Review by slave MET!
Finally I had made it; a combination of warm sunshine, a
beautiful private garden, a delightful pool and lying totally
naked on a sun bed soaking up the sun, all of which I
had done before. The new exciting element was that this was a bdsm holiday! At any moment my Mistress might come round the
corner of the villa and summon me...
"YOU! COME HERE, NOW!" The shouted order came across the
garden in the hard tones of Northern England, I leapt out of the
chair and quickly walked across the lawn and followed her
towards the dungeon. Inside it was dark and hard to see after
the bright light of the sunshine outside. This didn't seem to
bother my Mistress at all; being already naked I was lead to the
St Andrew's cross and leather cuffs were quickly attached to
wrists and ankles and just as quickly shackled to the arms of the
cross. I was helpless. She smiled slightly as she picked up a pair
of clover leaf nipple clamps and attached them to my nipples, a few
tugs made sure they were biting nicely. She said "don't go away, I am just going to change and will be back
shortly!"
A few minutes later the door opened to readmit her, in a very
revealing outfit which emphasised her magnificent breasts and
long slim legs. I was taken off the cross and told to mount the
caning bench, once in position she started to pin me down by
fastening the leather straps across my back, one round
each of my thighs and two around each of the lower part of my
legs. Each arm was pulled forward and shackled to the front legs
of the bench. Madam Dee selected a tawse from her large
collection hanging on the walls and trailed it over my bare
backside, I shivered involuntarily. I couldn't see so much as
sense the arm holding the tawse being raised and drawn back, a
couple of seconds pause and then thwack! It landed squarely
across my bottom cheeks, a stinging pain, this lady clearly
didn't believe in soft things like warm ups. No nonsense
northern discipline was being applied! Already the arm had been
raised and was descending for the second hard stroke, by the
time she selected the second tawse from her arsenal my bottom
was red and glowing. Following the tawses, she chose a riding
crop to continue the discipline. In the corner of the room just in
front of my eyes was a cylindrical container from which the crop had
been withdrawn; also in the container were a large number of crook
handled canes and I wondered which ones I was going to experience
that first afternoon. She eventually selected one and I knew things
were getting serious when she ordered me to kiss the cane held in
front of my lips. I obeyed and asked her to cane me. One. Two. It
stung deliciously. "Why aren't you counting" came the sharp
question. "Sorry
Mistress" Right let's start again. Swish! One, thank you
Mistress! Swish! Two, thank you Mistress! And so it continued
for the first set of 10. There was no way to avoid the strokes,
I was very effectively strapped down, I could just thrust out my
bottom slightly to take each new stroke. Five sets of 10 were
administered before she selected the next cane from the
container. Again it was presented to my lips to be kissed and
worshipped before a further five sets of 10 were administered.
My first session and 100 strokes, how was I going to survive 3
more days of treatment like this?
Mistress released me from the bench only to have me turn round
and lay down on my back. Again the straps were tightly done up, this
time across my chest pinioning my arms to my sides in the process.
My legs were raised vertically and spread wide apart. Mistress
showed me a large strap on dildo, which I thought I would never
take. "Don't worry" she said, "we'll work up to that." Relief was
short lived because the next one she selected and strapped to her
body did not look much smaller. She rolled a condom onto the pink
penis-like dildo and stood facing the side of my head. "Suck it!"
she ordered. I turned my head and opened my lips to take the large
dildo. I licked and slurped greedily, enjoying the humiliation of
having to suck on a very life like penis before I got fucked with
it. "You are a slut"
she admonished. She walked to the end of the bench and spread
lube on my hole before slowly sliding the dildo inside me. She
started to move her hips backwards and forwards, moving the
large dildo up and down inside me. I moaned with pleasure and
looked up at her face, also lit up with pleasure at forcing a
sub to endure a really good humiliating fucking!
Of course it could only get worse. I was released from the bench
and told to lie down face up on the cold tiled floor. Mistress
said that she needed to relieve herself and with that pulled her
thong to one side exposing a set of beautiful smooth gaping-open
lips. She lowered herself slightly until about 2 feet above my
face. Then the hot salty stream hit my open mouth and splashed
around my face. It seemed to go on forever, I swallowed as much
as I could but it ran out of my lips and down my chin to join
the growing pool in which I was lying. Such humiliation!
"Right! Get up and go and get showered," she ordered, "I
think you will need a bondage session later." Just to make sure
that I didn't think I was going to escape that easily. A
couple of hours later just as it went dark, I was ordered into
my room and told to strip again. She took the little short chain
that I had given her and slipped it through my guiche ring. Then
she opened the PA ring and slipped the two ends of the chain onto
that ring before replacing the segment and taking away the tool. "Might as well get you into chastity now rather than
later" she said with a knowing smile. She fitted a leather
collar around my neck, the collar had a long strap that went
down my back and at equal distances down its length were 3
straps. I was told to put my arms together behind my back and
the first strap was tightened around my arms above my elbows
pulling my 2 arms painfully together. The second strap went
around them just below the elbows and the third strap around my
wrists. A leather hood was pulled over my head and the laces
pulled tightly to keep it in place around my head. I was guided
onto the bed so that I lay on my side. Next my ankles were bound
tightly together with rope, a second set of ropes were used at
the knees and a third set around my thighs. I was totally
immobile. She moved towards the door, saying "See you in a
while" and then left the room putting the light out and shutting
the door!
It was pitch dark, I couldn't see, I couldn't move but I
could feel the growing pain in my upper arms as the strap bit
into them. How long was I going to be left here? Would I be able
to stand the pain of the bondage? Would I have to shout for her
to have mercy and release me? Would she even hear if I did? Even
if she did hear, she might not have mercy!
Finally she returned but only to check that I was not in too
much serious discomfort and once satisfied that I was OK (in her
opinion) I was again left alone in the dark and silence. I think
the total time was about an hour which gave me plenty of time to
wonder how my sore bottom was going to endure the next day!
When she finally released me she told me to get a towel and put
on a dressing gown before leading me outside into the cool
evening air. We headed for the hot tub and life suddenly became
blissful again. The water was beautifully warm and bubbling, the
glass of white wine was never more welcome and being allowed to
share this wonderful experience with a beautiful naked woman was
delightful. We gazed up at the night sky and tried to identify
the constellations of stars. We chatted happily, both having
enjoyed the bdsm pleasures of the past few hours. I was of
course still a little uncomfortable...my cock didn't seem to
like the concept of not being able to rise to the occasion due
to the little chain keeping him firmly pointed downwards, still
you can't have everything!
The next afternoon she again took me into the dungeon. Today she
pulled a leather hood over my head which lacked any holes to see
through so anything she did from that point on would be totally
unexpected. She told me to lie down on a long table like bench
and fastened me down tightly with straps. The next thing I felt
was a searing pain to first one nipple and then to the other.
She was pouring hot candle wax onto them. I yelped but that was
mild to the reaction she got as she poured the next lot of hot
wax onto the head of my cock. I was totally unable to move out
of the way, I just had to put up with it. She then lit a
sparkler and I heard it hissing and spluttering as she brought
it nearer to my groin and I felt the hot sparks stinging my
thighs. Always very scary when you can't see what is going on,
it always intensifies the sensations!
I was transferred to the cross, this time facing inwards. She
proceeded to use one of her hard paddles on my still tender
bottom. Next it was the turn of my upper back to suffer as she
lashed it with a flogger in each hand, first one side and then
the other. Finally it was back onto the caning bench for 100
strokes with the cane before being fucked with the next size up
dildo. Afterwards she released me from chastity and I was told
to kneel on the floor and to bring myself off in front of her.
Later after dinner I was again put into bondage, bound in much
the same way as the previous evening except that tonight there
was a rope threaded through my guiche ring and attached to the
rope around my ankles so forcing me to keep my knees bent with
my ankles up near my bottom!
My last day was destined to be a little different because Madam
had another client coming in the afternoon for a punishment
session. I was informed that I needed to be out of the way and
there was no better place to put me out of sight than in the
dreaded TWS. Despite the sunshine it was still early in the year
and the chamber was rather cold and reckoned to be unsuitable
for overnight stays, otherwise I am sure that would have been my
fate. But it was quite warm enough to be locked in for a couple
of hours. I was told to strip and come to the TWS. Mistress
fitted a spreader bar between my ankles and cuffs joined with a
short chain to my wrists. I lay on my back on a thin mattress
and looked up at a chain that descended from the ceiling to the
floor beside me. Almost without thinking, Mistress took hold of
my flaccid cock and stretched it upwards. She took a large
padlock from off the chain and slipped the hasp through my PA
ring before hooking it to the chain and closing it with a snap!
With that she backed out closing first the barred door and then
the outer solid door plunging the cell into darkness. I lay
there not daring to move for fear of doing myself a real injury
courtesy of the chain, padlock and my PA ring!
Mistress had said I would be in the cell for about an hour,
which might have been the case if the gentleman had done the
decent thing and arrived on time. In fact he was nearly an hour
late, something he suffered for but also extended considerably
my time chained up. Eventually I could hear voices through the
wall from the dungeon and then the satisfying swish, thwack as
Madam's cane landed on the gentleman's backside. It is
always a satisfying thing to hear someone else being caned. I
enjoyed it at school and still do! When Mistress finally came
back to release me I first heard the tap of stiletto heels
approaching before the cell door was thrown open and my eyes
fell upon the exciting sight of Mistress in her very tight white
jodhpurs, tight white blouse and black patent high heeled
ankle boots. She released me and I was only too pleased to kneel
and kiss those delightful boots and thank her for a wonderful
holiday!
By slave MET
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