 |
|||
|
|
Chapter 6: Pleasure through pain.
Even those times later on in the session, as she'd lean back against the bedroom wall, coldly studying me and lighting up another cigarette and I knew she was about to increase the torment; some detached and still semi-sane part of my brain was still capable of a sort of traumatised awe at the image before me of such perfection.
Even in those terrifying circumstances, I could still at periods appreciate the absolute exquisiteness of that body as the latex stretched tighter outlining even more the flawless loveliness of her breasts and hips - and the sight of those perfectly shaped nylon clad legs.
After all that had happened so far, it still just didn't seem possible that such a vision was capable of such pitiless cruelty.
Her beauty was so disturbing and disconcerting that early on in the session, despite having made it obviously clear to her that I was a submissive male who got pleasure from being humiliated and tortured by females - I made a laughable attempt to impress her with my 'manliness' by showing extreme stoicism under torture.
That act didn't last very long when she really got into her stride. But still, there's no doubt about it, all during the session, some area of my mind was still just about capable of appreciating just how realistic this real live tormentor was to the sort of female I'd usually dream up in my extreme fantasies.
I also couldn't dimly fail to appreciate early on, that as the role I'd asked her to perform was so close to her real nature, she didn't have to indulge in the usual contrived 'amateur dramatics' one normally has to settle for with most mistresses.
She was just acting naturally and so she was as perfect in that role as it was possible to be.
Another unusual factor in the session was that being a novice, she had yet to adapt to that false and artificial 'mistress tone of voice' that many professionals employ. Whether she was screaming in anger or speaking with soft frightening menace up close, it was not the voice of the usual professional mistress, but of a mercilessly cruel prison wardress going about her business.
Albeit with one unusual difference. Her accent. Her voice sounded far too cultured and educated to be an average wardress.
Oddly enough, that meant when she swore with words that would have seemed normal from a coarse, butch female, when the words came from her refined voice, the anger and moments of apparent fury seemed very much more disconcerting and frightening.
I can't exactly remember the point when something seemed to switch on deep in my consciousness and the session began to move into a weird, uncharted but increasingly thrilling and electrifying area.
Through a mist of tortuous pain and hopeless screams, the masochistic part of my brain was beginning to register the fact that the appearance, character and actions of this gorgeous creature was really stirring up some deep, very powerful erotic sensations.
I had brought this scene to light from a fantasy area that I'd only dreamed of in private and certainly never expected to experience.
But now, that very fantasy had come to life and I was being forced to experience it for real.
Hanging in that room, secured so effectively and gradually being emasculated and neutered so expertly by this beautiful creature - very slowly, but with increasing excitement, I was undergoing a wonderful transformation.
I was after all, masochistic and with a lifelong desire to be humiliated, abused and tortured to a certain level by dominant females. And now magically, that masochistic, submissive part of my consciousness started to emerge to a level I never knew existed and wouldn't have imagined possible in my wildest dreams.
And that area of my brain responsible for my sexual submissiveness towards dominant females was totally taking over and registering the fact that I was actually experiencing the agonies of the fantasies I'd only previously dreamt up in my imagination.
The pain slowly and miraculously began to mutate into a sort of agonized erotic ecstasy.
Oh, the dread, terror, pain and the torment were still very much present, but now all these ingredients just seem to add to the exhilarating mix of breathtaking emotion, such that I had never felt in my life before.
Incredibly, my penis also began receiving the same signals from my brain and in the clearer moments in between the tears of pain clouding my sight, I could see it protruding out and becoming enlarged to an extent I'd never previously known.
It was the most exhilarating and stimulating feeling I've ever experienced in my life and for that period, I felt I could have hung there in joyous agony forever.
The final overwhelming climax finally came as she was leaning against the front of my hanging body to stub her lighted cigarette end on my thrashed backside.
I could smell her perfume and feel the full latex clad curvaceous body of this gorgeously seductive, pitiless sadist forcing herself against mine.
|
|
|