to swell and harden a bit beneath my touch. I add a bit more lube and begin stretching a bit more cause I have something very special in mind this evening. Once I feel he is open enough I take one of the two small flexible electric balls that I have and begin to gently slide it inside of him and position it directly on that special spot. Then, I slide the other inside my vagina nestled up against my G spot and attach the leads to another electrical sending unit called the HotBox. Each of the flexi balls has only one lead so the circuit cannot be completed unless he and I touch. I rest my hand lightly against his cock and begin to very slowly turn up the juice.

I can feel the pulse come on slowly and as I watch his expression… I can see that he is feeling it to. The electrical charge is pulsating inside of me, inside of him and I can feel the pulse through my hand where I am touching him. I take my hand away and it completely stops. I run my fingers lightly across his body in different places and can feel the pulsing begin to surge again, as the current flows between us. I run my fingers across his cock and can see his body jump and spasm in response. Then I get a very wicked idea….