The Black Room

The Black Room

 

            I have been talking on myspace to a dominatrix for a few weeks now. My schedule had recently cleared up and I had agreed to have a session with her. I went to the corner of the streets that she had instructed and called the dungeon studio at the appointed time. The receptionist then gave me the final directions to the facility. When I got there, the receptionist greeted me. She was a small redheaded girl in her early twenties dressed in a sexy business suit and a short business skirt. She told me that I was to give her the tribute envelope and follow her. I was very nervous, but I of course complied. She walked me to one of the closed doors and stopped.

            “You are in the black room today,” she said in her sweet voice. “Now listen closely. When you enter the room, you will find two bags on the chair. One of them is empty and the other one isn’t. You are to strip and put your close in the empty bag. You will then open the other bag. Inside you will find leather restraint cuffs and a hood. You will put the cuffs and hood on and stand in the center of the room with your back to the door and your arms at your side.” The greeter then put her hand on my cheek and turned my face directly toward her so that I was forced to look directly into her eyes, “and don’t move! If the Mistresses wants you to move she will direct you.”  She paused a second, “Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I said with slightly louder than I had intended.

“Good, the Mistress will be with you shortly,” she informed me as she opened the door.

I walked into the room, which was painted almost completely black and one completely mirrored wall. There were two different styles of bondage chairs near one wall, with a bondage cross in the corner. There was also a black padded bondage bed, which had some type of winching mechanism at the head. Off in the other corner of the room was a bondage horse and a cabinet. One of the walls had different kinds of paddles, whips, different colored ropes, and other bondage restraints hanging on it. As described, there were indeed two bags on one of the bondage chairs. I didn’t waste any time getting undressed and putting my close into the empty bag. In the other bag, I found everything that the receptionist told me would be there. I wrapped the two leather wrist restraints around each wrist and buckled them in place. I did the same with the ankle restraints. I did notice that each restraint was fitted with an o-ring. Next was the hood. This was quite intimidating. It was a tight looking leather hood with a zipper in the back and a buckle that wraps around the neck. There were thick patches over the eyes, which would make it impossible to see through and also lumps of cloth over by each ear, which would make it extremely hard to hear through. I wondered if I would be able to even hear the Mistress enter the dungeon. After I put it on, I was pretty sure that I wouldn’t be able to hear the Mistress unless she yelled right into my ear.

Now, I was exactly how the greeter had ordered me. All that remained now was to wait… and wait I did. It seemed like hours, but was probably only fifteen minutes or so. I felt a feather under my ball sack… real lightly. At first, I wasn’t even sure if it was in my mind or not. Then I felt it run over my chest and around each nipple. I had a hard time not moving. Then the feather was traced down my chest again and then up the underside of my very hard cock. I felt a slight pull on my left arm. No one was grabbing it, but I could tell that a rope was being threaded through the o-ring. A moment later the same thing happened to the other arm. After another moment, my arms were being pulled upwards by the ropes. The ropes kept pulling, even when my arms were stretched as high as possible. It wasn’t long before I was on my tiptoes. At this point, I felt the feather glide on my chest again tickling each nipple. This caused my nipples to become erect and then without warning, I felt the hard biting pinch of cold nipple clamps on each of my hard nipples. I felt the clamps being pulled upwardly as they tugged my now hurting nipples with them.

 The nipple clamps continued to dig into my nipples for a few minutes. But I couldn’t tell what the Mistress was planning. I didn’t feel any new sensations and that scared me even more. I forced myself to listen as intently as I could in the hopes that I could figure out what was coming next. But I knew it was hopeless. As time moved forward and the Mistress let me savor the pain of the nipple clamps and the aching of my toes as I was supporting my weight on them almost entirely.

Without warning, I felt the sting of a flogger on my back. It was hard, but not too hard. The surprise of it hurt more than anything. But that would soon change as the Mistress flogged my back harder and faster. Then, as unexpectedly as it had started, the flogging stopped and there was nothing, nothing but the stinging of my back and the burning of my nipples and the aching of my legs.

My arms were then lowered slightly so that I could put my weight on my feet instead of just my toes. This would have been a huge relief, except that the chain attached to the nipple clamps had not been loosened and it was still pulling the clamps upwardly. Standing on my feet caused the clamps to pull my nipples harder. The only way to relieve the pain in my nipples was to stand on my tiptoes. Just as I had realized this, I felt a hard smack on my ass from a paddle. The Mistress started to paddle my ass harder, which each swat and each swat came faster and faster. It wasn’t long before I could feel tears running down my face inside the hood. But the Mistress kept paddling away on me. Every so often she would stop for a moment and caress my ass with the paddle gently, or use her hand to do the same. But then she would start up again and the pain was unbelievable. And through it all, I had to fight to stay on my toes so that I could lessen the pain of the nipple clamps. To my surprise, the Mistress then added some slack to the nipple clamp chain and I was able to rest my toes for a minute.

Now, the Mistress had started paying attention to my cock, and my cock went even more to attention for the Mistress. She cupped my balls in her warm hand and fondled them around a bit. Then I felt her run some kind of rope around the base of my cock and balls. It wasn’t long before I could feel her tie the rope so that each of my balls were separated out. This made them extremely sensitive. She lightly scratched at each one and gave them each a little tug. Then I felt them being pulled downward toward the floor. A moment later, I felt her hand gently pushing the back of my knees signaling me to bend slightly. I did as directed and then I felt the rope on my balls being pulled further to the ground and then tied to the floor. Without warning, the chain from the nipple clamps were tightened again to their previous position causing me to stand on my toes to lessen the pain. This time however, as I went to my toes, the rope on my balls pulled extremely hard causing a great deal of pain in my balls.

The Mistress had left me a choice. Either I could feel the full pull of the nipple clamps or the full pull of the rope pulling my balls. Either way I had to experience extreme pain. As I kept shifting between the two options, I felt the Mistress unbuckling the hood around my head. She then unzipped it and pulled it off my head completely. This was the first time that I was able to get a chance to gaze upon the Mistress who has been torturing me.

She was about average height and her weight was quite proportional. Her long straight red hair glided back and forth against her pale milky white skin as stroked a finger over the underside of my cock. She war wearing black open-toed heels with straps that crisscrossed over her feet and all the way up her legs to her knees. She had on a short cheerleader like skirt made of black leather, which flowed around her. A strong wind could easily blow her skirt upward. A black tight leather corset clung to her body and pushed her ample sized breasts upward revealing the Mistress’s cleavage. Around the Mistress’s neck was a spiked choker. Finishing off her outfit was a pair of black lace-up gauntlets around her lower arms. She was unbelievably stunning and for a moment, I completely forgot about all the pain that I was in and about my current situation. It was like time had stopped. But Mistress snapped me out of my daze when she grabbed my chin and thrust it in such a way that my eyes were forced to meet her gaze. “Do you want to cum, slave?” she asked with an edge to her voice.  

Without a thought, I nodded my head and answered her in an almost inaudible, “yes Ma’am.”

She stroked the underside of my cock again and gave out a little chuckle. Then she took the nipple clamps off my nipples at the same time. The blood rushed back into them causing unimaginable pain. She then, lightly pinched them to help the blood flow back into them. The Mistress walked behind me for a moment. When she returned mere seconds later, she had a posture collar and leash in her hands. Buckling the collar around my neck within seconds, as my head was forced upward. I was now unable to look down or lower my head at all. This was unfortunate because now the Mistress had turned her attention to the rope tied to the floor. With a slight pull of the end, my balls were no longer being pulled downward. She let the rope hang down from behind my cock and balls and then promptly ignored as if she had forgotten about it completely. The Mistress moved to the side of the room and released the rope that was pulling my left arm upward. Moving to the other side of the room she released my other arm.

“Up” she commanded as he pointed to the bondage bed. “On all fours… quickly!”

 I obeyed her command without a moment’s hesitation. She slapped my ass a in such a way as to let me know that she wanted me to move forward more. I crawled forward as directed. She then took some rope and threaded it through one of my wrist cuffs and then through an o-ring on the side of the bed. Mistress tightened the cuff close to the ring so that I couldn’t move much. She then walked around the bed and did the same with that wrist cuff. As expected, she tied my ankle cuffs in the same manner.

Mistress then attached a leash to a ring on the back of my collar and gave it a little tug as the leash was tied off to one of the rings on the bed in such a fashion as to keep it taunt, forcing my neck back and my head facing forward. Then the scarlet haired goddess grabbed the dangling rope that was tied around my cock and balls, then around each of my balls separately and then again around the base of my cock and balls. Once she had the rope end in her hand, she wrapped it around her wrist like she would a leash. She pulled on it a little and watched as my cock and balls bobbed up and down. With that she let out a bit of a chuckle and continued yanking slightly.

I hear her move about as she untwined the rope to gain distance. I tried to turn my head, but couldn’t as the leash of the posture collar forcing my gaze forward. All I could do was listen for the footsteps of her heels against the floor as she moved about the room grapping some things from one of the cabinets and then returning to the bed; all the while, adjusting the length of the rope holding my cock and balls in place. “You’re going to love this slave,” she loudly whispered in a sultry tone. My cock grew larger just hearing the sound of her voice as she said it.  

The Mistress placed something in front of my knees, but I couldn’t tell what. I tried to look down to see, but again, the leash tugging on my posture collar made that impossible. Next, I heard the snapping sound of latex. It wasn’t long before Mistress started to fondly my balls with her left hand while I felt her rubbing some cold cream on my ass with her right hand. Slowly, her latex gloved hand caressed my ass as she continued to fondle my tied balls with her bare hand. The gloved hand moved closer and closer to my anus and I felt just the gloved index finger lightly circling the flesh around my anal hole. After a moment or two, her finger started to push into the hole ever so slowly. Deeper and deeper she pushed. A second latex finger soon followed as the Mistress’s bare hand moved to my cock. She stroked my cock up and down very gently as she two gloved fingers slowly and rhythmically stimulated my prostate inside my greased anus. “ohhh, mmmm, ahhhh,” Mistress whispered in her sultry tone simulating the sounds of sex as she continued to stroke my prostate and move her left hand up and down my hard shaft keeping with the rhythm of her right. Every so often, she would move her left hand from my cock back to the fondling of my roped balls and then back again to my hard member. All the while she would keep the rhythm of her gloved fingers on my prostrate and continue she soft moaning. After a time, I felt my cum dripping out of my cock head as the redheaded goddess continued her routine. More and more of my cum poured out of my cock and yet the Mistress gave no signs of notice except that her soft moaning got progressively louder and more intense. I couldn’t believe that my cum was still flowing and worried slightly about the mess that I must be making. But over everything, the realization hit me that I had not had an orgasm.

When my cum had stopped the flowing and the Mistress was satisfied that she had gotten very last drop out of me. She pulled her fingers out of my ass and then gave it a good solid whack. “I am done milking you now little cow,” She said with a sigh. “I doubt you will be able to orgasm for a week. How does that make you feel?”

I didn’t know how to answer. I was completely speechless.

With another smack of the ass, “Answer me slave!” within moments, she released the leash holding my head and moved close to my face awaiting my response.

In my nervous barely audible voice, I tried to answer. “I don’t know Mistress,” I whispered -- my throat being extremely dry.

 “I bet you are thirsty slave,” She said as she moved a bowl in front of my face. “Lucky for you slave, I am not mean enough to make you drink this milk of yours.” With that said, the Mistress handed me a glass of water with her other hand. She helped me drink the water and gave out a slight chuckle. “I bet you really would have drank your own milk if I commanded. How sweet, now get dressed,” she ordered as she untied my wrist before walking out of the Black Room and closing the door behind her.

I was left to untie my other wrist and then my ankles. I removed the collar and found the bag with my clothes in it. As I was finishing getting dressed, the Mistress walked back into the room. She moved right in front of me and stomped her heel, “Kneel!” She ordered.

I immediately obeyed without a thought.

“Kiss me feet!” she ordered.

As I started to lower my head and kiss her toes, she voice roared again.

“Make love to them!”

After about a minute or two, she told me to stop and let me know that our session was over. I thanked her for the experience and she showed me out of the Black Room and the dungeon.

-The End-