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I have just returned from another memorable visit with Lady Lydia. “Goddess” is the new term of endearment and whining for relief that I use. I have determined that it is easier to utter/mumble one two-syllable word than two two-syllable words, when partially coherent while one is caught up in her web of torments. I will try to keep this as short as possible, but it will not be an easy task, considering what I endured, and the pleasure that I received.

I was greeted at the door by the Goddess wearing an unbelievable two-piece, black with red trim bra and panty set, and thigh-high shiny-black stiletto heeled boots. As in previous visits, one is escorted into her comfortable receiving area, and she helps to ease oneself into revealing some of one’s most hidden desires and fantasies. This time, things seemed to be rushed along by the Goddess, and I thought to myself that she had not recovered from her four days of partying in the desert, and wanted to get moving along so that she could melt down. I was ushered into the bathroom and ordered to get my ass in gear and get out pronto.

She led me into the main room of her dungeon and produced a pair of leather wrist cuffs, ending in a pair of D-rings. These she attached together and extended my arms over my head and clipped them to a large ring hanging by a chain from the ceiling. I thought to myself, “This is cool!” I was not even standing on my toes. Lady Lydia then walked over to the dreaded umbrella stand that contains some of the nastiest looking and brutal feeling canes in existence. I have told her before that I Hate the canes, right, like that counts when you play with a sadist. She picked up one that I have not had the pleasure/pain of its sensations before. I am not sure, but I think it was about 3/8” square and made out of rattan. She informed me that I had twelve coming for the demerits I had incurred during pre-session (my big mouth!) She layed them into me, and I held myself in control, not letting her know of the extreme cut that they administered. I kept count to myself and when she finished I informed her that she had made a mistake and that she had miscounted: it was fourteen! Wrong thing, the Goddess does not make mistakes, and I was told that now she would have to give me the fourteen. I made it to eight, and I twisted my body so she would not have access to my ass cheeks. This is hard to do when one is in the middle of the room, and all she had to do was follow me in the circle, but I continued to count.

I was unclipped from the ring and led over to a corner and told to sit on the floor, but this is not an easy task to accomplish just after being tenderized. Upon getting situated, I was told, “Don’t just sit there, lie down on your back.” I looked around for a nice warm comfy blanket, and realized that was not going to happen, I was not there for my comfort. At least my warmed up ass cheeks would be insulated from the cold floor. The Goddess produced a roll of cling film. Boy, that’s dumb, how does one get wrapped up lying on the floor. This question was quickly answered as Lady Lydia started on one side, up over my chest and, when the roll was on the other side, I was instructed to roll towards her; the roll was pushed under me, and back I rolled to the other side. This was repeated numerous times until I was wrapped from under my armpits to just above my groin area. She then pulled my arms above my head and roped them off to an eyebolt set in the floor.

My vision was partially blocked by my ground-level position, and my squinting to make the sensations in my cheeks subside. Lady Lydia came back over to me and knelt again on the floor, then rudely rolled me onto my side, and I could feel her attaching electrical pads to my cheeks (this is good, the Bonneville Power District and I are friends) but to new places: the calves and backside of my thighs. Then, those cool fingers were gripping my balls, and down and around the base of the sac went the grounding ring.

What, the doorbell just rang! Boy, was that poor soul in for trouble, ringing the bell during a session. Then I heard voices as they got closer to the playroom. The Goddess was not going to expose me in this position to someone off the streets! I closed my eyes, heard the clicking of heels, then silence. All of a sudden, fine strands of hair played about my face and a smooth sounding voice was calling my name. I opened my eyes and “Oops, I did it again”.

During the previous session, I had told the Goddess that I would enjoy doing another double with her and Mistress Lola, but I wanted it to be a surprise, as I would enjoy (I thought) an Angel/Devil, Good-Cop/ Bad-Cop fantasy. After booking an evening session and getting airline tickets in May for June, I was on her web page and the specialty of the month would be the availability of a double, but it would have to be earlier in the day. So I put it out of my mind and would wait until July. (But this is why I was rushed through pre-session negotiation. Boy, is the Goddess devious!)

The Goddess had left the cane lying on the floor and, like a bird dog, Mistress spotted it and proceeded to give my nipples a warm up. Meanwhile, Lady Lydia rolled me onto my side again, spread my cheeks, and rudely inserted something up my anal passage. Then, she rolled me onto my back, stood up and lifted my legs into the air, and roped them to a hanging chain. Both of the beauties were carrying on, chit chatting away, and I was being treated as an inanimate object. Now, with my legs in the air, more cling film from my mid-section to my legs wrapped me tightly in an insulated and ever tightening cocoon.

My nipples were on fire and I think the Mistress could sense this as she moved to the bottoms of my feet with the cane. I begged for the Goddess to stop her as my feet are overly sensitive. Mistress backed off, but now my turbulent cock and balls became her center of attention with the cane. I stated that the Goddess had been out of town earlier. Well, she just so happened to have picked up some new “toys” and just had to let Mistress play with me with them. But wait, the Goddess started to adjust some knobs. I could hear the clicks in between my whining, and I got hit first on my ass cheeks, then my anal passage, then my calves. (Wow, did that make my feet flex and curl!) The one on my thighs made me almost bend in two, and this created great mirth for the both of them. Mistress was given what I heard said was a “lollipop”, and I opened my eyes to observe a green acrylic handle, about twelve inches long with an oval shaped paddle on one end. Oh, what fun Mistress had alternating between my nipples, balls, thighs, and the sides of my arms. I begged the Goddess for mercy. Mistress asked why I was begging the Goddess and not her, and I stated that the Goddess was there to protect and serve me! Wrong answer! Ladies do not serve! Whop, whop, whop. I stated that I said it wrong, protect me, and I was to serve. Whop, whop, whop was for just lying.

Oh shit! The voltage was being turned up, whatever was in my ass was growing, my balls were being fried, and the Mistress was merciless. They both continued to keep the chatting going. I asked them what all the talk was about, and Lady Lydia informed me that they had not talked in four days, and I was to shut up. I could not shut up; I was into full babbling by then. Out came the damn penis gag and into my mouth; my whining was turned into a low mph.

As the pain started to turn into pleasure, and I started to enter my “Happy Place”, Lola would keep nudging me to keep me alert. After about six times I just wanted to grab her around the neck and put the “lollipop” up her ass. Lola kept asking me, as she was tormenting me, whether I was going to cry like a baby. There was no way I was going to give her that pleasure. I felt the cling film being cut and removed from around my nipples. Out came the tin of the nasty little clips. I can tell by the sound it makes! My over-sensitized nipples were well adorned, then Lola thought that, since my lips were protruding around the gag, they needed clips too. Oh, and why not the nostrils and ear lobes. I continued to drift into my Happy Place, but no, Lola was intent on not letting it happen. Lady Lydia, who was still on her knees beside me, bent across me to pick up something. I tried to reach up and lick a bead of sweat off of her belly button. Okay, there was no sweat, and Lola caught me. Wham, wham, wham! Boy, that was a bad move on my part.

The clips were removed and, oh shit, the return of the blood flow to the nipples! I was there; no, Lola was again preventing me. Then it hit me, wax, and Lady Lydia must have motioned to Lola to give me a break and ,wow, I was there in my Happy Place. In and out I went as the continuous drips of wax kept hitting me from my belly button to my brutalized nipples.

I came back down in time for Lola to whisper in my ear “Goodbye.” She left, and Lady Lydia lowered my feet down, unwrapped my legs from the cling film, and told me to roll over on my stomach. Out came the anal electric plug. I felt the cool feeling of something being dribbled on my anal passage, and then I felt her “strap-on” gliding up my passage. My body just gives itself away, as effortlessly it went in up to the hilt. Once Lady Lydia was done, I just lay there, a quivering mass of emotionally drained hulk. The Goddess provides no sexual services, and I am glad of that. I would assuredly have required an EMS ambulance.

My, how three hours click by! Now, the waiting game begins, until next month’s session. I have asked the Goddess if and when I would hit the wall, and she just smiled and said, “Never!”

evad

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