I was a submissive plaything offering myself up to a gifted dominatrix.

My latest session with Ms Kay started as all the others do. A friendly chat to put me at ease before being ordered into the corner to prepare myself, ie strip down to my panties. Wither intentional or just a happy accident, the order came as a shock to me. The chat had lulled me into a false sense of security and I forgot for a moment that I was a submissive plaything offering myself up to a gifted dominatrix. I was quickly left with no doubts who was in charge though as Ms Kay, knowing full well I have been experimenting with chastity, presented me with a chastity cage, and had me lock myself in.

Following this I was positioned in front of a mirror, arms raised at an angle above my head holding a metal bar. Ordered to kneel, Ms Kay proceeded to slip a hood on me before tying it in place, and after standing back up, placed noise cancelling headphone on me. The hood is easily my favourite in Ms Kay’s selection as it has a perforated skin, like a tea bag, so it allows you tiny glimpses of the outside world. On this occasion fate worked out perfectly, and looking out through one of these tiny holes, reflected perfectly in the mirror was Ms Kay’s head and shoulders. A million to one chance but it was the perfect metaphor for my world at that moment. That and the steadily growing strain in my arm.

By the time Ms Kay had prodded me to spread my ankles to her satisfaction, and done some light work on my backside with who knows what, my arms we trembling quite a bit, partly from the strain and the rest was from fear of what would be done to me if I lowered my arms. Of course Ms Kay always wins so eventually I cried out for mercy. And I did receive mercy. It must have been a good 10 to 15 seconds before Ms Kay grabbed my arm and led me to the next room. Once there, my arms were tied stretched out behind me, wrists apart and unable to reach each other. Then I felt a rope being tied around my left ankle, and sure enough, bending at the knee my leg was lifted up and tied off behind me.

Stranded in this stress position I was helpless as Ms Kay began to tickle me and viciously squeeze my nipples. This went on for what seemed like and eternity while I struggled to avoid my tormentor while keeping my balance. As the strain began to build on my leg, Ms Kay left me alone for a while before returning. Again the hood added to the experience. As I twisted my head around, peering through the tiny holes to build up a complete view of my surroundings, I saw Ms Kay standing nearby, holding something. Too small to be a cane or paddle, too rigid to be a flogger or whip. As Ms Kay advanced on me I knew what it was. The zap to my skin confirmed it was The Stinger. I’ll confess two things at this point. The first is that I immediately started to wuss out and retreated and curled up as much as my bondage would let me. The second is that the Stinger is rapidly becoming one of my favourites. It never fails to make me jump or squirm and Ms Kay wields it with brutal effectiveness, sometimes quickly jabbing into to zap me, other times sliding the tip along your skin before pressing the button when it suits her.

After this torture, which included enough struggling to leave some very impressive rope mark in my skin, I was released at told to make my way upstairs. A brief pause followed, an impromptu photoshoot session with me modelling my rope marks, and then I laid on my back on Ms Kay’s massage table. My hands were tied at my side, my ankles spread and tied to the foot of the table, a blind fold placed over the hood and what I would later learn was a simple strap was tied around my jaw, effectively gagging me.

Following this my real problems began. First the pegs were applied to my nipples, as much of my balls as the chastity cage would allow and my toes!!! She put pegs on my toes when she ran out of room everywhere else. These were pulled, twisted and vibrated in turn. Then the Stinger made it repeat appearance. Then the TENS pads were applied to my thighs and I had to endure them, first on their own, and then as a back drop to all the previous tortures I had endured. I was thrashing around a lot. Afterwards Ms Kay revealed that at one point she became concerned that I would knock the table over I was thrashing around that hard. Every time I thought had run out of energy and was starting to go limp, Ms Kay would find a new torture. Especially effective was adding tickling to the mix. Suddenly I had more energy to try and get away from my attacker. Like that was ever going to happen. I swear there were brief moments where I think my eyes rolled over and I checked out for a short time. Eventually though I was finally spared, and Ms Kay got her final screams out of me when removing the pegs.

I thought those were the final screams however as I was then told that I would now receive my punishment for being tardy when sending a text confirming our session. One lash for each minute my text was late, seven in total. The lashes would come from MS Kay’s new Texas Strap. I had been late due to phone trouble however I think Ms Kay was just eager to have an excuse use her new strap (which I can respect) and as I said before, Ms Kay always wins. Bending over the arm of the couch I took my punishment like a man. I did not thrash around after each stroke. I did not cry out in pain every time. And I most certainly did not lie there meekly like a wounded animal while she took a photo of her handiwork. Yup, nothing to worry about at all with the Ms Kay’s new strap.

Seriously though don’t give her an excuse to use it. Its been three hours and I still feel it when I sit down.

As always I left completely satisfied, and am already looking forward to our next session.

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