For the time being
I sometimes send my submissives to my Dominatrix girlfriends. Here's a report on a visit to my dear friend's house Mistress Blanche.
For the time being
For days I'd been trying to figure out what Madame Inanna had in store for me on that long-awaited Friday afternoon. So I knew right away who we were going to see when I woke up to the address of the appointment: the gynarchic nurse clinic run by the deliciously sadistic Maîtresse Blanche. It's a place that had already aroused my fantasies several months ago, during my perverse explorations on Twitter, without even knowing at the time that Madame and Maîtresse Blanche were friends. In the meantime, I had the good fortune to discover it at a party, from which I emerged, all zebra-ridden, my body and mind scarred by the snapping of terrible elastic bands.
So it's with great excitement (but still in a cage...) that I leave home, after putting on a diaper and plastic panties (on Madame's orders, I won't deny that I found the idea as exciting as it was intimidating, but certainly a little ridiculous too).
At the appointed time, I receive a message: "You're coming up. The door is open. There's a chair, get undressed and leave your things on the chair" the order is given, the session begins in earnest, and I comply. Waiting, dressed only in a (soiled...) diaper and plastic panties, immediately put me in the mood, expecting the mocking remarks that would follow from this situation, and of course there was no shortage of them.
Maîtresse Blanche picks me up, dressed in a medical gown that partly conceals a sexy black outfit, and leads me into a medical room with a hospital bed, strapped with restraints, tables filled with incongruous objects, plugs, syringes, other diapers, and on a chair, the one that allows me to explore this wonderful world, Madame sits, magnificent and dignified, smiling. She warned me that she'd probably be a spectator this time (A player like her? A spectator? Yes, of course...) so I focus my attention on Maîtresse Blanche, who's quick to comment on my situation, and get me to remove the diaper, so I can dip my fingers in it and experiment a little with my urine. I comply, of course, trying to apply myself and get involved as much as possible. I wanted to show that the Insolent could be docile and submissive, at least in part...and I dreaded the punishments she might have imagined. The rest of the session showed that I had done the right thing!
To keep things regressive/humiliating, she decides to put 3 diapers on me (I'm not going to deny my fetish for this item, but three diapers...already sounded ridiculous even before I wore them, and it didn't fail). She also adds a kind of gelatin, cold, to the buttocks, to simulate a deeper soiling I guess...and it works very well. It's really not pleasant, and my grunts signal it regularly. Despite this, I'm still horny in my diapers when she starts strapping me down on the bed. Once I'm securely in place, with straps on all limbs, diapers and even my head, things get serious. She pulls out an antigen test, and, having already experienced her pleasure in swabbing, I brace myself for what's about to happen: a rape of my nostrils, plain and simple. It looked like a lot of fun, because Madame Inanna, having seen Mistress Blanche do it, took care of the 2nd nostril. What a bizarre situation, I find myself strapped to a hospital bed, in diapers, with 2 very sexy women having fun making me cry by swabbing my nostrils... and the worst part? I love it!
Discussing all her arsenal and in particular needles (things that still impress me greatly), Mistress Blanche blows a wind of sadism into the room, mentioning electrified needles. I blanch as I see Madame's eyes light up, I could have touched her desire, and, as is often the case, it overcomes my fear, and I accept the experience, aware that I'll have to put up with needles first, before the real ordeal.
Having decided on the location (my left foot dangling in the air), Madame Blanche proceeds to insert the first two needles. Her sadism is clearly evident in the way she plants the needles, slowly, conscientiously, and I concentrate on my breathing, as I've always been taught, to make the best of this...experience. Mistress Inanna's two needles were introduced all at once (thank you for that, Madame!), quickly and efficiently, just like the woman who directed them.) That was the "easy" part.
Mistress White returns with a box, connects the alligator clips to the needles, two by two. And then I brace myself, apprehensive, I see her activate the box...nothing happens, no more batteries, a slight relief (completely vain and illogical because at this point, I could no longer escape the electricity), I relax, look away....Then an intense pain, like large, repetitive pricks in my feet. I shrieked in surprise, jerked around in my restraints, trying to escape this pain, surely one of the most intense I'd felt so far, on the spot, and in shock, I didn't even realize it was electricity, and I was trying to understand why they were stabbing my feet so much! Finally it stopped (actually it was quite short I think, but it seemed interminable at the time) "Ah, it works" she said enthusiastically, "and it's only level 1". At this point I was terrified, feeling the usual post-pain pleasure, but the pain was still very fresh in my mind, and so hard to bear that I didn't want to, REALLY NOT, experience the higher levels, I even hoped they'd be enough. Only Madame Inanna looked at me and said, "Two more for me". For her, for her I can, and I trust her 2 is 2, it's tenable, it sounds so hard, but it's tenable. Mistress Blanche has, as always, the bright idea of plugging my nose and mouth during the shocks, so I take a deep breath, her hands press down on my face, and the stabbing resumes, I scream into her hands, struggle, then it's over, a little respite. Only one more, "for her" I repeat to myself. I take a breath, Madame Blanche's gloved hands resume their positions, and the electric shocks begin again. This time seems much longer than the others, I try to scream, to inhale air, continue (still) to struggle uselessly, but I'm held firmly by divine hands and solid restraints.
Finally it stops, an indescribable sensation invades my body, tingling everywhere, my head is spinning, an unprecedented sense of well-being. It's over, I've done it and it feels so good. The moment after... that moment of pride, relief, and other sensations and emotions I'm still unable to describe. That moment that has a price, pain, discomfort, whatever, it's totally worth it. The smiles on the faces of these beautiful women, their congratulations for the ordeal they've endured... This moment is delicious.
To end the session, they let me cum, not without Maîtresse Blanche tickling my nostrils with a paintbrush to distract me from the pleasure I'd been waiting several days for. As soon as it was filled, the condom was emptied into my mouth, and before I could enjoy the sensations of my orgasm, I had to endure the taste of it...
It was definitely one of the most intense experiences I'd ever had. The place, the practices, the two perverse, sadistic minds of these exceptional women transported me. When I got home, I was exhausted, and spent several hours lying in bed, thinking about and understanding this moment...
Thank you ladies for this experience, you make me travel mentally, explore bizarre fantasies, discover new sensations, finally.....you make me live. Thank you all again.