Some bastinado was to be the order of the day …….
I couldn’t be more pleased with the exciting and stylish collection of BDSM equipment that I’ve amassed in my new West London premise.It lets me tie down my clients, or suspend them, or have them dangling from the ceiling and rolling across the room or rocking like a boat on the ocean on my fascinating double bondage bed.
Yet sometimes it’s good to revert to time-honoured, simple and sadistic fun such as spanking, paddling, cropping and caning my sub clients till they are begging their Mistress for mercy.
My session with a long-standing and utterly addicted sub this week gave me the opportunity for both types of games to amuse myself at his expense.
Firstly, we spent a few happy hours (well happy for me anyway!) demonstrating all of the positions in which his body could be restrained on my equipment.
That culminated in an upright suspension, with his thighs supported in slings and pulled apart by a leg spreader to ensure that he felt vulnerable and helpless and that his less than impressive cock and balls were fully exposed for my playful attention.
As he dangled there, getting more and more worried about what I might do to his genitalia, I showed him how I could spin him around and even slide him across the room on my purpose-built suspension rig to start his torture in any part of my premises that took my fancy.
When I judged him suitably mentally prepared for more torment, it was simple to lower him down and strap him into my wonderful ‘Boomer’ chair, with his legs in stirrups and the soles of his feet raised and perfectly positioned for punishment.
I know from past experience that this slave hates to have his feet beaten, and so naturally I decided that some bastinado was to be the order of the day.
The history of this particular torture is lost in the mists of time, but it was certainly practiced more than a thousand years ago in China and has been popular ever since.
The art of bastinado is in striking the bottom of the foot in between the tougher skin of the heel and the ball of the foot, aiming for the pain-sensitive soft sole where a slave feels maximum pain without the need for hard blows that might actually cause injury.
Although I say so myself, I am pretty good at this game and the effect on my sub client was immediate and satisfying.
I had decided originally on a dozen strokes, divided between each foot; but his cries were so satisfying to hear that I simply changed from a whippy flogger to a more solid cane and carried on.
By the time we got to 20 strokes the sub was wriggling against his restraints – a pretty futile exercise because I am ‘The Bondage Mistress’ after all, and he was going nowhere.
I warned him that 30 strokes was my bastinado target, and that there might be rewards for him if he accepted his punishment with good grace. He gasped and pleaded his way to the end of the promised 30… which was the perfect time to tell him that I had changed my mind (always a Mistress’s prerogative) and that we were going on for 10 strokes more.
The last ten strokes were the most amusing for me – and the most distressing for him. I always know when this sub is nearing his limits because his pleading cries change from “Thank You… Thank you.. Mistress” to ever more desperate apologies for whatever imaginary sins he may have committed in the past. “I’m So sorry… so sorry… so sorry”, he cries.
At the end of our bastinado games it was time for his feet to be lowered, and for him to receive the reward I had promised him. I think that he expected some wanking time on one of my many machines, but his reward was far better than that: a session of spanking and paddling of his rear to produce a satisfying glow which will stay with him for the next few days. What a lucky sub he is!
