Story: First piercing of Mistress Patricia Marsh's slave's cock
Patricia Marsh
Domination in Toronto Canada (http://www.patriciamarsh.com/) has
permitted me to post this true story of my public servitude, taken from
my slave journal. i have served Her happily for 9 years as Her maid,
secretary, whipping boy, faithfully and obediently accepting Her total
control of my sexuality.
Mistress Patricia first pierces my slave cock (Femdom; S/M; piercing;
bondage)
I am ordered into the dungeon to await Mistress Patricia's arrival. i
kneel patiently on the hard wooden floor of the dungeon. Mistress
enters and stands before me, taking a set of butterfly clamps and
putting them on my nipples. i wince slightly from the tightness and
discomfort as i look up both humbly and adoringly at Mistress, so
honoured and pleased to kneel at Her feet as She stands above me.
Mistress takes the chain linking the clamps and pulls it, lifting it up
gradually. The intensity of the pain and Mistress' exquisite beauty
overcome me and i press my lips to Mistress' body as i look up at Her,
feebly and impetuously attempting to express my appreciation at being
permitted to serve Her.
Mistress roughly grabs me by the hair and slaps me across the face.
"How dare you take such liberties with Me, you insubordinate slave? And
now of all times, when I am about to put your obedience and devotion to
the test. You should know better. How dare you presume to worship My
sacred flesh with your filthy slave mouth?"
"Anytime you act without My express order and presume to anticipate My
wishes you are playing with fire, slave. You had better be prepared to
pay dearly for your impetuousity."
"And I expect the most exact and formal slave protocol in My dungeon,
where I abuse you for My pleasure. I expect you to show the utmost
reverence and awe for My inner sanctum. Here you are powerless. I have
total control. You do nothing - you barely breathe without My
permission. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress," i stutter, as i blush brightly and hang my head in
shame, and continue apologizing profusely. Mistress is satisfied with
my contrition and proceeds to implement Her imaginative plans for Her
slave's torment. Removing the nipple clamps, Mistress directs me to the
suspension board, ordering me to lay quietly upon it as She straps my
body to the apparatus. i am suspended several feet off the ground, but
still level with the floor and therefore secure. Mistress takes a
blindfold and covers my eyes, i am now more easily disoriented, unable
to determine exactly how i am suspended except by my sense of balance.
Mistress proceeds to suspend me upside-down, my head only inches from
the floor, as the blood rushes into my face and head, making me feel
slightly flushed and vulnerable. The straps hold my body immobile
nonetheless and i recover my equilibrium, relaxing somewhat as Mistress
again re-orients the board, suspending me horizontally again. i feel
the pouch covering my genitals being ripped off from the g-string
underneath and suddenly, as i lie bound, blindfolded, and helpless, i
feel searing hot pinpricks splashing against my nipples, still engorged
with blood and tender from the clamps. i smell the smoke and wax or a
burning candle and realize that Mistress is pouring hot candle wax on my
nipples and chest. Yet i cannot recall such intense stinging and
burning pain before from candle wax and i am startled at the remarkable
frequency with which the drops splatter against my reddened nipples.
They are not dripping with a slow measured pace but pour down almost
continuously, gradually wearing me down until i flinch and shudder in my
bonds at each new assault.
"I'll do anything I want to you, my little slave," Mistress declares.
"I will torture you as exquisitely or as brutally as I please with no
regard whatsoever for your vain struggles. But if you do resist, I will
be very displeased..."
Mistress begins to toy with me now, giving my nipples and chest a brief
reprieve as She drips the hot wax over my stomach and down towards my
crotch, causing me to whimper under my breath in anticipation of even
more intense pain. Mistress spares my cock and balls, however,
targeting the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and then pouring more
hot wax on my other nipple, holding the candle close enough that i can
practically feel the heat and shudder at each new punishing drop,
falling mercilessly and without a moment's respite to recover from the
burning sensation of the last drop. i catch a brief trace of the scent
of Mistress' musky wet sex as She walks around my body and past my head,
wondering where Mistress will strike next, my whole body trembling with
anticipation and uncertainty. i suddenly feel the unmistakable sharp
cuts of the stinging knobbed plastic penis whip lashing my vulnerable
naked cock and balls, swollen red with arousal and now racked with
shooting pains. The tiny stiff rubber withes penetrate easily into all
the most vulnerable spots, making the sensitive skin red and raw,
covering my cock and balls with tiny livid bruises.
"Go ahead," Mistress declares, "and cry out, slave. The sound of your
suffering turns Me on." Mistress' lovely soft voice now declares that
She intends to drip more of the hot wax onto my cock and balls, making
me shake involuntarily as i anticipate the hot burning sensations
striking my bruised and vulnerable cock. Mistress holds the candle
close to my bruised swollen cock as She dribbles the searing wax onto
the underside of my cock, each drop a burning pinprick jabbing into my
tender cock-flesh, sending involuntary convulsive shockwaves through my
hips and torso despite the firm bondage and my efforts to remain
submissive and calm. Only the slight relief of the drops falling onto
my thighs and balls, as sharp and painful as they are, and the
occasional hint of Mistress' excitement wafting gently through the air
allow me to stay composed. I feel more drops of liquid wax blasting
against the tender underside of my cock-head and barely stifle a yelp of
shock and pain.
I can sense Mistress' presence and breathe in Her unforgettable and
maddeningly arousing scent as She moves over towards my face. Mistress
straddles my face, keeping Her pussy tantalizingly out of reach, as i
lose myself in Her musky perfume and part my lips instinctively, holding
my mouth open, wishing, aching to catch a tangy dewdrop on my exposed
tongue. i can almost feel the electric moistness of Mistress' puddling
cleft hanging in the air. Mistress holds the slick soft lips a fraction
of an inch from my panting mouth and orders me to extend my tongue but
NOT to lick Her. i gratefully press my tongue into the fragrant pool of
Mistress' dripping wet pussy. The delicate inner lips of Mistress' sex
are parted by Her posture and i cannot believe the abundance of
succulent juice distilled onto my waiting tongue. i am indescribably
aroused, my naked cock, bruised and covered with the stinging hot wax
turns a deeper shade of purple as it aches with the pulsing pressure of
my blood and with need and frustration.
Mistress lowers Her body onto my face and my mouth is filled with Her
slick wet soft lips and the occasional wispy curls of Her dewy pubic
hair. my nose is buried between Mistress' ass-cheeks and i must breathe
all of my oxygen from the folds and recesses of Mistress musky
electrifying cunt. Mistress warns me to grunt three times if i cannot
breathe but i am more aroused than i can imagine possible here, entirely
buried in Mistress' hot wet sex, overwhelmed by the taste and feel and
scent, by the essence of Mistress' hungry sexuality tantalizingly
distilled into my mouth. my breath is perfumed and charged by Mistress'
moistness and sexual heat and laboriously sucked back into my lungs. My
all-powerful captor's breath deepens and quickens as She moans lustily
and grinds Her pubis roughly, greedily against my face. Every shift of
Mistress' body sends shock-waves through me as i must fight for air
until released slightly so that i may again breathe in deeply. The
stinging wax-burns which make me squirm and whimper imperceptibly in my
soft fragrant prison tease more of that musky elixir into my greedy
frustrated mouth, so thirsty to plunge my tongue deeply into Mistress'
pussy and to suck every drop of honey into my throat. But i remain
still and patiently feed off Mistress' excitement just as She feeds off
of my pain.
"Your pain is my pleasure, my little chickadee," taunts my Goddess, as
if reading my mind. And my consciousness wanders as i imagine myself
suffocated in the folds of Mistress' powerful and greedy pussy, drowning
in Mistress' tangy juices, teased in my frantic hunger for oxygen into
animalistic futile bucking against my bonds and Mistress' iron strong
thighs until i am barely conscious before being granted breath at the
critical moment, as Mistress again flawlessly reads my reactions.
Mistress presses Her pussy firmly into my face and for a few
excruciating moments i experience a wave of fear as i hold my breath
until i may lower my chin just enough to tease a tiny breath of female
perfume into my mouth.
Mistress asks me whether i have cleaned off the fibreglass cock shield
and graciously allows me space to speak. I answer that i have and
Mistress dismounts, standing up straight and backing off of my face as
She disappears from the room and i can Her bare feet softly treading
down the steps. Mistress returns several minutes later and removes my
blindfold, allowing me to see that She is completely naked, a knowing
smile playing across Her elegant fine-featured face, so calm, with a
quiet dignity momentarily suffused with a glimmer of conspiratorial
mischief. Mistress can express so much with a single glance of those
dark eyes flashing with imagination and keen intelligence.
I so love the way Mistress will concentrate entirely upon Her own
comfort and pleasure when disciplining me, shedding constrictive or hot
fetish clothing until She is torturing me in the nude, reveling in the
nakedness of Her stunning voluptuous body, so ripe and charged with
sensuality, and confident that Her slave sets the trappings of
domination at nothing compared to Mistress' confidence in Her power.
At first i assume that Mistress' lovely knowing grin is simply an
unspoken acknowledgment of this fact, or an appreciation of the look of
surprise and shy delight on my face as i steal a moment's glance at Her
superb naked form. Then my owner reveals Her plans to pierce my slave
cock this evening and the slumbering object of Her novel new torture
goes rigid with arousal even as a flush of fear and deep erotic hunger
flash across my face. How i have fantasized of Mistress plunging
pitiless needles into my yielding tender cock-flesh, of all of those
tightly packed nerve endings raped by the thrust of sharp steel into
those flesh swollen with blood and arousal. Yet i have never
experienced the reality of having my skin pierced, let alone my
sensitive and vulnerable genitals, and the residual aches of the
bruising and burning of my cock sends a shudder of intense erotic
excitement through me.
The look on Mistress' face and the brilliant white of Her flawless teeth
as She smiles hungrily down at Her slaveboy is intoxicatingly arousing
and i resolve to use all my will-power to obey my sensuous
Mother-goddess in everything, to feed off Her palpable arousal as She
forcibly penetrates my cock with Her needles. Mistress pushes my hard
pulsing cock through the Plexiglas platform and uses the lacing on the
device to tie my prick into constrictive bondage - immobilizing it
totally for the sharp steel. I wince and hold my breath, stifling moans
and exclamations of pain, as Mistress' long sharp black fingernails dig
into my cock as She ties the tiny leather thongs over my penis. I feel
my cock aching with pulses of arousal against its bonds and blushing
brightly even as it is pinched and scraped in anticipation of the next
level of pain. Mistress now has my cock securely bound to the plastic,
as helpless as my entire body, completely at Mistress' mercy.
Mistress puts on latex gloves as my level of excitement and anticipation
grows even as i wonder fearfully whether i will be able to endure the
pain patiently. my cock is swabbed with alcohol and Mistress takes the
needles in Her hand. Where will Mistress pierce my cock? Will it bleed
badly? my cock is dark purple now and completely taut, the skin
stretched smooth as i can practically feel my heartbeat as it drums an
ache into the head of my slave prick. Mistress warns me of the thrust
to drive the first needle home into my cock. I sense that Mistress is
going to force it somehow into the soft tissues on the underside of my
cock shaft, and i am slightly relieved that the head of my cock will be
spared - perhaps i will not bleed so much and the penetration will not
be too prolonged.
Frightened and nervous as i am, i want it so much my cock aches with
hunger. i want to be hurt and used. i want to bleed for Mistress
Patricia, to surrender myself to Her completely, to see the look in Her
eyes as She watches the needles being buried in my cock and sees the
pre-cum dribble out of my cock head, the deepening purple blush and
twitch of arousal which shows how much i love to suffer for my Mistress'
arousal. I cannot really see from this position, however, and
concentrate upon remaining docile and obedient despite the pain. I do
not know how Mistress intends to pierce me until i feel the sharp needle
pricking against my skin, touching the underside of my shaft,
perpendicular to it, and only a few millimetres deep. Mistress pushes
it right through the skin and flesh under my shaft with one swift
masterful thrust.
The pain flames intensely as i can feel the steel passing through skin
and right into the spongy firm flesh which makes up the engorged shaft
of my cock. I breathe heavily and stifle an anguished moan but endure
the swift expert penetration without complaint, panting at the residue
of pain and marveling at Mistress' skill and wonderful outrageous
demands She places on Her devoted, loving, and grateful, pain slut. I
know Mistress wants more from Her worshipful victim and my arousal at
having my flesh pierced makes me hunger for more of Mistress' cold
steel. The pain from the piercing subsides in the afterglow of
horniness and the lust to be hurt more, to have my cock made into a
pincushion, decorated for Mistress' amusement, but i feel a twinge of
fear realizing that the needle must be removed, wondering how painful
that process might be.
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