It can take hours of bondage fun for a sub and I to even begin to explore the myriad possibilities of all the new restraints and equipment I now have available for play within the walls of my BDSM Laboratory.
That’s one of the reasons I now prefer longer appointments for clients to get the full benefit of the bondage benches, chairs, whipping benches, suspension hoists, slings, and my unique floating double bondage bed which will make you believe that a slave can fly.
All of which made me pleased this week to get my hands on one of my longest-serving and most compliant slaves for an entire day and night of domination, humiliation, and suffering.
Naturally, my usual sessions are tailored to suit the client’s particular tastes and fetishes. I always request a brief, bullet-point, wish list of a few BDSM games they would love to experience, and then mix in their desires with my own creative ideas to season their own recipe of submissive lust into a feast of fun that we both may enjoy.
This particular slave, however, has long been so besotted and addicted to me that I can, literally, do anything I want to his mind and his body and he will accept his fate with equanimity and gratitude.
It occurred to me that it had been some while since I’d administered a suitable beating punishment to this slave, and so I decided to warm-up his rear with a selection of implements from my substantial collection of canes, crops, floggers and paddles. As is the case with many men who visit me, this guy cannot be seriously marked, but I am an expert at using equipment with just enough force to redden and tenderise the skin without leaving harsh marks that he might find hard to explain.
Now, this is “not just A bed… it is a Miss Miranda Bed”,
and my slave was about to enjoy one of its many fascinating features designed to enhance a sub’s enjoyment.
As he lay face-down, I opened up one of the built-in panels so that his cock and balls dangled down below the bed and were in prime position to be sucked into the hungry tube of my Venus 2000 masturbation machine. How perfect for him to lay there, unable to move, enjoying the anticipation of the pain to come combined with the pleasure of having his pathetic male equipment sucked and squeezed in a relentless rhythm that was fast enough to excite and yet slow enough to do no more than tease him without a final release. There was no way this guy was going to cum until I had used him to the max.
What followed was a lengthy exploration of bondage positions, anal insertions, wanking in every possible form, suction from my Serious Kit milking machine, gags and straps and restraints of every type.
The new finger-clamps on my Super Boomer chair proved a particular hit with this sub who, however tightly he is tied-up, always wants the bondage to be a bit more restrictive still.
As the session rolled on through the hours, I threw caution to the wind… and a lot of used equipment to the floor. The necessary clean-up, sterilisation and thorough cleansing of the entire room took almost as long afterwards as the session itself, but the effort was worth it to finally get him to the point of helplessly begging for the chance to empty his balls. Without revealing all of the details, I have trained this sub to beg for my mercy in a pleasingly-humiliating way, using a phrase he hates to use and that I suspect goes to the root of his lifelong fascination with BDSM activities.
Finally, I squeezed the words out of him; a sure sign that he had reached peak-frustration and that his aching cock and balls genuinely needed to be taken over the edge into an orgasm. I know him so well that it is an easy task to whisper a few fantasy words into his ear and make him explode. He is of an age when he no longer ejaculates hard enough to hits the ceiling when he loses control, but the way he writhes, wriggles and screeches can be spectacular: a good job that the premises are totally soundproofed.
In ‘The BDSM Laboratory’:
No one will hear you scream ….
