What a great night at Hotel BDSM. The lovely Alix Fox of Bizarre magazine accompanied by Matt the photographer came to stay and do an article on the hotel.
Nice to see Ray and Heather, the first ever guests at the hotel again as well.
Late night, early start but it was well worth it.
Watch out for the April issue of Bizarre.
Thursday 28 January 2010
Thursday 21 January 2010
Endurance and isolation Part 2
Mistress removed my gag and i could feel the lip of a jug thrust against my lips, i opened my mouth wide as possible and drank greedily. The lovely warm fresh tangy salty taste confirmed my wildest hopes that it was indeed nectar from my beloved Goddess, i had to drink quickly as Mistress poured more and more into my mouth.
Mistress did not say a single word but then the jug was withdrawn from my lips. i thanked Mistress for the humiliating honour of drinking Her pee and begged desperately for more, but none was forthcoming. i lay there in the sling licking every last drop from my lips, savouring the taste. What makes a man so desperate to drink urine, a waste product i thought? The answer is quite simple, i would have no desire to drink anyone else's but this comes from the Lady, the Goddess who has cast Her spell over me and totally enslaved me. It is therefore so natural and the finest drink in the world. i used to find the concept of water sports abhorrent in years gone by but not now, it's a great honour.
Mistress then lit a cigarette and as usual used my mouth as an ashtray. Then in the darkness with no warning i felt the intense pain of the tip of the cigarette being applied to my balls. This resulted in frantic movement in the sling and a repeat of all the associated pain that movement brought.
Then finally Mistress lowered the sling to the floor and i thought that after what had seemed like hours the session was at its end. How wrong yet again. Mistress began chatting to one of Her friends on the phone as i lay there on the floor still in bondage and blindfolded. This made me feel all the more worthless listening to Mistress talking and ignoring me although She did pass comment that Sally Anne was in restraint at Her feet.
Then Mistress removed the blindfold which came as a real shock not having had any sight for ages. i was blinded by the light, blinked and tried to focus unaccustomed to vision. As i was trying to focus Mistress trampled all over me as i lay on the floor just like a human door mat taking my breath away. Then Mistress sat on my chest, made me put my legs up to act as a backrest as She reclined
Mistress sat back and began to eat a sandwich. As She was eating She casually kicked Her shoes off, pulled the crust of the bread and wedged it between Her toes and without saying a word extended Her lovely long leg so that Her foot was just in front of my face. i wriggled a little and began eating the scraps of bread from between Mistress's toes. What a feast, what an imaginative way to eat, just like a hungry dog, though of course i know Mistress loves Her dogs far more than any slave, and of course treats the dogs far better. Then as soon as i had finished my feast Mistress picked up the jug of urine, pinched my nose so i had to open my mouth and very kindly washed down the crumbs with an after dinner drink of Chateau Hellena.
Whilst i was trying to take all of this in Mistress swiftly moved, pulled on some rubber gloves, cleaned and lubricated a sound and slid it right down my urethra. In what seemed like an instant it was torment and pleasure from one of my bodily openings to another. However instead of removing the sound before inserting the next size up Mistress simply inserted the second one in conjunction with the first. Now this was something new for me again, two sounds at once. A very strange feeling having both of the sounds inside and moved independently. Double trouble. Indeed being masturbated with the sounds in place is agonisingly erotic and painful.
It was at this point that Mistress spoke for the first time in ages, simply to inform me that She intended to work on a vigorous programme of sounds, stretching my urethra, building up my tolerance so that by the end of the year i WOULD be able to take the largest sound in Her very extensive collection. i have seen it, it's a monster; i find it hard to believe that any penis could take such a size, but know that Mistress will get exactly what She wants. However cruel this may sound Mistress is very responsible and knowledgeable. She will push me to extremes, extend my boundaries, but as all skilled performers, artisans, or people at the very pinnacle of their profession She knows just when to stop. Many a time my cock has suffered with the sounds, but She will stop and say that's enough for today, that She doesn't want to damage anything. She will hurt me, but at the same time She will take very good care of me (unlike some other Dommes) i feel so safe because i am in good hands and this real trust means that i am so much happier to go where She leads me.
The next thing i knew was that the sounds were removed and a catheter inserted. Now this feels weird at the best of times but immediately after deep and repeated use of the sounds was truly amazing. Mistress explained She was being very considerate and allowing me to relieve my self after several hours in bondage and the enforced drinking. Nothing to do the humiliation of of being restricted and having my bladder drained without any say so at the will of a gorgeous Lady. There was nothing i could do, the tube went in, my pee came out and Mistress milked me in a different fashion
Mistress did not say a single word but then the jug was withdrawn from my lips. i thanked Mistress for the humiliating honour of drinking Her pee and begged desperately for more, but none was forthcoming. i lay there in the sling licking every last drop from my lips, savouring the taste. What makes a man so desperate to drink urine, a waste product i thought? The answer is quite simple, i would have no desire to drink anyone else's but this comes from the Lady, the Goddess who has cast Her spell over me and totally enslaved me. It is therefore so natural and the finest drink in the world. i used to find the concept of water sports abhorrent in years gone by but not now, it's a great honour.
Mistress then lit a cigarette and as usual used my mouth as an ashtray. Then in the darkness with no warning i felt the intense pain of the tip of the cigarette being applied to my balls. This resulted in frantic movement in the sling and a repeat of all the associated pain that movement brought.
Then finally Mistress lowered the sling to the floor and i thought that after what had seemed like hours the session was at its end. How wrong yet again. Mistress began chatting to one of Her friends on the phone as i lay there on the floor still in bondage and blindfolded. This made me feel all the more worthless listening to Mistress talking and ignoring me although She did pass comment that Sally Anne was in restraint at Her feet.
Then Mistress removed the blindfold which came as a real shock not having had any sight for ages. i was blinded by the light, blinked and tried to focus unaccustomed to vision. As i was trying to focus Mistress trampled all over me as i lay on the floor just like a human door mat taking my breath away. Then Mistress sat on my chest, made me put my legs up to act as a backrest as She reclined
Mistress sat back and began to eat a sandwich. As She was eating She casually kicked Her shoes off, pulled the crust of the bread and wedged it between Her toes and without saying a word extended Her lovely long leg so that Her foot was just in front of my face. i wriggled a little and began eating the scraps of bread from between Mistress's toes. What a feast, what an imaginative way to eat, just like a hungry dog, though of course i know Mistress loves Her dogs far more than any slave, and of course treats the dogs far better. Then as soon as i had finished my feast Mistress picked up the jug of urine, pinched my nose so i had to open my mouth and very kindly washed down the crumbs with an after dinner drink of Chateau Hellena.
Whilst i was trying to take all of this in Mistress swiftly moved, pulled on some rubber gloves, cleaned and lubricated a sound and slid it right down my urethra. In what seemed like an instant it was torment and pleasure from one of my bodily openings to another. However instead of removing the sound before inserting the next size up Mistress simply inserted the second one in conjunction with the first. Now this was something new for me again, two sounds at once. A very strange feeling having both of the sounds inside and moved independently. Double trouble. Indeed being masturbated with the sounds in place is agonisingly erotic and painful.
It was at this point that Mistress spoke for the first time in ages, simply to inform me that She intended to work on a vigorous programme of sounds, stretching my urethra, building up my tolerance so that by the end of the year i WOULD be able to take the largest sound in Her very extensive collection. i have seen it, it's a monster; i find it hard to believe that any penis could take such a size, but know that Mistress will get exactly what She wants. However cruel this may sound Mistress is very responsible and knowledgeable. She will push me to extremes, extend my boundaries, but as all skilled performers, artisans, or people at the very pinnacle of their profession She knows just when to stop. Many a time my cock has suffered with the sounds, but She will stop and say that's enough for today, that She doesn't want to damage anything. She will hurt me, but at the same time She will take very good care of me (unlike some other Dommes) i feel so safe because i am in good hands and this real trust means that i am so much happier to go where She leads me.
The next thing i knew was that the sounds were removed and a catheter inserted. Now this feels weird at the best of times but immediately after deep and repeated use of the sounds was truly amazing. Mistress explained She was being very considerate and allowing me to relieve my self after several hours in bondage and the enforced drinking. Nothing to do the humiliation of of being restricted and having my bladder drained without any say so at the will of a gorgeous Lady. There was nothing i could do, the tube went in, my pee came out and Mistress milked me in a different fashion
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