A tactile spider
The Sirène mélodieuse then reveals herself to be a tactile Spider who has anesthetized her prey to better consume it.
Sometimes, as Dominatrixes, we ask our sisters to look after our submissives. Sometimes as a punishment, sometimes as a reward. Submissive has been sent by Mistress BlancheBlanche, a woman I admire enormously, not only for her practices, but also for her intelligence, good humor, finesse and sadism. Her submissive made a serious mistake and Blanche sent him to my home for a punishment session. Here's her report.
3 p.m. sharp, I arrive at Madame Inanna's.
After the usual hygiene preliminaries, Madame Inanna is surprised that I'm not wearing a Maitresse Blanche collar. She immediately remedies this and attaches the leash that materializes her total takeover of me. She then drags me into the torture room but first she demands that I confess to her on my knees the reason for my presence and thus confess to her the fault for which Mistress Blanche has asked her to inflict the punishment that awaits me.
I'm immensely ashamed to confess that I thought of contacting another dominatrix to satisfy an impulse, as I was unable to appear before Mistress Blanche. I think it's worth pointing out that I didn't succumb to this temptation, not to escape punishment but to avoid her scorn. This preliminary step was psychologically very painful.
Then begins a hypnotic, intoxicating dance.
Madame Inanna brings her face close to mine, distilling sweet words while torturing my breasts, no doubt to better assess me. I can't contain my moans of pain and pleasure, which she encourages by embracing me, the better to plow my body with her sharp nails. Her beautiful eyes shine with satisfaction, but I also detect in them, not without apprehension, an intense gleam of perversity. The gentle warmth of her body brushing against me, her intoxicating perfume, her voice distilling a soft melody in the hollow of my ear, despite her nails lacerating my body and the torture inflicted on my nipples, I lose my footing, sucked in by a whirlwind of extreme sensations. The goal is achieved: I'm completely enslaved, under her total control, a ball of clay she can knead to her heart's content...
The melodious Siren then reveals herself to be a Tactile spider that anesthetizes its prey the better to consume it. Noticing my arousal, she firmly grasps my testicles in her hand and squeezes them powerfully, giving me a wide smile accompanied by a sardonic laugh, surprised a cry of pain escapes me. Then she gives me a brief respite by whispering a few words in my ear, my head on her shoulder. Barely appeased, I suffer the same fate again, this time followed by a hard kick between the legs, seized by pain and breathless, I briefly meet her gaze: her eyes sparkle with satisfaction. By the time I regain my composure, I'm hit by a Slavic 2 kicks to the same spot.
Madame Inanna distills in me with a Mistress's hand (if I dare say so) the poison of fear, the permanent anxiety of the next blow that may come at any moment, the most surprising, the most painful: no more respite, the torture goes up a notch.
I focused my thoughts on you at that moment, dearest Maitresse Blanche, so as not to fall into the trap of trying to remain serene, since it was your will that I suffer.
Once the preparation is complete, the punishment can begin.
Madame Inanna orders me to kneel down, offering her my back, my buttocks and my feet as a playground. No need for a bond, I promised your friend total obedience...
The sustained sweep of a flogger takes charge of heating up my flesh. Gradually, the blows became more forceful. I can't detail the instruments used for this punishment: floggers of various kinds, paddle, studded gloves, riding crop, English cane, whip... The blows were administered for over 20 minutes. with expert precision rhythmic and sometimes spaced out with short recovery periods. Each cry of pain is an opportunity for Madame Inanna to express her satisfaction! 2 weighted breast clamps were also invited to the party!
The back and buttocks were his main targets, but the most intense pain was caused by the whip or badine blows on the soles of the feet: having never suffered this torment before, my mind doesn't know how to tame this pain.
Madame Inanna immediately recognized this weakness and made the most of it, laughingly gratifying me with a " so when you put on your socks you'll think of Blanche and me "
Once the punishment had been administered, Madame Inanna went on to torture my nipples, which I found very sweet and comforting, and which provoked my erection.
To close the session, she crushed my protuberance with her foot and I was allowed to kiss her feet with humility and gratitude.
