my Fourth Session - a slave's story

i travel close to five hours to see Mistress Lalique. i could easily meet with a New York City Mistress in a third of the time. Why do i spent the extra time and effort? Because She is in every way worth it. i was captivated by Her web site and so i approached Her for service. my first phone conversation with Her sealed my fate. i was captivated by Her voice, Her commanding demeanor, Her glowing intelligence, and Her obvious love of domination.

Mistress Lalique is a sadist. A caring, loving, blue eyed sadist, but a true sadist. i am never allowed to forget that during a session. She has the most intense, compelling, hypnotic eyes that i have ever encountered. The way Her eyes bore into mine reduces me further into my servile state and warns me that i am in Her full control. By looking into her eyes i know when She is pleased, angry, or planning some painful mischief solely for Her own pleasure. There is a glint and a glee in that pellucid blue. There is complete confidence of control. And it's all verified by Her miraculous smile, the last thing i see before She places the blindfold or hood over my eyes and says, "Good night My dear."

i always bring my Mistress presents. Poetry, music, equipment. For Christmas i bought Her an inflatable gag, a toilet training gag, and an inflatable latex hood. Now for Her birthday i have in the car with me a penalty box that i have made for Her dungeon. i always travel in accordance with Mistress Lalique's instructions. Today, as i leave home, i am wearing pink thong panties, white thigh highs, my genitals are shaved, and my butt plug is securely in place. When i arrive at Her house i knock and await patiently for Her to answer. There is always a wait. When She opens the door i am once again astounded by Her beauty and presence. She is dressed in a red and black PVC teddy, black stockings, and black high heels. i can see Her beautiful breasts emerging form the top of Her teddy. Around Her neck is a narrow black collar with many short links of chain dangling from it. She is holding a cigarette and is so regal and commanding that i immediately drop before Her. In my awe and excitement i forget to tell Her what an honor and pleasure it is to be in Her presence once again. She assures me i will be punished for my oversight. i sigh.

Mistress loves the penalty box. She orders me to strip to my panties and stockings and to climb into the box. It is a narrow slightly rectangular frame inside which i sit on a cushioned seat. my arms are pulled back and locked to the back posts; my legs pulled up, wrapped around the outside of the front posts and locked in place. Two hinged top pieces which function as yokes are lowered and then then locked in place about my neck. my vulnerable, firmly secured head emerges above the yokes. Mistress loves the idea of using locks because they emphasize the total inescapability of the box. The box is on casters and She wheels me over near the window and one of Her cabinets. She picks out the inflatable gag and a blindfold. "Good night My dear", she murmurs and i am plunged into darkness. She fits the butterfly gag into my mouth and inflates it with the dangling bulb. My cheeks fill out and the expanded center bulb excludes all talk. Mistress Lalique laughs and tells me, "You look like a chipmunk!" Next She places a cock cage on my stiff cock, pulls it tight and secures it to one of the eye bolts on the box. Nipple clamps are added and Her little chipmunk is ready for fun. i can't move a muscle. She grabs my feet and starts to tickle them. Despite the reflex action i can't move my feet more than a few inches. Gleefully She asks, "What's wrong slut?" She adores my dilemma and continues Her torment. i dread that She will use the bastinado but the next sound i hear is that of a single tail whip cracking near my body as She tests out the distance. The first few attempts are interfered with by the posts, but then She finds her range and i feel the single tail's sting as it lands on my back, my arms, and my legs. She laughs. i scream though little sound emerges. i have no idea which part of my body will be assaulted next. i only know that She is happy. "What's the matter, slut? What are you moaning about?" She asks this just before She lands another s inging blow. my replies are unintelligible which only amuses Her more. in my mind's eye i can see Her face brightened with sadistic glee and despite my pain i am pleased.

At last the single tail stops and i hear Her reconfiguring Her bondage bench. When She's finished She walks over to the box, releases me, and guides me, for i am still blindfolded, to the bench. It is about waist high and i am made to straddle it and then to lie flat on my back. My feet are secured to the supporting chain at one end and my arms pulled over my head and secured at the other end. And then i feel the cigarette on my nipples. A light burn but as soon as i scream it stops. Immediately it is repeated on the same nipple, then the other nipple and then my cock and then... and then on my groin, just above my my cock. The duration lasts longer than a second. i scream and scream and She finally stops. But She repeats it again and then again and again, working Her way up my groin in a straight line. i can't see but the pain doesn't leave and know these are burn marks that i will see for some time to come.

The next sound i hear is that of a length of Saran Wrap being freed up and then i am being mummified. She starts at my feet and works Her way up my body. my cock is rock hard but it is flattened to my body by the wrap. my hands are crossed over my stomach and soon they too are encased and i am utterly helpless. She continues on up to my shoulders and neck and then works Her way back down. i experience a moment of panic because if anything i now have even less movement than i had in the box. But i trust my Mistress. i know that She will hurt me, but i know also that She will keep me safe. We have discussed trust and i have relinquished control to Her.

There is a pause when She finishes. She asks me if i am comfortable. "Are you hot?" "Are you sweating?" "Are you chilly?" No, like Goldilocks i am just right. Actually i'm in heaven because She cares. And She's assured. Very assured. And then i feel hot wax dripping on my body: my nipples, my chest, my cock and balls. Even with the wrap it is surprisingly hot. i know worse is to come and i don.t have to wait long for now She is snipping way the wrap around my cock and balls and then dripping hot wax directly on them. i am writhing and moaning. Is it pain or ecstasy? Do i care?

A burning candle is stuck vertically between my legs just below my balls and another similarly inserted in my mouth. "Hold on to it slut, it's lit." She advises. i hear Her move away and then i hear the sound of stirring. i know that She is getting ready to ladle out the aromatic soup She keeps hot all winter in the crock pot. And then She is pouring it on me. The heat of the molten wax immediately spreads and penetrates through the wrap to my chest, stomach, groin, and genitals. It is far more intense and enveloping than the dripping wax. my senses are aflame. When the wax hits my exposed cock and balls and especially my burns i hear myself screaming once again. Because the wax pools it doesn't cool quickly. The agony persists.

i hear the ladle being replaced and i sigh and i drift off into sub space. After a minute, or is it two or five... i can't tell time anymore....Mistress pulls me back. She is blowing smoke in my face. i know that lips are only a couple of inches from mine. i desperately and futilely reach for Her lips. Hungrily i inhale Her smoke. "What's the problem slut?" She laughs. "i want You so badly Mistress. i love You Mistress!" i moan, plead, and beg with frustration and desire. "Poor slut." She coos. Then i feel the cigarette melting through the wax and burning my engorged and trapped cock. i scream and She stops. She picks another spot and repeats the process. "This wax is ruining My cigarette." She complains. i hear Her relight it and then i helplessly submit as She recommences and inflicts more burns on the shaft, on the head, and then on my balls. But she is not finished. Again i hear the ladle and She quickly and liberally pours more liquid wax over my genitals. It hits the burns, it pools under the wrap at the base of balls and around my upper thighs. the heat doesn't dissipate. i'm caught between searing pain and erotic delight. And yes, not knowing where my head is at, i'm screaming again. Before She releases me from the wrap She picks up a heavy cat o' nine tails and whips the wax off me. Painfully She pulls chunks of it off my cock and balls. When i cry out She objectively advises, "Well, My dear, perhaps you'll shave better next time." i take Her message to heart.

At last i am released and made to crawl and kneel before Her as She sits in Her favorite chair. "Present!" she commands. With trembling fingers i take a cigarette out of the pack, place it in Her mouth and light it for Her. She will make use of my mouth as an ashtray and put the cigarette out on my tongue. i know this from past experience. i must also keep the ashtray clean which means frequently crawling with it to the wastebasket, emptying it, wiping it clean and crawling back to Her. At Her command i start a fire in her wood burning stove. i remove my butt plug because it keeps pushing out on its own. When i return i see the toilet gag and the hood that i gave Her and i comment on them. Her eyes widen and She smiles that wonderful, seductive, evil, playful grin. she moves to the gag and holds it up before me. She orders me to crawl toward the bondage bench. Just before we reach it she stops, spreads Her legs, bends over, and tells me to kiss Her gorgeous ass. There is only the thinnest piece of material running between Her beautifully sculpted cheeks, and i don't need to be asked more than once. On hands and knees i dive in. No sooner do i get started than She swings the gag between Her legs hitting my cock and balls. i close my legs to protect myself. She muses aloud, "I thought I was always allowed access to My cock and balls." i know my cock and balls are Hers and i recognize that Her gorgeous ass will be removed from the reach of my kisses if i don't comply. Immediately i spread my legs, dive in once more and allow Her to beat my genitals with the gag. A toilet gag as a pendulum of torture. Suddenly She stops, orders me onto the bench, secures me, smiles as she leans over me, and shows me the toilet gag with its hard, wide tubed opening (guaranteeing my open mouth) and then stuffs it in my mouth and buckles it behind my head. This is followed by "Good night My dear." Darkness ensues and then something placed in the gag. i can feel the end of it with y tongue. i hear the camera clicking, and then i sense Her standing over me. i beg Her to let me watch. "But you have to beg properly My dear. You have to say Moet with strawberries." "Moet with strawberries, Mistress. Please Mistress, Moet with strawberries." i childishly plead. She laughs, relents, and removes the blindfold. She is standing above me, Her legs straddling my head. It is a funnel that She has inserted into the gag opening. She has the camera up to Her face and then she starts peeing. i'm a good piss drinker and i swallow it all without choking or asking for a rest. She takes several pictures. i'm humiliated; i'm honored; i'm drinking the most delightful, delicious beverage on the face of this wonderful planet. i'm hard as a rock once again. She stops and then starts again . She smiles. O would that this world were without end!

    

    

Then Mistress's house slut enters. She briefly plays with his nipples and then hands him the camera. She returns to caning me pausing only to use the cane as a bastinado. These strokes on my feet are particularly painful and they don't count toward the twenty five. They never do. They are solely (pardon the pun) for Her amusement. Her house slut leaves the room and the caning resumes. my nipples are in agony and i am sweating. i am reaching my limit and then i am crying; sobbing. Mistress notices and eases up on the last few blows, but She does complete the punishment. She releases me and holds my head in Her lap as i am curled up on the floor. "Give me Your pain. Give it to Me.", She gently urges. For a long time She strokes my head as i sob and She soothes me. She has given me Her pain and now i am giving Her mine. i am exhausted; drained, but ever so happy to lying in the lap of my Mistress's care. i could stay here forever.