Endurance and isolation Part 1

Mistress walked into the suspension room wearing the most amazing black rubber hood that just blew me away. The fit was perfect, massively emphasising Mistress Hellena's hypnotic eyes and gorgeous sensuous pouting lips framed in black rubber. Unlike some hoods the eye and mouth holes were neither too large or too small, just perfect, and all of this topped off by two long black girlie pigtails. The hood was perfectly complimented by the black rubber cat suit and high heeled sandals. i was so taken aback that i almost forgot to curtsey as Mistress entered the room!!! Fortunately strict training and good manners meant i did not insult Mistress in such a terrible manner. i threw myself at Her feet and poured out a stream of adoration about Her looks, Her style, Her beauty and the new hood.

Mistress made me pay homage to Her feet and suck Her toes before allowing me to kneel upright and gaze upwards in complete awe. Even before the session really started Mistress had begun to weave Her magic, i was already drifting in a sea of sub space and had to force myself to stay focussed, to ensure my service was up to standard. Little did i know that this was to be a wonderfully long session full of all sorts of mind games.

Mistress moved to the sling in the middle of the room, sat reclining, swinging slowly backwards and forwards whilst i served Her wine and opened my mouth for ashtray service. It's a wonderful feeling to watch Mistress relax, whilst providing some form of menial yet useful service for Her.

Then it was my turn to be put in the sling but with a few differences. Mistress lowered the back of the sling so i was laid flat, then fastened cuffs to my wrists and ankles making escape from the sling impossible. Once secure Mistress then applied numerous pegs to my nipples, and a set of electrics to my cock. As the current was increased and i started jerking around in the sling, swinging backwards and forwards. Mistress decided that if i was going to move like this then She could help. To this end Mistress fastened a long red cord around my balls, stood back and pulled the cord to swing me. Each pull of course hurt like hell, but who am i to complain?

The next step was to then add more red cord between the pegs on my nipples, onto my ankles which were still fastened to the sling, then from my ankles back to my balls. This was very ingenious because as Mistress either swung me, increased the power of the electrics, or indeed tickled my feet, it all prompted wriggling on my behalf, and subject to how i moved it increased the pain to either my balls, my nipples or sometimes both. Mistress found this very amusing, laughing and mocking, which just encouraged Her to do more. The next step was to somehow fasten the spiked parachute around my balls, even though the base of the balls wrapped in a coil of red cord. The parachute was followed by the addition of some lead weights, and to prompt further struggling Mistress used the spiky pinwheel on both the head of my cock and my balls.

The end result was a cascade of different types and levels of pain to a variety of very sensitive parts of my body, and the more i suffered and writhed in agony, the more pain i inflicted on myself due to the complex and devious nature of my predicament.

Then Mistress did one of the most evil things possible to me by blindfolding me meaning that i couldn't admire Her stunning beauty! Not being able to see what is coming next really increases the anticipation, and indeed the pain. When you can see what implement is about to be used on whichever part of your body you can mentally prepare for that split second beforehand, but not when you can't see. Being able to see Mistress helps me take the pain, and when Mistress inflicts serious pain the agony becomes controllable when She stares at me with those deep blue hypnotic eyes. Her control over my mind.

The array of sensations that followed the lack of vision was agonisingly, frustratingly wonderful. Pleasure and pain.

Pleasure when Mistress gently stroked me or rang Her long finger nails over my body, pain when the dial of the electrics was turned up by those long dark talons.

Pleasure to smell the scent of Her perfume, especially as my sense of smell seemed to increase through the lack of vision, before the pain of the whip. Again the lack of vision means that there is increased reliance upon other senses. i would hear the swish of the crop or whip just before it hit my flesh.

Then the immense momentary pleasure of Mistress kissing me, or rather briefly kissing the gag that She inserted in my mouth to shut me up, followed by the pain, the desperation of nothing, absolutely nothing. Not another kiss, no perfume, no whip, no spiked pin wheel, nothing but being suspended, unable to see anything as Mistress had used not just a blindfold but also wrapped a silk scarf around my eyes to ensure that i could not see the slightest sliver of light, never mind any movement that may give a hint of what was to come. The pain of silence, the pain of nothing, the pain of being alone, the pain of being neglected by the Goddess i worship.

Maybe just the occasional tug on the cord to make me swing in the sling tweaking all of my sensitive parts.

It's so easy to lose track of time in session with Mistress, but even more so when deprived of vision, left in a dark world with no interaction, painful or otherwise. These periods of nothingness lasted for what seemed like eternity, occasionally broken by one crack of the whip or a gentle touch, but no voice. The mind races and plays terrible games at times like this. The one painful crack of the whip leaves you desperate for more, more pain because you then know that Mistress is close by, that Mistress is inflicting the pain, Mistress is there.

Then the silence may be broken by loud music, nothing else, no pain, no touch, just the knowledge that Mistress was again there, somewhere in the room. i would be helpless, trying to guess not just what may happen next, but when. The music would give some indication of time, whereas the silent periods left me mentally pleading for the return of my torturer and anything She wanted to inflict. The only comfort being the constant zap of the electrics to my genitals. Even then with the random programme the electrics were set to i didn't know if it genuinely was random or was a sudden increase in pain the result of Her delicate fingers turning a dial to make me suffer!

Afterwards Mistress told me She really enjoyed just sitting back, relaxing, doing nothing, just quietly watching me in suspension, helpless, at Her mercy.

Then a noise right next to my head!!!

A vivid noise, one that i recognised, the sound of fluid pouring into a glass.

Could i be so lucky that Mistress was giving up some of Her champagne. Vintage Hellena tastes so much better than Krug or Cristal. i thrashed around in the sling completely ignoring the pain my movement generated, such was my excitement at the prospect that i may just be rewarded with nectar from my Goddess. Despite the gag i pleaded in a muffled manner trying to scream, to feverishly beg, to implore Mistress to make me suffer more; just for the slightest drop of Her urine.