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I have just returned from experiencing a most pleasurable session with the “Goddess”, Lady Lydia. The Lady and I have sessioned before in the past but today was so far over the top that I must share. When first arriving at the dungeon, she makes you feel so relaxed and comfortable that you start feeling that you are about to go out to dinner and a movie with an old friend. Moving along, you let yourself go and slowly you are so caught up in her web that you are spilling forth with your most hidden desires and fantasies. I have tried to hold back before with the slightest hint or inquiry, as she takes these as your requests and makes them come true for you.

In the month of April her specialty of the month was “needles”, and when I sessioned with her last month I stayed far away from it. After last month she posted pix on her web site, the predicament that one of her guests had gotten himself into, and I casually mentioned (wrong thing to do) that I had a slight interest in her “sewing skills” in the future. Also that the “poor fellow” was not faint of heart and, if I ever experienced this, there was no way that I could take it like him.

I was then escorted into the bathroom, told to prepare myself and not to come out till she told me to. Like a good little boy, I prepped and waited patiently for her “command”. I was then summoned out and greeted, with the “Goddess” Lady Lydia in a lovely black, almost see-through, leaving oh so little left for one’s imagination, two-piece bra and panty set. I was ordered to produce one wrist at a time. Lady Lydia then performed a lovely woven restraint out of clothes line, soft and supple around my wrists, and the same to each ankle, leaving them unattached with about a foot of rope left dangling. She led me into a part of her dungeon that I did not even know existed, a room with a very narrow door, cold concrete floor, solid painted grey block walls, festooned with hooks, rings and chains all over the place. There was a towel on the floor and I was ordered to get down and lie on my back. She then tied off the ropes to rings, the loose ends spreading my arms at 90 degrees to my body and my feet straight ahead, limiting me to little if any movement.

Lady Lydia then produced a Black Leather Helmet, no eye, ear or mouth holes. She slid this over my head and laced it up. The leather was soft and supple, conforming to my face like a second skin, absolutely no light, very little hearing, but amazingly there was no breathing restriction, which let my just starting panic attack to subside. From this point on all I can relate are sensations and emotions.

I felt her cool, delicate fingers milking my scared and hidden balls down into the sac. Then it started. I knew from past experiences that my balls were being tightly trapped in the sac and the base of my now very erect cock, also was very tightly secured with kite string. My now raging erection was fair game and exposed target. While concentrating on this sensation, the cool fingers caressed my nipples to make them stand at attention like my cock, then “wham”, the first nipple clamp was not gently applied, then “wham” the other was trapped. A few flicks from her fingers to center my attention.

Then, those same cool fingers were oiling my cock and balls. I thought it was heating cream, but no!, because I could sense the application of electrical straps and pads to my cock and sac, it was conduction oil. Click, click, click, she adjusted the power control knobs, she kept asking if I could feel it, and like a fool, I said no, more clicking and readjusting. Then I did not have to answer as my hips started to buck.

I could hear her thigh-high leather boot heels disappearing as she told me to stay there. “Ya right,” no going away physically for a while. My jaw and head started to chatter and then I was there, in “space”. (Lady Lydia later informed me that she was gone 15 minutes, just outside the door, observing me). The next thing that I was aware of was the intense pain in my nipples as she removed the clamps and “massaged“ them.

She told me to spread my legs and rudely inserted a butt plug. Again click, click and the question. I kept saying no until what ever was in my anus started to grow and send electric waves up to the grounding pad on my sac. I felt and smelled the cool scent of alcohol being applied to my nipples and surrounding area, oh how sweet she was being. Lady Lydia then pinched the nipple and pulled it up and, with a sharp-centered feeling of pain, I was her “sewing project”. This was repeated twice on each of my nipples. She reconfirmed with me that I had no pacemaker. I thought I was there again till I felt electric wires on my chest and the box, placed on my stomach. She gently pulled and tugged on the four needles, and again that damn click, click, click, and the question of what it felt like. All I could do was mumble that it was a sharp intense centered striking feeling. Again the clicking of her heels, and “don’t go anywhere”. My ass was vibrating, my cock and balls were alternately being hit and now my nipples felt that they were on fire. I again left my body and drifted and floated.

Lady Lydia was back and she disconnected the wires from nipples. The next sensation I felt was tiny spots of intense heat, I was being hot waxed, not the kind to remove body hair but a candle. She started low, above my trapped cock and balls, then hit my nipples dead on. If I had not been secured in the fashion I was, I probably would have injured myself. The nipples were such a receptor that I took off again on a flight. Then I sensed, not too sure, as by this time I was a babbling idiot, and not tracking too well, she was dropping all over my inner thighs, chest and stomach. If my cock and balls had not been in such a tight predicament, I believe I would have shot a load to the ceiling. Down I came and she gently removed needles, and cleansed me with alcohol.

I thought my 3 hours were up, but no, because she pinched and pulled my nipples and “stitched” them again, this time I felt that she was putting a ten penny nail through each nipple twice. She gave me a few minutes to ride though the pain, then she was pulling and tugging, and drawing each nipple towards each other. They were then tied off, then she was fiddling with the head of my cock, and all off a sudden, she was drawing all three together. My cock, balls and anus were still being fried. I was praying and cursing out loud to an unmerciful “god”. I can not now believe it; again I floated and drifted off, for hours. Hell, I don’t know.

Then “wham” something was pressing on my nipple. (I now know what, as all of this was recorded on my digital camera, and I have downloaded pix and emailed them to the Goddess, for her to post if she so desires.) I now have new “kink”, exhibitionist. It was her booted heel and soles. I almost started to cry like a baby.

I was then disengaged from all except the hood, plug, and dangling ropes around my limbs. Given a few minutes to regain feeling and ordered to stand up, and get bearings. She led me out of room, into an area that I could not fathom, and was led to the edge of some sort of padded bench, waist high, and told to lean forward until chest was flat on padding, my arms and legs were secured.

Crap, I had forgot about corporal, my ass was still buzzing and my other “Nirvana”, the flogger, started to thud on my back then sting, then my plug, legs and ball sack were “caressed”. Then a slight pause than I got hit with the “bee stinger”, a Quirt, I hated it but after enough stokes so that I would have welts for a few days, she stopped for a minute and the flogger again, that was it, I started to travel again.

She stopped and let me float for hours, it seemed, nudged me and untied my securing ropes, unlaced and removed the hood. I lay still for a few minutes, and then stood up. I was leaning against her “gyno” table. She told me to turn and face the mirror, and with a sharpie she had written one of her pet names for me on my chest “slut”. I was told to go to bathroom and look at my image fully in the mirror. Again, she had written the words “My Fuck Hole” with the sharpie, and an arrow pointing down. Boy, Lady Lydia really does “love me”.

Evad

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