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"She's expecting you. I suspect you know the way."

I nod, and head down the corridor in front of me to the last room on the left. All feelings of regret and doubt have disappeared now, my hormones, my desire have taken me over completely and I cannot wait for the session to begin.

The room is dark, lit only by a single dimmed lamp in the corner. The carpet is deep and lush and red, the walls a similar scarlet shade of unpatterned wallpaper. The layout is familiar to be. In one corner is a cabinet that contains many wonderful things she will use to do many wonderful tortures to my body. Overhead, hanging from the ceiling by two chains, is a iron bar. There are various hooks and hoops on the floor and walls.

I look at my watch. My appointment has begun. I wait, standing tense and nervous and excited. She loves to keep me waiting, keep me in suspense, aching� I love it too.

The door opens, and there she is.

She is tall, slender and shapely. She has long, blonde hair and a small black mask disguises the top part of her face, allowing only her brilliant hazel eyes to shine through. She wears lipstick a deep shade of purple and her mouth is twisted in a small, tight mocking smile. Her legs, her gorgeous long legs and clad in knee-high boots with high, viciously sharp-looking heels. She wears a matching black leather basque, and elbow length delicate leather gloves. She is the image of perfection, the Dominatrix, the woman who is going to make me suffer.

Instinctively, I kneel. She locks the door and walks swiftly over to me, delivering a hard, stinging slap to my left cheek. I fall backwards.

"Bitch!" she says sharply. "Stand up!" she shouts.

I stand.

"Why haven't you come to see me for three weeks?" she demands.

"I�"

She slaps me again, harder. I say nothing.

"And why aren't you already naked?" she asks.

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Not good enough!" she shrieks. "Strip, now!" she orders.

Fumbling, excites, panicking, all of these things, I race as fast as I can to tear off my clothes, the last vestiges of the respectable, mild-mannered façade I present to the rest of the world being torn away and thrown hurriedly into the corner. All the while she is looking at me disgustedly, showing how utterly beneath her contempt I am.

"Faster!" she snaps.

Eventually I finish, and she looks me up and down. "Pathetic."

I know I look pathetic, next to her. I feel pathetic. I am pathetic. But I love it, and of course my achingly hard cock is a giveaway of just how excited I am. She walks to the cupboard and takes out a pair if leather cuffs with a metal chain connecting them, and another chain with a hoop on the end coming off of this. She walks back across to me and cuffs my wrists tightly.

"Stand up, stretch," she demands. I do as she asks and she hooks and locks the hoop onto the iron bar that hang from the ceiling. The bar is just that fraction to tall for me and I have to stand uncomfortably on tiptoe to be able to hang there and still touch the floor.

This, of course, is very deliberate. As she finishes locking me there and goes back to the cupboard, she allows her gloved hand to grip my cock for just a fraction of a second. The cool touch of the leather excites me even more and I jerk with the spasm of pleasure it brings me. That was no accident, of course. She knows exactly how to play me, and exactly how I like to be played.

She returns with a black cloth blindfold, which deprives me of being able to drink in her wonderful beauty, but makes things all the more exciting. I'll never know what's coming next, what new torment she is about to unleash. Then the ball gag is stuffed into my mouth - a hard rubber ball tied around my head. I cannot speak. No safe words. No way out.

This is for real.

Lastly, she secures my ankles to hoops in the floor so I am trapped fast, stretched out painfully, gagged and blinded. Totally at her mercy. Me, the mild-mannered respectable businessman and she, my leather-clad dominatrix.

If they could see me now� That's all part of the excitement, the thrill, the charge of it - the idea of doing something so totally not me, so unexpected, something that would be so shocking to all those who know me if they were ever to find out.

Not that they ever would of course. This is my dark, depraved little secret.

She leans in close to me and grips my poor, defenseless, soft balls in one hand. At first she simply holds them tightly, then she clenches her fist in a vice-like grip that makes me scream against the gag with agony and tears of pain roll down my face, not for the last time tonight I am well aware.

"I'm going to make you suffer," she whispers delicately, icily. "And it's going to be beautiful." She kisses my right nipple and releases by balls, causing me to fall forward against my bonds breathing deeply through my nose in blessed relief.

She begins with the whip, of course. She walks around me in a circle, I can hear her soft footsteps against the carpet. She circles me fully three times before the first stinging blow lands on my upper right thigh. I flinch and groan.

"Quiet!" she snaps. I try not even to breath too hard.

She whips me again, this time on the backside and I flinch again.

"Keep still!" she demands, despite knowing full well that's impossible against such pain. She keeps circling me, every few seconds flashing out with the whip and hitting another part of my body - stomach, chest, thighs, backside� The timing between each blow is a few seconds or a full minute, or sometimes two one after the other� She varies it constantly, so I never know how much respite I will have before the next blow. When she makes a longer gap, the tension, and expectation alone is enough to excite me.

Finally, she brings her mot vicious blow yet cracking right down onto the tip of my hard, aching cock, making me scream in agony again against the gag and instinctively pull back against the chains.

"Shut up, bitch!" she demands, and I try and be quiet but the tears are flowing again as the pain is too much. She grabs my face in her hand and squeezes the skin tightly. "I said shut up!" she repeats, louder, more viciously, and I do my best to quiet down.

She lets go of me, and I relax a little, still on edge trying to predict what she will do to me next. It's impossible to predict of course, but that's what makes it all the more exciting. I adore this woman, I worship her, not for who she is but because of the things she does to me, the way she makes me suffer, the things she puts me through. If I met her on the street in real life or in a pub or wherever I probably wouldn't even look twice at her. There would be no emotional attachment. But here and now, in this chamber, she is everything.

She goes to the cupboard again, I can hear that. There are various sounds of things being moved and picked up, none of which I can identify, then suddenly the sound of a match being struck. She moves closer to me, and I can smell something� It's vaguely familiar�Burning wax� a candle. I stiffen slightly, unsure exactly of what is about to happen but with a fair idea.

She stands right in front of me, and with one hand strokes my face gently, her hand still encased in the cool, dominating leather gloves. She runs a finger across my lips and I lean forward slightly into her caress�

It is at this moment she upturns the burning candle and hot, wet wax drips onto the throbbing tip of my cock, and I throw back my head and scream in pain, my body convulsing as the hot, sticky liquid burns my most sensitive area and runs down the length to the base, where it already begins to cool and solidify. Again my eyes water, my heart beats and I cannot help but marvel at her inventiveness.

"Would you like some more?" she asks with a mockingly polite tone in her voice, as if she were offering me something to drink at a party.

I nod of course.

I'm expecting it this time, but that doesn't make it any the less painful as it splashes against me again and runs, burning, down the side of me. I tense, but manage not to make any sound this time, biting hard against the ball gag, beads of nervous, pained sweat breaking out all over my body. Twice more after this she upturns the candle, until my poor cock is covered with trails of burns and my pubic hair matted with dried, cooled wax. I hear her step back and I can picture in my mind's eye the satisfied smile on her face as she admires her handiwork, the poor, tortured body of her devoted slave.

"Very good," she purrs. "You took that very well, bitch. I think you deserve a little reward�"

I shudder again because I know all too well what her 'rewards' are usually like. She's going to do something terrible to me.

I hear her go to the cupboard again, and then move back towards me. There are more sounds I cannot quite identify, and I can hear from the sound of her light, slow breathing that she is standing behind me. I find myself almost unconsciously bracing myself, but that doesn't prepare me for the sudden shock of one of her gloved fingers suddenly slipping up my backside and probing my hole� There is a cold, jelly-like substance on the finger, some kind of lubricant. She works it quickly and professionally all around my hole, and I realize what is about to happen. The one finger is joined by another, and with a sudden jolt that makes me gasp the two fingers have slipped easily inside my open, defenseless hole.

She has never done that before.

My muscles spasm and contract against them as they probe and explore inside me. At first the feeling was painful and awkward, but now as she works skillfully I find myself almost reluctantly enjoying the sensation of fullness, and especially the feeling of being so defenceless against such an attack. I press back against her fingers.

Suddenly, her other hand has reached around me and taken hold of my still-hard, aching cock. I realize this hand is no longer gloved as she slowly closes her hand in a tight grip around me and begins to move slowly up and down. This hand too is lubricated, moving up and down with a slick ease as I moan and sigh in pleasure. Her double assault has reduced me to a mere plaything in her hands, although of course from the moment I stepped into this room I was never anything more than that anyway.

She continues like this for a long time, her strokes taking me right to the edge, thrusting myself forward to try and match her rhythm and take myself there. Soon she leaves simply a ring of thumb and forefinger around me, ringing the sensitive area just below the head of my cock, teasing me, bringing me right to the edge until I feel I'm about to burst�

Then she stops, takes her hand away and pulls her fingers out from inside of me. I feel empty and hollow and I sag forward with the confusion and devastation of having been taken right to the edge and not allowed to go over it.

"You didn't really think I'd make it so easy for you, did you?" she sneers. I shake my head sadly, not sure if a reply was expected or not. Suddenly the whip is out again and she is tormenting the backs of my legs and my backside with it, whipping me again and again until I am sure I can feel trickles of blood there and the tears come again.

"That is for expecting far too much!" she snaps. "Do you think your pleasure means anything to me? Do you really think for one moment that I care about what you feel, you insignificant little worm? You're nothing." She leans in very close and whispers. "You're nothing to me."

She moves again, making preparations for something else. Whatever it is, it is a few minutes before it is all ready. I feel her some close and something she pushes my cock down so it is pointing straight forwards and guides it into some sort of tube. The tube appears to be fixed in place somehow, and inside it is very soft and comfortable, almost as if it were lined with silk or something of the kind. Then she removes my blindfold suddenly.

After blinking for a few seconds, my eyes having adjusted to the lack of light, I see that she has balanced a mirror on a table against the wall directly in front of me. Not only can I see myself and her standing, implacable as ever, behind me, but I can see the tube I have been inserted into - it is fixed on the end of a pole that is in turn fixed to the ground in front of me. She smiles a little, and I notice that she is holding a new larger, thicker and particularly vicious-looking leather whip.

"That is so that you can see that it is a woman doing this to you," she explains to me quietly pointing at the mirror. "So you know how utterly pathetic you really are, hardly a real man at all. I mean look at you - do you really think a real man would be in this position? Would a real man allow a mere woman to have done all of this to him? Of course not. But look at you�" She reaches a hand around and lightly strokes the very tip of my cock, poking as it does out of the end of the strange tube. "Look how hard you are, how much you enjoy it. I bet even now you're thinking how you'd love to hold me down, take me� Do you think a man like you could ever satisfy me? You're so pathetic it's amusing."

Then, she removes the gag.

"I am going to whip you, hard, painfully, twenty times," she explains calmly. "You are going to count out the number after each stroke. If you make any other sound, or is you lose count, we will start again at the beginning. Do you understand?"

I nod. She whips me.

"I said do you understand, bitch?"

"Yes Mistress," I reply, hurriedly.

"Good. When we have finished the twenty strokes - and only when we have finished - you will be allowed to cum. If you cum before the twenty strokes are done, then I will whip you fifty times and no amount of crying or shouting will stop me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. We will begin."

Crack.

I gasp.

"Idiot," she says simply.

Crack.

"Two," I manage to shout.

"No you stupid cunt, we begin again when you make a mistake. Now, try and get it right this time!"

Crack.

"One."

Crack.

"Two."

I managed, I don't know how I managed but I did it, to carry on from there without making any extra noise and counting out the correct number of strokes. It was agony, I had to bite my tongue, my cheeks, do anything to try and avoid having to start again at the beginning, especially when we were near the end.

That was not the worst part, however. By the third of fourth stroke, I realized why I had been encased in the soft tube, and why she had told me I was not allowed to cum until the end. Each time she whipped me my body jerked forwards, there was nothing I could do to stop that. Once it had jerked forward it would slide back until I was whipped again, it was a matter of physical instinct.

Each time I moved inside the tube, the sensation of the soft, padded interior, silky smooth in its fixed caress, against the sensitive skin of my hard, straining cock would drive me insane. By five or six strokes I was trying desperately hard to avoid it, but to no avail. By halfway through the constant back and forth motion against the material had driven me almost insane with pleasure even as the skin of my back was being wracked with pain, and I knew I would not be able to hold out much longer.

Crack

"Eighteen!"

My voice was high in desperation, the pain no longer mattered, the counting I could do, it was taking every ounce of my willpower not to cum now I had been taken to the edge again.

Crack

"Nineteen!" I wailed.

I couldn't do it. I could feel a stirring in my balls as I prepared to explode. Desperately I held on�

Crack

"Twenty!"

With that, not even waiting for an instruction I let myself go and the feeling exploded inside of me, the sudden moment of perfect ecstasy as despite the searing pain I felt I was able to let myself go and was released, cum shooting from the end of my cock as I relaxed joyfully in my bonds.



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