Tickling and hitting

After climbing the stairs, I found myself at the door of Inanna Justice's dungeon. I knocked and Inanna Justice, smiling, elegant and graceful, opened the door. I stepped inside and set down my belongings. Inanna Justice kindly offered me a glass of water, which I gladly accepted. We quickly discussed safety rules and I headed for the bathroom. As Inanna Justice had instructed, I got down on my knees and knocked on the bathroom door. Inanna Justice opened the door and put a collar on me, signifying that she would be fully involved during the session.

I stood up, followed her and we entered the dungeon. Inanna Justice put bracelets around my wrists and ankles, then fastened me to the chains fixed to the ceiling. I found myself with my arms in the air, vulnerable to Inanna Justice's next punishments. She began by scratching along my body. My white skin reacted immediately, blushing a few seconds after the passage of Inanna Justice's nails. To heighten the sensations, Inanna Justice put a blindfold over my eyes, preventing me from anticipating future abuse. Inanna Justice began by pinching my nipples to gauge my resistance to pain from the expression on my body. She placed clamps on each of my nipples, making it instantly harder to resist the pain. Then, to bring me closer to my limits, she placed weights on each of the clamps one by one, first on the left, which made me wince, then a few seconds later, on the right, causing me to squeal in pain. She repeated this until she had put 3 weights on each clamp. After that, Inanna Justice said to me:

• Inanna Justice: You know what hurts the most?
• K. Yes, that's when you remove the clamps.
• Inanna Justice : Yes, that's true.

Immediately after her words, Inanna Justice withdrew the clamps, allowing the blood to circulate and intensifying the sensations of pain and pleasure, all in an unsettling symbiosis.

• Inanna Justice: But you know when it hurts so much? It's when you put them back on!
• K. (grimacing): Aïe aïe aïe!

After a few minutes of intense sensations with the clamps, Inanna Justice pinched my nipples with her fingernails, which brought me close to my limits and I had no choice but to say the magic word.

Inanna Justice untied me and led me to the St Andrew's cross to undergo my next torture. Inanna Justice immobilized me with bracelets and straps to keep me in a vulnerable position. She began by hitting me with a hammer, causing me to feel heavy impacts on my back and buttocks. With each blow, I felt my skin grow hotter and more sensitive. She then went on to use a whip with thinner straps that made the impacts more scathing and painful. Every contact with the straps made me feel a sharp, intense pain, but I managed to resist by concentrating on my breathing. After several rounds of blows, I let him know that all was well, and then : 

• Inanna Justice: Thank God! How are your nipples?
• K. Yes.

Of course, Inanna Justice, with her sadistic side, took the opportunity to pinch my nipples, which made me wince and squeal due to the great sensitivity of my nipples.

After a few minutes, Inanna Justice untied me and led me to the cage. Listening to her orders, I lay down on the cage, on my back. Inanna Justice tied my hands and feet, making me totally vulnerable to what was to come. Of course, Inanna Justice had taken the opportunity to tickle me, especially on my feet, which made me laugh out loud. At the same time, to contrast the sensations, Inanna Justice was hitting me with a cane on my thighs, which were turning redder and redder from the scathing impacts. After my giggles at being tickled, Inanna Justice untied my hands and reattached them above my head.

• Inanna Justice: Looking at your chicken-wing arms, I wonder, how am I going to cook you now? Shall I stuff them? Roast them? Or simmer them? I'm not sure.

To the rhythm of Queen music, Inanna Justice tickled me, which of course made me laugh, but also let go, allowing me to fully savor the moment. After several minutes of giggles, Inanna Justice reached under my armpits, but as I was no longer able to breathe due to my numerous giggles, I said the magic word to her so that I could regain my composure.

Inanna Justice released me and I stood up to catch my breath. She asked me to lie on the cage, but this time on my stomach with my feet on the floor. Inanna Justice told me I was going to have to endure as many strokes of the cane on my bottom as my age. The first blows landed and I immediately noticed that they were intense but bearable. When I reached 10 strokes, Inanna Justice intensified the blows by administering 5 consecutive strokes, making the area of my buttocks very sensitive and painful. Inanna Justice continued the strokes one by one until she reached the final one (fortunately I'm not retired). After the session, we chatted about a number of very interesting subjects, which enabled me to learn more about BDSM but also to get back into the real world.

Thank you so much Inanna Justice for this intense and enriching session where I was able to push back my limits, in particular by letting go in your caring universe.