w HOW I IMAGINE MY FIRST SESSION WITH MISTRESS ANA DE SADE
To my lovely Mistress Ana or a love story or...
Memories from our punishment meetings
Sometimes I feel I´m borne masochist even if this is against nature. Probably I have had a tuff education as a child. My need for domination, humiliation, degradation and pain has increased over the years. To day I feel I can give up everything to serve a mistress full time.
I have a good reputation as a professional management trainer and I have spent many years earning this reputation. Every time I visit old buildings such as old castles, where we sometimes have seminars I spend time thinking if there might be a dungeon somewhere and if, may be, there is a slave serving a Mistress in the castle.
But this is now behind me and the star on my heaven is Mistress Ana. As usual I was looking at "max fisch domina guide" on the internet. As I had plans for Madrid I looked at Spain. There I found a number of Mistresses. After looking through all the web sites I choose Mistress Ana. The entire message, pictures and information from Mistress Ana were thrilling, exciting and turned me on. I decided to write a mail, describing my needs and myself. She needed very detailed information. I also told her that my Spanish language is equal to zero. She wrote back telling me about my language problem: "Don´t worry about that. I will teach you using my special methods."
So I met my Mistress last year and this created a new dimension for me. I never forget the first meeting. I´m always nervous to start a new experience. I had bought a bottle of Champagne and a small wooden horse (dalahorse) from Sweden. I entered the elevator and pressed button no 13. There I was, standing outside her door and my heart was beating like a big hammer. I rang the bell and waited. It took some time. This was like an eternity but suddenly the door was open and there she was, my lovely Mistress. I was and I still am forbidden to look my Mistress into her eyes and I have learnt accordingly through a number of slaps in my face. This was actually the first learning experience. I handed over the bottle of champagne and was told to go to her bathroom and strip.
When this was done I could come into her room for inspection. She told me not to move and of course not look into her eyes. Then she put on the handcuffs. My Mistress put me then in a chair took out a rope and tied me up carefully. She then put clips on my nipples, those with "crocodile teeth". Then Mistress Ana started her Spanish lesson number one. I was told to tell my Mistress all Spanish words I know. If a word was wrong or I couldn´t explain or if I stopped talking, she whipped me with her powerful horsewhip. Always on my legs. Sometimes she changed into a leather strap. This continued for twenty minutes. Then suddenly my Mistress whipped me with a small cat-o-nine tail on my nipples until the clips were gone.
Whatever my Mistress does she creates an atmosphere which is unpredictable. You never know what will happen. But one thing is for sure, it happens. A lot of pain but always the positive pain, the pain I like and the pain I dream of. She is really a creator of a sadistic atmosphere.
Then she released me and I had to stand up and against the wall. Not move, completely still. Then slowly she took out a cane and began to tease me with a few soft lashes. Then she stopped and told me once again to stand still and look into the wall. Suddenly I felt hard lashes on my bottom. She told me to count in Spanish. After 15 lashes she stopped. I could feel the burning pain but at the same time something extra fantastic. I asked for more. "Mas, por favor". But this was all for this time.
My Mistress has a strong arm, which of course facilitates the caning a lot. I dreamt about the whole session during my taxi ride to my hotel but also during the night. She is different. I have met many Mistresses but she is different.
When I left Mistress Ana that night I had only one thing in my mind – to contact her for another meeting.
My next meeting was 2 days later. Same procedure. Champagne and a slap in my face because I was looking her right into her eyes. I couldn´t help it and it was worth it. As I mentioned before. She is unpredictable. You never know what will happen. After taking off my clothes my Mistress told me to sit on the chair. Then she tied me up to complete immobility. I was blindfolded and she put one of her stockings in my mouth and closed my mouth with a tape. Then she took out two clothespins and put on my nipples. She then took a rope and tied it at the clothespins to bend them downwards which caused a lot of pain on my nipples.
Then suddenly I was left alone. I heard her walking away to another room. After a long while my Mistress came back. I could smell something burning. I was tortured with wax on my body, especially my nipples and my penis. The feeling is enormous, the pain, the atmosphere, my Mistress, the immobility, everything in combination is a fantastic dream. She has made the combination. She has created everything.
Then she started asking me questions in Spanish. Of course I couldn't answer. My mouth was full of her stocking. I got ten lashes from her riding crop because of not answering. This was on my legs and it was hard. This went on quite a while. Obviously my Mistress enjoyed torturing me like this. She then took out the stocking from my mouth and started the Spanish lesson. Luckily for me I had studied some Spanish since last time. At least enough to answer her questions. But same procedure as before. If I answered in the wrong way I got at least ten lashes. She ended the Spanish lesson and whipped away the wax from my body including the clothespins. This hurts a lot.
Then she freed me from the ropes and ordered me to stand against the wall. I know what was going to happen. I got twenty lashes with the cane. Ten lashes and a short break and then another ten hard canings. Of course I had to count the lashes in Spanish. I am very good at counting in Spanish now.
I was then told to lie on the floor and worship my Mistress wonderful feet. This was the end of the session. As always with my mistress this was special. When lying on the floor completely still she put her feet, one at the time up in my face and told me to lick and worship. This was a fantastic experience. I have never thought of foot fetish as one of my things.This session started dreams within me to become her slave full time (24/7). I had to leave Madrid to return to my home country but promised myself to come back.
In the meantime I was dreaming about being a full time slave to Mistress Ana. I sent email every week discussing different subject but most of my entire next trip to Madrid. It was strange but several nights I was dreaming of being the full time slave to Mistress Ana. This dream came back many nights.
It started with a question at email if it was possible to be a 24/7 slave. I was waiting two weeks for the answer. When it came it was positive but as she wrote have "on my conditions and this goes for everything. You cannot choose or decide or beg for mercy. You have to take what you receive from me. And I´m not talking about food or something. I´m talking about pain. I will teach you to learn to take more pain than you are doing right now. Don´t forget that I´m using you as a toy. Even if we are friends you must know your place and the relationship slave – Mistress."
After this positive answer I started planning my trip to Madrid. My wife had decided to go somewhere else together with her friend and neighbour. They are always looking for a last time flight. We decided on two weeks.
Now I was standing in the elevator and pressed button 13. My feelings were like first time, exciting but a little bit scared. I had my Mistress words very clear in my head:
"on my conditions and this goes for everything. You cannot choose or decide or beg for mercy. You have to take what you receive from me. And I´m not talking about food or something. I´m talking about pain. You to learn to take more pain than you are doing right now. Don´t forget that I´m using you as a toy. Even if we are friends you must know your place and the relationship slave – Mistress."
There I stood in front of my Mistress. "So you dared to come. You know now it is too late to run away. I really look forward to a slave full time. At the same time I will have a toy to experiment with. During those 2 weeks I can guarantee that your pain level will be doubled. There will be exercises at least twice a day. I have bought a special cane for you. I call it the Nils cane."
Take off your clothes and lye on the table. Let's try the Nils cane. Now slave count the lashes. You can be sure we will not stop at 10. Count in Spanish por favor. And the training started, both my Spanish lessons and my slave lessons. I knew I had no problems with the first ten but after that. When we reached 12 I failed with my Spanish and she started all over again. I must admit that I had certain problem to count because when we reach 12 again it hurt badly. The last 6 was not too bad. In a strange way the pain changed into a strange lovely feeling which completely was in line with my masochistic disposition.
Unfortunately I always wake up from my sensational dreams, the dreams where I can be together with my Mistress. I adore her. I adore the worship of her feet, her ways of punishing me with the cane, at the same time the way she is caring. My dream now is to meet her again. We have mail contacts and this gives me a reason to rush into my computer room, turn on my computer to see if there are any mails from my Mistress Ana.
Many, many thanks for everything. Till we meet again.
Your humble slave N...
12/22/2002
BLUE EYES
(Or the slave that never obeyed an order)
They are many slaves who ask their Mistresses to give them a new name. Blue Eyes was no exception and made the corresponding petition in his third or fourth e-mail. I thought about a name that would represent him adequately and I remember that I bestowed upon him that of some mythological god that, at that time, seemed appropriate to me. He did not keep it for long, since as from his first flight I began to think about him as Blue Eyes. This is how I called him since then and this will be his name forever ... But I am beginning to think that it will be better to start at the beginning.
1. THE VIRTUAL SLAVE
One day, among a myriad of other messages, I found his first e-mail in my mailbox. I liked his style and a certain contained passion that I may out in his words. I answered and send him my conditions and then I completely forgot about him. On the following day, while entering my mailbox, I remembered him and I wondered if that might have answered. After a quick glimpse at the entry tray, I discovered his message among the others, and his was the first message that I opened that afternoon. He agreed about everything, etc. etc. and wanted to be my slave. a few days and some e-mails later, I became his Mistress, and thus began the long but most intensive and craziest story of virtual Domination that can be imagined.
We wrote to each other several times a day and we soon it added a daily several hour-long chat session. We also spoke on the phone that this happened only once or twice and very briefly. In reality we maintained along continuous conversation, sometimes through the e-mail and sometimes in a live connections. Luckily, the time difference we had allowed us to have some time to sleep and take care of our lives.
Several months passed, until certain changes took place in my slave life together with some problems which required his urgent attention. Our communication first decreased and then suddenly was cut. The time passed and when I had already got used to the idea that I would know no more of him, he suddenly reappeared. Dominating Blue Eyes again became my main occupation.
This was a very gratifying occupation. Never had I had such a or sweet, submissive, proactive, intelligent, passionate and sincere slave. The only problem was that, even though he declared himself "my total slave", he never fulfilled my orders outside the sessions. If, during a chat session, I ordered him to do this or that the following day, he would neither protest nor argue; he would just say: " that is how it will be, Mistress" ... and then would forget all about it. When I asked him if he had carried out of my orders, the answer was always negative. This was quite intolerable for me, and my immediate reaction was to punish him as he deserved ; but he was so sweet and he seemed so pained for having disobeyed and so sincere or when he assured me that his only wish was to please me, that he managed to decrease my Rough and, almost always, to elude punishment. It was clear that educating him from so far away was nearly impossible. Partly because of his character and partly because of the predilection that I felt for him. But during the sessions he was an exceptional slave deadeye fancied using in very diverse ways.
After his congenital incapacity to obey orders, I discovered his tendency to disappear periodically. This occurred in various occasions and every time I proposed myself I would not readmit him when he reappeared. This was a promise I never kept although Blue Eyes must have sensed that I had that intention, and when several months later I received an e-mail of his, he would sometimes tell me about some serious problems that he had had in order to make me feel pity for him and sometimes he would only send three or four words to arouse my curiosity.
During the whole of the time that this intensive virtual Mistress/slave relationship lasted, the relation was chaotic and I was never completely sure who was dominating who. During that phase, the rest of my slaves could be classified into three categories: those who committed the terrible crime of not even remotely looking like Blue Eyes, those that vaguely reminded me of him and those who never had the chance to enjoy one of my sessions because the day they contacted me I only wanted to dominate him.
Taking everything negative into account, and the fact that are were virtual encounters, perhaps because of their virtuality, no longer satisfied me fully, one-day, I told my slave and not to appear again. That very instant I felt as if I had freed myself of the considerable weight. As if I had taken a stone out of my shoe. This order he did obey, although I must admit that it did not make me very happy. However, a few days later I was able to recover my tranquillity, my energy and the interest for it might other slaves and the rest of the world.
Life came back to normal and soon, he who had been my favourite slave, was only a nice recollection.
2. A VERY SPECIAL MEETING
It was a cold and grey afternoon. I had already got dressed for the meeting. I did not know the slave that about to arrive; I only knew he would be in Madrid for a few days. We had always communicated by e-mail and by that means we had agreed on the day and the time and I had given him my address.
The doorbell rang at the appointed time. When I opened the door the first thing I saw was a great big bunch of yellow roses. He surprised me, as it is quite common for my slaves to bring the flowers, but they nearly always choose red rosebuds. I invited the flowers and their bearer to come in. I still had not had the chance to see his face and he said "Thank you". My heart stopped for a moment. That voice ......... "keep calm" - I thought - "it is only the accent". The bunch of roses had already filed past me, then I saw his face and I had no more doubt it was blue lights. He gave no sign of confirmation. Was I having visions? I had only seen a photograph of his and that was from some time ago. People change, but ... I decided not to say anything, and wait and see. I greeted him quietly, I accepted the flowers with a smile and told him what he was to do.
While I was waiting for my "new slave" to get ready for the session, my impressions became absolute certainty; the sensation of the presence of someone I knew very much, the expectation, the chemistry that there had always been between us, it was all there.
Some minutes later, he came in, nude as I had ordered, and he knelt before me. I approached him and I watched him for a long time. If all my sensations were not enough, there were the two scars that were exactly where I knew they had to be. They were almost imperceptible, but they were there... just like the tone of the skin, the colour of the hair and the eyes (it was difficult for me to see them since kept his eyes down as I had ordered him to do). I passed a finger gently by his scars. He quivered. My mind was going at full speed; what did he want? Did he imagine that I was not going to recognise him? and if so, why did he want to see me as an unknown person? He had always been a little insane, but now he had gone too far. I was going to put an end to his act immediately.
- I understand that yellow roses are for apologising for something - I said - what do you want to apologise about, Blue Eyes?
- Everything, Divine Mistress.
While he said this he bent down to my feet and kissed them. His voice was broken by the emotion of the moment. I lowered my hands and I sent my fingers into his hair. How much had I always wished to do that!. Now I could do that..... and everything else as well.
I ripped my ankles from his embrace and I sat down at his side. Blue Eyes was still at my feet and with a gesture I stopped him from touching them. I had to make some questions and obtain some answers before I would make it impossible for him to use his mouth to speak. I wanted to know the reason for his strange way of appearing before me.
- I thought that you would not want to see me... and also that, if acceded to this, I would turn back at any moment. You already know that when Blue Eyes gets hold of me, when he takes control, he makes me very afraid, and I struggle desperately for release. I did not want to do this to you in any way. In this way, if I finally did not come, you would not have known that it was me; only a slave that cancels a session.
His explanation seemed coherent enough for me and, as always, it convinced me of the fact that he did it all thinking about me.
- You never wrote
- You ordered me not to.
- And since when do you obey my orders?
- You are right, as always. I have often wanted to write to you, Blue Eyes did not leave me alone, he wanted his Mistress. I did not answer for fear you would not reply. I would not have been able to bear that. Blue Eyes thought that ...
- You are Blue Eyes, don't speak as if you are schizophrenic!
- I am sorry, Mistress. I thought that I had to come, that I owed it to you and also to myself. This may be how I can get rid of Blue Eyes once and for all.
- Have you come for me to get rid of him? I do not think I will do that; Blue Eyes loves me and I love him too. You do not love either of us. We bother you. Now I am the one who is speaking as if you were two different people... "the three of us" should go to a good psychiatrist.
- Mistress, I need it; the two of us need it. You do not know how much I have longed for this moment. If you have not thrown me out yet, can I hope you will not do so?
- Throw you out? Never in my wildest fantasies would I even imagine this scene. I would not lose this chance for anything in the world. Here you are and here you remains ... I can imagine a heap of things to do with you.
- Thank you Mistress, do what you want with me, I implore you; this is what I was born for, this is why I exist.
I was struggling between two powerful desires. A part of me wanted to embrace him, to cover him in kisses and caresses, to use him, to rip off his body and his tongue the pleasure - that was now quite real - that I had only virtually enjoyed in the past. The other part wanted to "really" punish him for the first time. This desire was stronger than the former ... there would be time for the rest later... and a severely punished slave places more zeal in satisfying his Mistress. I now only had to decide on the most adequate "script" among thousands of scripts I had imagined and kept in my mind ... It could be "You are about to leave for a meeting, but before you do I lower your trousers and flog you with your belt"... or also "I take my Mistress to dinner and I buy her some roses". This was perfect! Blue Eyes, who is always at my beck and call, had already brought the roses.
I get up and I go to the sofa. I lay down on the cushions and without lifting my sight from an ice stretch out my arm and take a rose. "Mmmm...... I love its perfume ...". I pass a finger along the stem taking care to avoid the thorns. I smile sweetly at him.
- Bring your ass here, Blue Eyes, I want you to enjoy them too.
- Yes Mistress - he vacillates - but these are not virtual, the thorns are real.
- Of course they are real, and they are really going to hurt - I place him on my knees - but one must face reality even though it hurts, you always say that...
- Indeed Mistress... aaaaaah!!!". The stem of the first rose has marked a purple streak on his precious arse. When I pull the stem up, the thorns that have penetrated his skin pull up from the flesh and it takes some effort to pry them loose. Some thorns get detached and stay incrusted in his skin. All along the mark, tiny droplets of blood indicate the place where the rest made impact.
The problem with flogging a slave with rose stems is that the roses get spoilt. When I finished with two thirds of the bunch - I wanted to keep a few - there were rose petals all over the place and Blue Eyes' arse presented a piteous, purple, livid and bloodstained aspect. I let him rest on the sofa and abroad to tell a clean his blood. Every time I touched him he shook with pain and he groaned. But now I had to cure him and I did not want him to bother me with his complaints and mauve and its. I took him to the bed and made him lie-down face down. I'd tied his wrists and ankles to the loo legs of the bed. Then I gag him, took his hair in my hand and kissed his forehead; he closed his eyes, let out a deep sigh and relaxed. When I came back with everything I needed to cure him his eyes were still closed and he seemed asleep, but are soon as I applied the vinegar and the salt all his muscles grew tense, his forehead filled with swept and his face reddened with vain efforts to shout. When I finished, I dried his sweat and tears and left him there at all tied up so that his iris would not rubber against anything and would remain nice and dry.
- Rest a little and recover your strength, I need you to be in shape for what is coming.
I took advantage of this time to take from among his friends his passport, his plane ticket (the return flight had not been closed) and his credit cards, and put it all away in case Blue Eyes had one of his attacks of "I was born to be your slave and only in that way can I be happy, but that does not fit in with the image I have of myself so I have to run it as far away as I can ".
After preparing a light dinner I woke up my slave, that had been sound asleep in spite of the inconvenience of the ties and the gag.
While we had dinner we had timed to look at each other and "recognise ourselves", since we had never seen each other before, but we knew each other very well, and this gave way to many long explanations.
After dinner I ordered him to serve me a drink and I told him to adopt an adequate position for me to be able to sit down and have a quiet drink. I placed his head between two cushions in the sofa, on the brim of which he rested his neck. I'd tied each of his wrists to the corresponding ankle and once immobilised, I sat on his face, while his genitals supported my feet. I had my drink very slowly, taking care to get up a few millimetres now and then to allow him to breathe. His problem was that in order to do so, I had to support myself on my feet and his genitals suffered the consequences and thus, his comfort was never complete. But after hundreds of hours dedicated to the virtual smothering, the moment had come to practise it for real, and my slave seemed as happy about it as I did.
There was nothing on the television except idiotic contests and boring films and Blue Eyes could not even see them. He had begun to incursions with the tongue there were nobody had sent him ... It is understandable that I do not recall very well what happened that night ... but I am sure some very interesting things happened.
Next morning we went to his hotel and picked up his luggage. Blue Eyes stayed over a week in Madrid, but the poor boy was not able to do much tourism, as I had a very tight schedule in store for him. Neither of us got bored and perhaps one day, if I feel like it, I may write about it, at least those parts that can be told.
And thus virtual reality became hard reality for Blue Eyes and his Mistress; and they cannot yet make up their minds which was best and they cannot separate them in memory. What they are quite sure about is that what had to be, was, and this left them with the satisfaction of fulfilled desires.
Ana de Sade
28th April 2002
Last summer, when my studies had ended, I was a foreign student with little money and a great desire to travel and have fun. I wanted to spend some weeks in the Mediterranean, but in my circumstances I could only do two things: find a job and stay in Madrid, or return to my house in Belgium. A day, while looking up the job offers in the newspaper, I thought I had found the solution: "MAID WANTED. MARRIED COUPLE WITHOUT CHILDREN. THREE MONTHS AT THE BEACH. SIMPLE HOUSEHOLD AND COOKING DUTIES. REFERENCES. SALARY AND SOCIAL SECURITY". My knowledge of cooking was almost nil at best and I did not have any references, but I decided to have a go and I rang them up. The references stopped being an indispensable requirement the moment the woman found out that was a student.
The "woman" was Julia. Well, she was my Mistress, although she was then just a woman. They were leaving at the beginning of July to a house they had in the coast. Tehy wanted to have a rest and needed someone to do a little cleaning and to keep things tidy. She did not mind cooking if I did not know my way about in the kitchen. This was just perfect!. She told me to turn up at her house that very afternoon and we made all the arrangements. We were leaving for Alicante the following weekend.
It was a three-storey house on the very beach. Julia and Andrés – that was her husband’s name – did their utmost not to get into my way. I used to clean up the house, make the beds and prepared the meals: salads, grilled steaks and things like that. Julia would sometimes come into the kitchen when she wanted, as she used to say, a decent meal. After washing up, they did not mind if I went to the beach or spent the afternoon in the village. When they were at home, Andrés would sit in front of his computer and Julia would take her laptop to the attic balcony. They would spend hours like that. From time to time they engaged in long conversations. Sometimes they would go out and have a walk on the beach.
This is how I spent the first few weeks. It all began to change the day that I broke the coffee-pot. We had had lunch on the back porch and Andrés and Julia went over to the living room to watch the news on the television. I took them some coffee and I returned to the kitchen to leave the coffee-pot on its heater in case they wanted another cup. As I was coming into the kitchen I stumbled and the coffee pot fell on the floor and broke. Julia ran into the kitchen when she heard the noise. By the time she got there I was already picking up glass and coffee with a cloth. I told her I was sorry and I explained what had happened. She did not answer, sje just stayed standing there, watching how I was cleaning the floor, with her arms crossed. When I believed I had finished, she said: - "there!" - indicating some small droplets of coffee near where she was. I hurriedly stooped down, cloth in hand, to clean them, when I heard her say: - "Not like that dear! Pick it up with your tongue! I vacillated for just an instant and still today I do not know what it was that pushed me to obey. It was ridiculous and I do not know why I did it, but the case is that I knelt down and licked those damned droplets of coffee! While I was doing that, I remember watching Julia’s feet fixwdly, and then she took a step towards me and caught my face by the chin and lifted it up – "when you finish with the kitchen," – she said – "come up to my room!". She turned and left. I felt as if my face was on fire.
While I was finishing the washing up, I could not stop thinking. Of course I was going to go to her room, and I was seriously thinking of telling her that I would have no more of that, and that her reaction had been absurd and that she was insane if she thought that she could treat me in such a humiliating way.
I had decided to leave things in their place, and I began to go up the stairs two by two, but as I approached the second floor I was losing impetus and when I arrived at the top of the stairs I stopped. It took me a long time to get to the bedroom door. I knocked, and I opened the door when Julia’s voice invited me to enter. She was sitting in an armchair in front of the door and she was watching me fixedly, with so much intensity that I had to look in another direction. Again I felt as if my face was on fire. The kitchen incident had been embarrassing and I was ashamed, but apparently, Julia was not feeling the slightest bit of shame for her behaviour. My intention of speaking clearly and in a determined manner seemed to have blurred away, and I began to speak without lifting my eyes from the floor. I said: "look, Julia, this is silly, if need be I will pay for a new coffee-pot and ..." – "Of course you are going to pay! That is why you are here! She got up, caught me by the hands and with a white rope I did not know she had in her hands, she tied my wrists without me resisting in any way. She then took me to the feet of the bed and tied the end of the rope to the bedstand. The rope was not very long, and this made me lean forward extending my arms while my waist was supported on the rail at the bottom-end of the bed.
A heap of contradictory ideas were rolling around inside my head. I could have – I should have - shouted, revolted, resisted, exploded in anger, done something, anything! At the same time, something deep inside me wanted to let me go, not think and not act. When Julia had finished tying the rope she came back next to me and without any consideration whatsoever she pulled down my shorts and knickers. I closed my eyes and I let it happen, I even collaborated so she could take the clothes away from my feet. One part of me had won and now, that part was expecting something to happen. Now Julia tied each of my feet to one of the legs of the bed. – "Good!, Clare" – she said me, translating my name as she always did -, "I believed that this would have been more difficult, but it seems to me that you like this game as well as I do". She inmediately began to beat me on my buttocks with something hard and flat. After a few minutes my backside was burning and the blows hurt more and more. Finally I recovered my speech, and now the pain was making me groan. Julia stopped, lit a cigarette and left to the balcony to have a smoke. After a few minutes she returned inside and resumed the punishment, only now she was beating me with something long and flexible. I started to groan and complain louder and louder with each blow, until Julia, tired of hearing me - acropeing to what she said -stopped and put the crop between my teeth ordering me not to let it fall.
Andrés entered the room in that moment. What a horrible feeling! I was tied in that uncomfortable and humiliating position, hardly dressed with a T-shirt and with my mouth holding the instrument with which I had been flogged. For a moment the magic was broken and I again began to feel violently ashamed. I tired to join my legs, but the ropes that tied my ankles prevented me from so doing. Andrés came over to me and caressed my reddened and marked buttocks, while, sliding the other hand below my T-shirt, reached over to one of my nipples and was wrung it firmly. The magic returned and I submerged myself in a kind of parallel world, in which I could dispensed of my will and renounce to any concept of control. My body was tied and aching, but mentally I was feeling freer and and more relaxed than ever.
I was then flogged yet again. They then untied me and let me rest for a few minutes, and they then inmediately sat me down on a chair, tying my hands to the back behind the backrest, and they blindfolded me with a silk handkerchief. The left me alone for a while. Andrés came along from time to time, was lifted my T-shirt and twisted my nipples, keeping me in a state of constant excitement. In one of his visits he tied my body to the backrest so that I would not fall over. I believe a few hours passed, but I do not know how many. Then the couple returned and the smell of food made me remember how hungry I was. I thought that they were going to untie me to eat, but this was not the case. They put the tray on a small table next to me and Andrés fed me as if I was a small girl. Then they finally untied me, they took off the blindfold and ordered me to go to bed.
That night I could hardly sleep. I could not take what had happened away from my head. I cursed myself for having allowed it to happen and I wondered what Julia and Andrés would now be thinking of me; but when I managed to separate my mind from conventional ideas and let my mind revive the last few hours, I was invaded by a kind of ecstasy that I had never before experienced and my whole body burned with desire. I began to masturbate slowly, while by my mind reviewed, yet again, the moments I had lived through that afternoon. The orgasm came immediately, uncontainable and liberating. Then, I fell asleep.
That morning I got up late. I had a shower and I ran to the kitchen to have breakfast. Andrés and Julia they were having one in the porch. I served myself a coffee hoping that they had not noticed my presence. I did not want to see them!, I did not want them to see me! I did not know what to say nor how I could speak to them from now on. To my misfortune, Julia had realized I was in the kitchen and she told me that when I had finished my breakfast I should take away the dishes in the porch. Her voice was the same as any other day. I finished my coffee and I left. I said good morning and they hardly even interrupted their conversation to answer. It was a day like any other. I was moving from the porch to the kitchen, without saying a word and without looking at them in the face. I could hear what they were saying and I knew that Andrés was thinking of going to the bank and to the post office, and Julia asked him to take her to the village so she could do some shopping. Well! - I thought – with a bit of luck they would not return till luchtime and I would be alone, and have time to think and to relax.
When I finished picking up the breakfast table I tried to flee to the living room with the duster and the vacuum cleaner, but Julia called me over and I stopped cold. – "Come here" – she said - and in her voice there was now something different. I went to the porch and I sttod next to the table, something was telling me not to sit down and they did not invite me to do so. Julia spoke again without taking her eyes off me.
- Yesterday you had a ... different experience, and I am sure you have thought a lot tonight and it may just be that you have taken a decision, but also it is possible that you are confused, that you have doubts and that you do not know what to do. I am going to clarify some of your doubts. Nothing will ever be like before anymore; you can stay or you can leave, but you can not erase even a minute of yesterday. Before we used to treat you like a friend and not like a servant; now things are going to change. If you stay, you will go on fulfilling your obligations as up to now and you will will have some new ones. You will obey us in everything and we will use you as we see fit. You will be punished each time you make a mistake or simply whenever we see fit. If you decide to leave you will be able to do so now. If you want to leave but you do not have enough money, don’t worry, we will pay you the days that you have been here with us and we will give you whatever you need. We are going to leave; when we return you will give us an answer. It is your choice. You should consider carefully the fact that, if you decide to stay, this will be the last decision that you will take freely, because it will be to become our slave.
I listened without looking up and, with my eyes on the floor, I could only see the table; on it, Julia’s hands were playing with her lighter while Andrés’ hands were folding and refolding the napkin. I imagined those hands tying me up, taking the whip and touching my body like in the previous afternoon, and I wished that would never end. I felt my flood flowing in my temples and my throat was so dry that I could not swallow. I closed my eyes and I whispered: -"I do not need to think about it, I want to stay. I will be whatever you want me to be".
- "You have time until lunchtime, don’t rush yourself" - Andrés said -.
Then they got up and went to the stairs. I stayed in the porch. A few minutes later I heard them leave through the front door. I sat down and I looked at the sea. Suddenly I got up and ran to the beach, into the water. When I got tired of swimming, I came out of the water and lay on the sand; arms open, eyes closed and with the sun slipping gently on my skin. I did not want to think, I only wanted to feel what I had felt the day before; I had found something special and I could not run away. I was thoroughly dry now, and filled with salt and sand, so I returned to the house, had a shower and I got on with making the beds.
Andrés returned and went straight into his office without speaking to me. Julia came back later and ordered me to come up to her room. There were several unwrapped on the bed and some perfectly folded black attires on it.
- "I want to know which is your answer".
- "I’ll stay".
- "I’ll stay, Mistress – this how you have to call me, don’t you forget it. Take your clothes off – she ordered - and put these on. From now on you will wear these when you are in the house.
I stripped and I began to put on those clothes. A black corset with and hoops that lifted my breasts without covering them, and some black hosieries. Julia helped me to put them on with a straight seam. She then held out some shiny black leather shoes with very high heels she had taken from one of the boxes. They had a strap for the ankle, but when I attempted to buckle them I saw them they had no buckle. In its place there was a metal ring on one end of the bracelet and several grooves in the other. It had no idea how to close that, but Julia made me lift my foot, and introduced the ring in through one of the grooves and put on a small padlock. She ordered me to walk around the room to get used to the heels.
While I walked round the room, she went on undoing packages and taking things out of the closet. She made me put on a leather collar that looked just like a dog’s but with the ring in the front part, and similar bracelets on the wrists. When she considered that I was already walking sufficiently well, she ordered me to go down and set the table, but before that she completed my attire with a small apron, a head-dress and gloves, all of which were white.
It was dressed like this that I served lunch and then coffee. When they had finished we went up to the only room on the third floor. It was large and scarcely furnished. There was a sofa and a low table, a cabinet, a chair and a stool; a kind of trestle with a leather-lined top and a table placed against one of the walls. The ceiling had a girder from which hung three pulleys which I had not noticed until that day. Each of the pillars that supported the girder and that protruded from the wall had a metal hoop almost at floor level. On the back wall there was a cage.
Once upstairs, I was allowed to sit on the stool, and Andrés gave me a sheet of paper and ordered me to read and to memorize it. It was a list with my obligations, the things that I was allowed to do and those I was not, how I was to address them, etc. The let me read it twice and when I finished they took me to the trestle that was in the middle of the room. Each one of the trestle legs had a leather bracelet that was locked around my wrists and ankles, so that my body rested on the quilted leather surface.
I soon began to feel on my backside the blows of the flogger. Julia who was flogging me while Andrés was looking at the scene from the sofa. When they finished flogging me they untied me from the trestle, and placed me on the centre of the room, tied my wristcuffs to a rope that was hanging from the central pulley and tied my ankles together and took the ends of the rope to the rings of the walls, where they were tied. The ropes were so tense that I could not move a millimeter in any direction with my uplifted arms. The ropes litterally kept me standing. They were going to leave me like that for an hour, because, as they had said, that way I would learn to remain immobile when I finished serving them, since that day, during lunch, I had not stopped moving my feet.
Now it was Julia who was sitting, while Andrés began to fill my breasts with clothespins. They were made of wood, and he put them on quite methodically, one on each breast, so that there was always the same number on each one. When I had about twelve on in total, I could no longer endure the pain and I began to groan and complain. Andrés interrupted his task and he went to the cabinet, took something from a drawer and came back to me. Soon I knew what he had in his hand. He compelled me to open my mouth and introduced a kind of hard rubber ball that he held onto the back of my head with lateral straps. The gag did not hurt, but it was very uncomfortable. When he had finished putting on the clothespins (I believe he had put on some twenty in all), they left me alone.
Time passed ever so slowly, until they returned and released me from my uncomfortable position, not without removing the clothespins very slowly, which hurt even more than when he had put them on. They let me to rest for a while on the sofa and then they took me downstairs for dinner.
I served them the dinner that was already prepared and while they were eating I remained standing, with my hands on my back and taking good care not to move my feet. I was hungry and Julia must have realised, because she got up and returned with a brand-new dog dish. She cut a chunk of roast beef in small chunks and put them on the dish, adding a good ration of white rice. She then put the dish on the floor in front of me and said: "eat!" It was now clear how I had to eat, so I went on all fours and I ate the best that I could. When I finished, she brought me other identical, this time filled with water.
After the dinner I washed up and tidied the kitchen and I requested permission to go to my room. I had already accepted the situation and I assumed my role, so soon I was asleep, after enjoying another orgasm.
The following days were more or less similar, with some variation in the punishments that I received. I discovered, for example, that if the lash was Julia’s favourite instrument for flogging me, Andrés would, on the other hand, prefer to use the whip and that he was a Master in its handling. He would place himself some two meters away from me and he would make the whip lash on me cruelly coiling around my body, or caress my skin smoothly. When he used the whip there was not a small piece of my skin, from my shoulders to my knees, that did not have its corresponding mark. The following day he would like to pass his fingers on these marks with a satisfied smile.
One day they asked me if was masturbating at night, and as I replied affirmatively, they made me wear a metal chastity belt. Since then they put it on me every night and removed it in the morning so I would be able to do my needs and have a shower, things that I would always do in the presence of one of my Owners. They would also put it on when they both left the house and left me alone. Now I could no longer have any pleasure at night and desire was accumulating inside me. I suppose this is precisely what they wanted; to control my sexuality so as to submit me totally. The way they made me dress and the way in which they treated me kept me in a state of constant excitement, as it was not alleviated naturally, bonded me even more mentally to them. Every day was endured the punishments better and I even got to long for them. No longer did I writhe with pain under the whip or the lash; when being flogged, I would close my eyes and feel the blow with all my body, with all my mind.
They no longer allowed me to go to the beach; in exchange I had to lick the salt off their bodies when they came back from a swim. One morning, while I was carefully licking Julia, Andrés removed the chastity belt and introduced a dildo in my anus and another in my vagina. I went mad with desire and as I felt the penetration I could not control myself and I exploded in an orgasm as I had never experienced before.
That involuntary orgasm cost me a continuous punishment that I suffered during the rest of my holiday. To begin with, my Masters made me to go upstairs and there they placed me on table, which they had previously put under the pulleys. They suspended my ankles from the pulleys in such a way that my legs were completely open and my back was on the table. They then attached both my wristcuffs and lifted my arms backwards, tying them to the feet of the table below. In this position, my breasts and my genital organs were fully exposed and without any possibility of protection. In this position they would place metal clothespins on my nipples and fill my vaginal labia with wooden ones, so many that there was no space for any more. They then took a short cat-o-nine-tails and began to flog the area covered with clothespins. The pain was so terrible that it made me shout. When they got tired of this, they untied my legs and arms, but did not remove the clothespins. Instead of this they forced me to close my legs and then they tied my thighs at the hips with an infinite number of rope turns, until the bind was about six inched wide. They then put me on all fours and made me enter the cage, which they closed with a big padlock, and left me there until the following day.
The dimensions of the cage did not allow me to stand nor to stretch out completely and the pain of the clothespins, pressed between my thighs by the rope, was more and more intense with the passing of time. In spite of all, I was so exhausted that I even fell asleep at certain times. I felt very grateful when on the following day I was freed from my confinement and the nightmare of the clothespins ended. After having a shower and something to eat I was allowed to sleep for some hours. I believed that my punishment had ended.
The following days it all went back to normal, including the chastity belt, although now they only removed it when they wanted to acceede to my genitalia, leaving it on the rest of the time.
One day there was no punishment session in the afternoon; in its place they put me in the cage completely nude, wearing only my leather collar. Once the door had been closed with the padlock they told me that the other day I had behaved me like a horny bitch and that if that was my nature, today I was going to have the occasion to express it. They left leaving me in my cage wondering what was awaiting me.
It did not take long to find out. After a while, my Masters appeared again. They did not come alone, they were accompanying a forty-year-old man, not too tall and quite stout. The three approached my cage and spoke about me. The man did not take his eyes off me and I did not miss a word of the conversation. My Masters spoke about me as of a bitch and the man was the candidate stud to cover me. They quickly reached an agreement and took me out of the cage by pulling a strap that had been hooked to my collar.
The man had stripped and lay down on some cushions. My Master pulled from my strap taking me near him and making me smell him as if I actually was an animal, until he pushed my head against the man’s erect member and ordered me to suck. I obeyed, and although was not the first time that I was doing such a thing, I had not had too much practice, therefore the man, not feeling very satisfied, protested, got up, took a whip and flogged me without remorse, whereupon once I had kissed and licked the hand that had just punished me, I was to start again with more enthusiasm. I believe that this time I must have done it much better, since he became very excited and penetrated me from behind. His thrusts were stronger and stronger every time but he did not stop saying: "Very well bitch, very well!", while with one hand he would attracting my body towards him and with the other he pulled from my strap. When was on the verge of choking, his jolts ceased and he let go off my strap, which allowed me to breathe while the man let himself drop on the cushions, quite exhausted and sweating profusely.
My Masters had witnessed the whole scene and when the man left they were very satisfied with me. As from that day, this happened again once or twice a week. Every time with a different man, some of them were nice and some of them were not. My Masters seemed to enjoy looking at how I was possessed by others in their presence and I wondered why they did not take sexual possession of me themselves as this was something I so evidently desired. The truth is that this question did not concern me too much, since by then I was already a well-educated slave, and the pleasure of obeying and belonging completely to my Owners wholly fulfilled my aspirations. I did not miss anything, absolutely anything from my previous mediocre life as a free woman.
Ana de Sade
HOW I IMAGINE MY FIRST SESSION WITH MISTRESS ANA DE SADE
Just think of the situation! I am gagged, quite completely naked, and very uncomfortable. I had gone to Mistress Ana de Sade’s house. I came over to have my first meeting with her. She has had me lie face on a low wooden coffee table, of the type you would find in any living room. There is a cushion between the table and my back, that Mistress has placed there not for my comfort, but so that my body reaches a suitable height. With the same Band-Aid with which Mistress has made me keep inside my mouth the coiled stockings that she placed there, she has tied my hands to the legs of one end of the table and my legs to the table legs at the other end. To put it in a nutshell, I am on four legs, face up, with a cushion and a table under my back, and I am inescapably tied to the table. I am completely defenceless, naked and gagged. And I have, for the first time in my life, a foreign body inserted in the anus. Do you now understand my disconfort?
Mistress had told me through the e-mail that when gagged, a snap of my fingers would suffice as safeword to interrupt whatever was going on. What was certain was that I could not, under the current circumstances, articulate a word, therefore the Mistress herself had made me snap my fingers once to make sure of the fact that this form of tying me up not would prevent me from stopping the proceedings.
I had arrived to Mistress’s house about half an hour before. She let me in and I was told to strip in the next room. She also told me I would find two pairs of stockings in the room. I was to insert one pair in the mouth and then to cover my mouth with some 10 cm wide band-aid. I was to put on the other pair. I was also to find a pair of handcuffs that I was to put on behind my back.
When she entered the room, she also put a leather collar on my neck, which had a leash from which she pulled to drag me out of the room on my knees. She was dressed in a leather suit with a sort of vest tied with cords that allowed me to have a glimpse at her breasts which as her slave I was but to see furtively for a fraction of a second.
She opened the handcuffs and substituted them with a pair of leather wristcuffs that she attached to the back of the collar. After that, she told me to bend over forwards. My bottom still aches and is reddened with the treatment she gave me with a palette, with the crop and with the cat of nine tails. Before using each one of these instruments, Mistress spoke to me like a pupil who had to learn the different techniques of the whip: "Now I an going to use the palette. You will see that this provides a diffuse pain, all over the buttocks, followed by lasting burning sensation. I use this basically to warm up ..." and so on with the crop and the cat of nine tails.
She then applied vaseline in my anus and made me generously lubricate a but-plug with the mouth. For this she had removed the gag, something I t was thankful for, since my mouth had dried up completely. It was a small but-plug, as this was my very first time. "Suck on it like the slut you are". When I had done so to her satisfaction, and when my mouth had finally began to water up again, she put the stockings back in, in spite of my protests, and she covered my mouth with a new strip of band-aid.
"Bend down on that armchair backrest and put your feet on those stools!" Putting the feet on those stools implied opening my legs wide and putting my chest on the armchair backrest. I still had my arms attached to the back of the collar. At no time during the session was there an interruption to the sensation of complete defencelessness. I had no control whatsoever over anything.
Little by little, Mistress introduced the but-plug into me. I had the feeling she was doing this more slowly than was necessary, to let the pain, - or should I describe it as burning coals?- last longer. The but-plug included a vibrator, but Mistress had not deemed it necessary to switch it on
It was only then that she brought me to the low coffee table and placed me there the way I have already described.
Mistress then brought over a plastic basket full of clothespins, which she put on the sofa. She took the crop and started patting on my nipples and penis, softly at first, but with increasing intensity. Mistress showed her expertise and dominance on my penis with the crop. The initial mild blows causing made me increasingly excited and my penis hardened up (never had I experimented an erection with a now functioning vibrating but-plug introduced in me) and then, when she estimated the moment had come, she increased the force of the blows and my erection decreased. She had me like this for some time. As you may understand, it is very difficult for me to determine how long this went on for.
And yes, this was when Mistress started to apply the clothespins on me, on the nipples, on the scrotum, on the base of the penis. I know that she applied two on each side of the nipples before applying a third in the nipple itself. But it is now impossible for me to tell you how many she applied on my scrotum. Always, before applying each clothespin, Mistress went on with that half didactic and half-sadistic approach... "You see, slave ... now I am going to put this clothespin here.... (she put it on and continued with her explanation in spite of my moans muffled by the gag) with this I intend that you feel the pain of the pressure of the clothespin on the skin of your scrotum and furthermore, as I go on adding clothespins your scrotum is becoming tighter and tighter and more sensitive at the same time ... ."
Once she put all those clothespins on, she took me straight back to the gates of paradise by moving the clothespins with the two hands, squeezing and moving them in all directions with the two hands... I thought I was going to explode .... She also dedicated some time to cropping the clothespins on my nipples....
She left me there for some time and when she returned, she brought a tray full of lit candles. Among them the there some of the thick type that come in a glass and some of the thinner normal type, one or two centimetres thick. I soon discovered what one type and the other were for. Before beginning with the candles, she took off the central clothespins that she had put directly on my nipples, leaving on the two clothespins on either side.
She began with a candle of thin type. "You see slave, the thin candles I use for precision work, drop by drop on a concrete point ..." Mistress said while she let a few drops fall in quick succession on my aching nipples, between the clothespins. On top of the sensation of pain from the clothespins I was beginning to note an initial sensation of agreeable heat. Upon seeing that I was not complaining, Mistress said that "well, of course, I have let the drops fall from too high up, and so it arrives cold.. .". She let the wax drip on the other nipple from almost half the distance now. Now the sensation was of a burning in the nipple itself that was making me roar into my gag, although the roars were followed by a kind by moan of pleasure when the wax cooled off. The dripping of more wax burning on different parts of my body would interrupt these moans. Mistress took me to paroxysm arrived when she started to pour the wax accumulated in the glasses of the thick candles, pouring streaks of wax all over my body. "You see, slave, now I am going to go from your chest down to your penis. Try and see if you can prevent me from covering your penis with wax". Blind terror went through my brain while I attempted to dodge the wax. Little could I move and any attempt to dodge the jet of the wax only amused my Mistress, who was quite accurately covering my penis with more and more wax.
The notion of the time is something very relative with Mistress Ana de Sade. For the slave time passes very slowly while the session lasts, but after the session, once it has finished, it seems as if time might have been decreased suddenly, because you get the impression that very little time has passed. The end of this session was something very special that I am not going to describe here. First because it is something, as I said, very special. And second, because I believe that your imagination will do the rest.
Slave Andrew
My name is Enrique, I am a businessman and I am going to relate my recent session with Mistress Ana de Sade. She is a smart woman with a mood of authority and severity in her eyes and in her manners. She let me into her flat and closed the door behind me.That noise of the door being shut behind me made me feel a bit nervous. She came up front and I commit the mistake to look into her eyes in spite of having been warned not to do that.
Suddenly, she raised her right hand quickly and violently crossed my face twice. It seemed as if it were a bomb into my head. She shoot: " I TOLD YOU BY E-MAIL YOU MUST NEVER LOOK INTO MY EYES, SLAVE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?. NEXT TIME, I WILL TEACH YOU THIS RULE OTHER WAY.
She drove two more slaps on my face with cruelty and ordered me to strip at the ide room and come back to her presence.
Once stripped, I came back to her. She had displayed on a table a set of irons looking very heavy. She began by taking the big iron collar and placed it on my neck, locking the ends with a big padlock. Afterwards, she went on locking wrists and ankles irons on me, being each pair of irons linked with a strong short chain. They were extremely heavy. Another chain linked my iron collar with wrists and ankles’.
She ordered me to bend over a chair and show up my behind. I noted she was picking up something I could not see. She approached my ass with and object which it turned out to be ... a dildo. She pressed the dildo against my asshole and I began to tremble and complain. She ignored my complaints and pushed hard in. The dildo began to go in and I began to scream.
Her reaction was immediate. She sounded frustrated and in a bad mood. She went away and came back quickly bearing something. A couple of minutes afterwards, I had my mouth full with her knickers and plenty of adhesive tape rounding my mouth and head twice. Her knickers tasted strange. She said: "Sorry, slave, I don’t have right now, clean knickers and you badly need a gag, so, I took them from the linen. I do hope, you will like them. Let’s go on".
My mouth full hardly let me breath. She went on pushing the dildo into my asshole. That inflict me a lot of pain. I tried to scream by my sounds went out muzzled. The dildo finally came in and I felt in the end much less pain.
"Slave, have you never been taken?. In my domain, it is a must. On the other hand, I feel frustrated because you have resisted penetration and that drives me mad. So, now, I will teach you a lesson on discipline so that you never thwart me".
She grabbed a leather paddle and began to hit my buttocks strongly again and again. I jumped at each hit but she didn’t slow down for that. Each hit seemed like burning iron on my buttocks. I had begged for mercy should I have been able to but my mouth was sealed. I counted up to fifty strokes with no interruption. My mind seemed to blow up.
Then she ordered me to stand up and turn round. I did it trembling. She then took some metal clamps linked each pair with a chain. She clamped each of my nipples and led each pending clamp to my scrotum clamping a good bite of my skin down there.
The bite of the clamps were like hell. One of the nipple clamps came off what drove her mad. She slapped my face with anger and replaced the removed clamp. Pain was terrible. I was sweating and sweat made the clamp slide away again. I feared a severe reaction and I was true. She then removed my gag completely and ordered me to push out my tongue. I did it and without hesitation she clamped my tongue with the clamp. I wanted to die.
To be continued..............