Sequestration

Sequestration report:

August 2025: sequestration, 24 h

The rule: from 1 p.m. to 1 p.m., Saturday to Sunday. Night in the cage. 8 or 9 punishments for the 8 1/2 days I kept Madame waiting.

This sequestration would deserve a long account, but it would be a long and boring read. It's better, I think, to describe the main moments, at least those that made the biggest impression on me.

I will say, however, what practices Madame imposed on me:
- bring nettles;
- teasing with nettles, which still scares me (though I have experience of it);
- put in a straitjacket for several punishments;
- cross for several punishments;
- spanking bench for several punishments;
- session of clamps scattered around sensitive areas, bondage on the cage roof;
- electrified double-roller torture, bondage (in a straitjacket), always frightening too;
- stake (with a coin held on the wall with my nose);
- Madame Lule's visit: serving tea in minordomo garb (corset and bow tie);
- visit from Madame Lule: "platrage medical" session;
- punishments with various punitive tools: martinet, flat ruler, flat tub, braided hackberry whip, heavy and hard narrow paddle, tawse (I didn't know it was like that, it looks like a paddle), birch yards (birch), whip (several whips with one strap), wide paddle with round golden nails and small spikes (9 instruments). I'm surprised Madame didn't use the cane, which she had prepared.
- a great scene of Reprimand: unforgettable!
- a session of (brief, intermittent) respiratory deprivation with a gas mask;
- a short stay in the sleep-sack;
- a full night in the cage, unrestrained. Madame had thought about wearing a straitjacket, but decided against it in the end (in view of a large hematoma on my left arm, totally unrelated to this session).

I'll now comment on a few highlights of this extraordinary full day.

Madame greets me, her welcome always warm and friendly and that of a "vanilla" relationship. We haven't started the session yet. She's beautiful, in high boots with a high heel and a "bottier" look. She asked me to bring some nettles and I did (but I don't give out the address of my supplier). The session begins when she sends me off for a shower.
We're here for 24 hours, a long sequestration session in which Madame has all the power over me (or so I like to think). I know two things: I'll spend the night in the cage, and I'll receive 8 or 9 punishments for taking 8 1/2 days to respond to Madame's offer of a meeting. However, everything is at Madame's discretion.

Punishments: Madame decides to give me 9 punishments. Each will last 9 minutes or consist of 9 strokes, depending on the instrument Madame wishes to use. So, 9 strokes of the paddles, tawse, wand, ruler, riding crop, birches, and 9 minutes of the martinet and whip. No cane, maybe next time. I receive these punishments in groups of three or four, first in the straitjacket, then on the cross (where, unlike the straitjacket, I have no freedom of movement and can only receive the blows without trying to dodge them). I enjoy immensely Madame's power to hurt me, even though I can see that she doses her blows. Ah, to be able to bear more pain, to be able to offer her the freedom to hit me as my Mistress would like to do, owner of my body, my nerves, my skin, my screams and my distress! To be Her plaything, really, as She might sometimes wish, when the spectacle of my contortions and the sound (muffled by the gag) of my protests would be for Her a pleasant delight!

The kind tortures: Madame is indulgent, but knows how to play her electrified roulette wheel (and also her clamps, which she places and moves from tender skin to nerve center). This roulette wheel is a fearsome device, and she laughs (and I laugh nervously too) when she moves it over my sensitive areas. So formidable that its mere approach provokes in me all sorts of retractions, undignified flight movements, fear reflexes, high-pitched screams that would shame me if anyone heard them. What a shame (what a pleasure, of course, to behave like a wimp, a sissy, rather than a worthy submissive! The threat of nettles provokes the same reactions - this time in the presence of Madame Lule, who has come to tea as a neighbor.

Madame Lule: this beautiful, mocking Woman dominates with her astute words. Madame and Madame Lule tackle a rare practice (so rare - as far as I'm concerned - that I'm unable to guess it despite preparations that should, I suppose, reveal it transparently). We play a little game of platrage and deplatrage, bandage and débandage - but I'm a very bad patient. Madame is a sport and I kiss her feet. But I see myself as a deraper and allow myself a little insolence that Madame is quite capable of severely punishing the next time we meet.

Night: here comes the night. I have no sense of time, but it must be 11 or midnight, and I'm sure Madame is counting on an 8-hour night's sleep, so that will be the length of my own night of discomfort. Madame had told me about the straitjacket and I myself had considered handcuffs or wrist and ankle chains and perhaps an opaque hood. But Madame is indulgent and locks me in the cage without shackles: the discomfort (although there is a mattress a few centimeters thick and Madame allows me a pillow) of a cramped cage is enough to discipline me. Madame lets me in unceremoniously and locks the gate: then she turns off the light and withdraws without a glance, leaving me locked in a cubic meter (and still) enclosed by bars and a low ceiling and in almost complete darkness. I can't lie down (Madame advises me to put my legs through the bars, which I couldn't do if they were shackled). Still, it's devilishly difficult to find a position that isn't uncomfortable. However, relaxing after this afternoon of domination, I fall asleep fairly quickly, but the discomfort of my position or a sudden noise wakes me up and I struggle to get back to sleep. Then I contemplate how long I've had to endure this confinement, and I start to become aware: awareness of a real inconvenience to endure (for I have forbidden myself to appeal to the indulgence of my Divine Mistress - may She, I beg, let me call Her that), awareness of boredom and the impossibility of deceiving it (my Mistress has left me no reading material), awareness of the impossibility of finding a bearable position, of having to endure darkness (because I can't reach the light switch), of having to endure arbitrariness (because it was my Mistress who indifferently turned off the light), of being aware of what a prisoner goes through (and yet, she points out to me the next day, I could appeal to her and stop everything, whereas a real prisoner has no such leisure. In the morning, after I've finally fallen asleep, I wake up as daylight begins to pierce the shutters and the freshness of dawn pleasantly crosses my naked skin, and I enjoy my reveries of submission. Confinement has heightened the pleasure of belonging, however briefly, to Madame. I think of her with gratitude and, during this sweet reverie, Madame comes to open the grate of my cage.

The Reprimand: it's the second day of my confinement. I'm out of my cage and showered after breakfast. Madame, probably fed up with my imbecility, sends me to the stake, nose to the wall on a coin (which must not fall). She returns, and I get the shock of contemplating her in her indignant beauty; booted, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, her lips red and her eyes lightly made-up, her beautiful green and blue eyes, clear and changeable, fixed on me in the anger that drives her. I, unworthy earthworm, good at licking the ground beneath His footsteps, quenching my thirst with His Divine Urine, crawling under His whip, have caused a flood by my unconscious, careless, abusive use of the shower! This deserves a Reprimand, delivered in a Voice without reply, calm and full of anger, threatening and announcing the worst consequences ("you're looking for punishment, patrice!"). Before lowering my eyes and begging forgiveness, I look into Her eyes, conscious of the pleasure I take in contemplating Her in Her state as Goddess of Ire; I look for the hint of complicity on her face, the awareness of a role-play, a stage-play, but no, nothing of the sort, so I tell myself I must be guilty of having abused her, and at the same time a feeling of guilt invades me, along with, against all reason, the fear of my Divine Mistress's wrath (along with a real resolution to be more careful in future). This unforgettable episode, La Réprimande, continues (if I remember correctly) with a cross and the application of one of the aforementioned corrections.

I'm leaving Madame after 24 hours. It was a wonderful time.

I think I deserve new punishments and more demanding trials.