This was my second visit to see Lady Lydia and previously, in a ridiculous state of giddiness, I had stated that I could probably have handled more pain. Lady Lydia’s memory is exemplary and she soon reminded me of this as we went through the pre-session discussion – at this point my stomach began to turn even faster than it had been!
Our session started with ankle suspension with my hands tied to the floor and my c&b tethered to a cross bar between my ankles. Clips were attached to my c&b and then the single tail came out – gentle wafts across my c&b followed by serious cracks across butt and back. I have an inability to keep still, which means that I started to swing around, losing orientation and where the next streak of pain was going to come from – this made it even more exciting/terrifying, but I love the single tail so much and one wielded by Lady Lydia made this first phase exhilarating.
I was then lowered down and the removal and replacement of the clips started with the desired effect and then the nasty little hair clips were attached to my glans, which took the pain to a new level. The pain of attachment soon receded, but then I knew that the removal was going to be bad news – however the clips on the glans just needed to be touched to start the whole cycle off again, so the removal bit became even more of a mental issue. This was exacerbated this time, as Lady Lydia said she needed a step ladder for the next phase of my treatment – this was actually in another building, as she had lent it to some builders. So she tied me up again with the glans clips still in place, then got changed into civvies, comforted me with the words “don’t go away” (I think that is in the Mistress book of humour, chapter 1) and went next door, returning about 5 minutes later, but seeming to be longer with my mind increasingly creating the pain that was going to happen when the clips came off. Lady Lydia nonchalantly checking to see if I was okay with a “comforting” stroke of my clipped glans made my anticipation of what was to come even more of a nightmare. Well, suffice to say, I was right!!!!
Lady Lydia then moved me to her medical room with a traditional operating table and a frame above it with various attachments. With me lying on my back, she then attached a series of clips on both sides of my body and then threaded a long thin rope through each clip and then up and over a chain hanging from the frame. The final result was a web of rope attached to the clips, which were uncomfortable but not agonising at this point. Next the tension of the ropes was increased – clever stuff as a pull on the single end of the rope made all the ropes tensioned to the same extent. The rope end was then tied off and the potential of the operating table came into its own, as the bed could move up and down with the press of the foot pedal – naturally the down motion was agony. This was exacerbated by me just breathing in and out. I had asked about exploring breath play further and Lady Lydia produced a piece of cling film, that she just lay over my face and let me do the rest. If I breathed too heavily, I would suck it into my face and cut off my mouth and nose – similarly when I had control over my breathing, Lady Lydia would then drop the table further and my gasp of pain would again result in me sucking the cling film onto my face.
Next came the real nightmare – the removal of the clips. The first one came off and I screamed like hell. However, as a true sadist Lady Lydia then started to press the skin that was white and protruding, which was unbelievably painful. I was then told that each clip would only be removed once my endorphins had died down, so more time to anticipate and then.....aaargh!!! Whether I was making the pain worse in my head or whether it was because the clips were on longer and longer I don’t know, but each successive one was worse to the point that even the lightest touch of Lady Lydia’s tongue on the piece of skin had me screaming.
When that was done, we went for something to eat, so I could recover for the next phase. This was good and bad, the good being that I rested and had food, but the bad being that I obviously came down, which meant that when Lady Lydia commenced my caning I had no natural endorphin protection. She has a real penchant for the thighs and this time the back – both areas were extremely painful, as the fast frequency of strokes gave me no time for recovery and the areas became more and more sensitive. T he welts and bruising on my back and legs were very pretty and the classic tram lines of the cane made it a work of art. (Some people may think that caning the back is dangerous, but in the hands of a technically skilled artist, i.e. Lady Lydia, I had no fears at all for my health.)
When this finished Lady Lydia asked if I wanted to do one more thing—as a compulsive masochist there was only going to be one answer! We moved back to the operating table for some needle play, but I soon realised I was spent, so after a little play we stopped as I was pretty much out of it. I cleaned myself up and sat at the feet of Lady Lydia and could only reflect on how quickly 5 hours can pass, and what was another amazing experience at the hands of Lady Lydia.
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