Deftly pulling my trousers down and ordering me over your knee for a spanking!
Thank you again for another wonderful session. Please see below the testimonial. I apologise if these drag on for a bit however I don’t think I a short testimonial really does you justice.
Sitting on the couch in your ‘headmistresses office’ you immediately took control, ordering me to stand before, deftly pulling my trousers down and ordering me over your knee for a spanking. This started softly enough but swiftly picked up in both intensity and tempo. Even when you pulled down my boxers and spanked my bare skin it never reached the point of discomfort. Then the gloves came off, quite literally, in this case. It was amazing the difference removing a simple pair of red gloves could have, and I immediately remembered our previous sessions, and knew that worse was to come.
The warm up over, you ordered me to the head of the couch, before bending over the arm. I couldn’t possibly tell you what you were using on my poor backside because my world exploded into pain with each stroke. Resisting (barely) the temptation to climb over the arm of the couch and flee, I continued to squirm and moan under your treatment. However my ‘audition for amateur dramatics’ as you see kindly described my discomfort as, did not please you. Why wasn’t I thanking you. So we continued, and not content with my thanks, you also taught the importance of counting each of the strokes, with a stern comment ‘how many was that’ A simple enough statement but a brutal reminder of who was in charge.
The session then moved to the second room you use to entertain guests yourself. Stripped of my clothing and ordered into a beautiful pair of peach panties, you tied my hands behind the back of the chair I was sitting on. Then out came the vet tape. Three times it went round my lower face, serving to muffle me, but still allowing for easy breathing and the obligatory ‘thank you’, and single roll around my eyes to form a simple blindfold. I’ll admit that at first, I didn’t think that a single layer would make an effective blindfold, as you can see through it a little, but I was wrong. Due to the material, and the chair being facing the window all I could see most of the time was the light. Later in the session when I was on my back this remained the case. It truly was a strange experience to effectively be blindfolded in white, rather than darkness as one would expect.
There where two exceptions to this however, which actually made the tape even more exciting. The first was when you stood in front of me. You always took time to consider your options and held things out for my inspection. However through the tape, all I could see was your silhouette. Try as I might, I could not see what you were holding. You soon ended the suspense however, attaching electrical pads to my nipples. More than anything else the shock caught me off guard, however the increasing intensity soon brought pain with it. You then commented on how it was only at level 15 of 25, and how most people could easily go higher.
As much as I enjoy being submissive, that comment still managed to trigger my masculine pride. Four words popped into my head. Oh. It. Is. On. I clamped my jaw shut behind the tape. That was it, you were getting nothing else out of me for the remainder of the session. I think that lasted about 20 seconds or so, but after that, well, I wasn’t going to make it easy for you. So after setting one of the automatic shock programs on your controls, you used pins, and then a flogger to torment me further. This of course got the desired responses from me.
Then it was time for a more old fashion form of nipple torture. Steel pegs. I both love and hate those. The feeling when they are in place is incredible, and I’m happy to report that the pattern you so carefully made, though fading, is still visible as I write this more than five hours after our session. On the other hand, the sting when they go on is bad, and is a thousand times worse when they come off. Not content with just putting pegs on however, you then proceeded to attached different chains and weights to the pegs. I think I will remember forever you comment about it looking like a fetish version of Mr T. I couldn’t resist then or now. ‘I pity the fool.’
This brings me to the second time I was able to see through the tape blindfold. Pegs and chains still in place, you untied my hands and had me stand, and then lean forward, all the weight now resting of my poor nipples. Leaning forward like this, I was able to see clearly through the tape. You then proceeded to set the chains swinging. I don’t know why, but at that moment I found the view of all the silverware swinging from my chest to be so exhilarating. Even when you went off to get your next torment, I found myself swaying back and forth slightly, despite the pain, just to keep the chains swinging. Unfortunately it had to end as you returned with your heaviest weight. You stated that you didn’t think it would stay on if added, but there was only one way to know for sure. Once added, it got another moan from me, however I actually felt proud as it stayed put. This gave plenty of time for you to take a photo however, as you moved from my right to my left to take a second photo, I could feel the peg beginning to slip.
I knew that once it went, it would HURT. Thinking back on it now, all I had to do to avoid this, was to reach out. My hands were still free after all. However at the time, I was so lost in the moment, so far under your control, that it never even occurred to me that this was an option. Instead, all that was going through my head was ‘I’m going to get punished when this goes’ and I willed the peg to stay on long enough for you to take your second photo. It wasn’t to be. The peg snapped off, ALL the weight transferred to my other nipple, I screamed, and of course, you disapproved. I was to be punished for that.
Next you helped guide me to your massage table. Despite being a few feet away, I couldn’t see behind my blindfold of light. Apparently my cock had been misbehaving and it was time for it to be punished with a little CBT. With my arms tied to the table, you started by flogging me, reminding me again to properly express my gratitude. Then you started attaching some pegs, followed by a vibrator to make those pegs dance. They weren’t the only thing dancing at this point, and you demanded to know why I was squirming. I know it sounds absurd, but it was actually ticklish. During my dancing around, I noticed that the rope around my left arm had loosened. Honesty is the best approach I thought. Miss Kay will appreciate that and give me some points, a smile forming behind my tape gag. Nope, smile gone, I’m to be punished for pulling the bonds, now retied, loose.
Back out came the electric device, this time applied to my inner thighs. When my muscles spasmed in response to the shocks, it made the pegs on genitals hit off each other. I was rattling, you commented. I have some vague recollections for being flogged a few times, however I could be wrong. As strange as it sounds, I was incredibly content at this moment. The shock to my thighs were no where near as bad as those to my sensitive nipples, and the rattling along with the soothing music you were playing through out the session combined to leaving feeling so relaxed. I remember thinking at the time that I could quite happily fall asleep here. That wasn’t to be of course, and the vibrator, along with a different shock pattern rom the electrodes kept me from drifting off. It wasn’t ticklish this time, although compared to some of the earlier treatments I had received, it was almost pleasant. Then came the final moment of discomfort, removing the pegs. There really is no way around it and even when ready for it, yeah, fun times.
Then there was one final order of business, my punishment. Reaching into you bag of assorted dice, this time I felt for the six sided dice, figuring a small number of heavy strokes would be better than a large number of small strokes. Luck was with me as well, only two strokes. Finally a break. Nope. You decided it would be best of three. So I ended up with five strokes. I immediately realised the error of going for small number of strokes when you began looking through your collection for a suitable candidate. I admit, when you pulled out the old fashion carpet beater, I was genuinely scared for a moment. Wow.
For anyone reading this testimonial, I give Miss Kay permission to punish me for any transgressions she feels have been made. She keeps her own council on what these are, however examples include failing to show proper gratitude or respect, loosening ropes and so on. The main reason I do this however is because I want to push my limits. I want there to be consequences of trying to take an easy way out, and the threat of looming punishment provides that. Make no mistake, I have never once felt anything other than perfectly safe in Miss Kay’s care, and the ‘punishment’ is purely to help me push further, but that carpet beater. Wow. I would go to great lengths to avoid that particular punishment again.
Despite that though, I still really enjoyed the session, and am already thinking about the next one.