I was honored to be called to serve Her again. Every time I am asked to serve Her my mind races to all the fantastic memories of my servitude to Her. The very first time I served Her I was reticent. The limits were needed initially but today She can use me however She wishes as I trust Her completely.
I never know what She has up Her sleeves. I undressed as soon as I enter the main entrance. She asks me to put in my in-ear headphones. She points to the ground, I kneel down immediately. She grabs a leather hood and slowly places it on my head. I love the smell of leather. My eyes and mouth fit through the opening. She laces the back of the hood. It is snug. Once She is done lacing the hood She tells me to stand up. She knows that I can still hear Her. She then places the eye cover on the hood. I feel uneasy but I trust Her. She ties my hands behind my back. It feels like so many things are happening at the same time. I feel my world getting smaller and smaller. I then hear music through the headphone. Now I am really nervous. I am completely vulnerable.
I feel a hand grab my cock and balls and pulling to lead me somewhere. I assume this is Her. I have been down this path before so I am somewhat familiar. I am off balance because I am not 100% sure where to put my feet and the person pulling on my cock and balls seems to be in a hurry.
I am lead to the center of what I remember to be the family room where I spent hours worshipping Her body. Suddenly the hand releases my cock and balls. I have no idea what or who is around me. It is quite an interesting feel. I can’t see and all I can hear is the music through the headphones. Somehow my naked skin is becoming hyper sensitive and extremely perceptive. Probably the nervousness has awaken my pre-Cambrian brain. I stood there for a moment trying as hard as I could to listen beyond the music. I couldn’t hear anything. Did She leave me alone in the middle of the living room? Am I surrounded by a group of people? I am feeling self conscious and I can’t hide my erection since my hands are tied behind my back.
I decided to explore my environment. As soon as I made a step forward, I feel the sharp blow of a whip. Ouch! I learned my lesson. Do not move. I stood there for a while longer then I felt a hand on my nipples. She puts on some very tight nipple clamps. I then felt the vibration of a rope through some loops on the nipple clamp. I am not sure and then I felt a forward tug on the clamps. Delicious, that automatically caused a stronger erection. I hope no one is watching. The forward tug almost made me take a step forward but I remembered my lesson. Do not move. A tug turned into a pull and I was forced to take a step forward. I felt the blow of the whip again. Ouch! What was I suppose to do??
My nipples were being pulled even harder. I was completely disoriented. So many thoughts came to my mind. I can’t see or hear and my hands are tied behind my back. The pull continues and I take another step forward and I feel the blow again. Is the whip a punishment, an encouragement or a reward? I am getting confused about what is a reward and a punishment. I take another step forward and I feel the pinch of the whip on my naked skin. I also felt what I assume is a coffee table just below my knee. My nipples are being pulled more insistently and seem to tell me to go on top of the table. I kneel on top of the table and the whip hits my skins. My brain doesn’t know how to interpret all these signals. The clamps on my nipple are now being pulled downward. I bend down and the more I bend down the stronger the pull. My hands are still tied behind my back and I am about to lose my balance and my hands are suddenly freed just in time to catch myself before falling on my face.
I feel my wrist being handcuffed to the table. The nipple clamps are being pulled even more forcing me to expose my butt straight up into the air. I feel a pair of hands pushing my knees apart and being tied with ropes. Now I am completely vulnerable. There is nothing I can do. I am still not sure what is going on around the room. Am I alone? How is my Mistress planning to use me? I stay there for a few minutes completely exposed. Not knowing how many people are watching, if this whole thing is being video taped or if I am being photographed. What are they planning to do next? Soon I had my answer…
My hyper sensitive skin became aware of every change in the air around me. I could feel the air of one or more persons walking near me. I knew I was not alone but I had no idea who was there. All of a sudden I feel the coldness of a glass on my back. It feels like a wine glass. I flatten my back as fast as possible to prevent the glass from falling. Soon I am forced to hold two more glasses. The glasses are being removed and put back as if the people were drinking around me and using me as a table. I am focusing on my new senses. I feel the airflow around me but also the fabric of people’s clothes brushing against my skin. Every time this occurs the sensation is interpreted and an image immediately pops in my head. “Wool dark grey” The funny thing is that the image has color but I am blindfolded so there is no way for me to determine the color. I find it amusing . Interestingly enough I find my situation comfortable even though I have nipple clamps and I am handcuffed to a table holding glasses. A warm, firm hand grabs my balls and stretches them. I am surprised but I quickly remember the glasses. A rope is quickly tied around my balls and I can feel the tension as if the rope was tied to a hook on the ceiling. I then feel leather strips caressing my ass. The leather strips move away. All of a sudden all the glasses are lifted off my back and SMACK on the left cheek, SMACK on the right butt cheek and SMACK on my balls who are completely exposed. The glasses are quickly back on my back. I whimper but hold the glasses steady. I recover and all of a sudden all the glasses are lifted off my back and SMACK on the left cheek, SMACK on the right butt cheek and SMACK on my balls. The glasses are quickly placed on my back.
The mouth gag is removed and I can breathe. I am guess they wanted to hear my whimpering more clearly. That is until I felt a cock on my lips. I opened my mouth. The man slowly pushed his cock into my mouth. It was a long slow journey as I tried to balance the glasses on my back. I felt the cock was pretty deep into my throat and I had nowhere to go. I tried to move further back but the nipples were stretching my nipples and it was very painful. I tried to lower my entire body while maintaining a straight back but my balls were tied to the ceiling so I couldn’t do that either. I had no choice but to accept this huge cock. The man kept going so deep that I gagged. He pulled his cock out and I was able to breath a little. I could sense that the cock was not far away. All of a sudden the glasses were lifted and my ass and balls were whipped again. The guests certainly heard my whimpering this time. The cock touched my lips again and went in. This time I didn’t have any glasses to balance so I tried to move away but either my nipples or my balls would remind me that there is no point in struggling. Once again the cock went deep into my throat until I gagged. As the man pulled out his cock my ass and balls were being whipped. The man did not pull his cock all the way out this time. Instead he proceeded to fuck my mouth and fuck my mouth hard. I was completely focused on doing a good job knowing very well that the sooner he would come the shorter it would be. My mind shifted as my ass and balls were being whipped at the same time. My mind kept shifting from my mouth being fucked to my ass and balls being whipped. Eventually the man came in my mouth and the whipping stopped. Wave after wave of semen squirted in my mouth. The man pulled is limp cock out. I was proud to open my mouth and show all the semen I had collected. After a few minutes a hand closed my mouth and I took it as the signal to swallow…. To Be Continued
PlaisiretDouleur is a French barefoot runner, amateur writer, and fetichist who is passionate about the Mind-Body-Earth connection which he explores through barefoot running, meditation and in BDSM through pleasure and pain (Plaisir et Douleur in French). In his writing, Plaisiretdouleur attempts to describe his state of mind during various scenes he experienced. His struggles, his intimate feelings, and his acceptance. You can also reach out to him on Fetlife.