Professional submissive escort. Based in Sydney.

I had recently come into contact with M through her web site, suggesting some themes for a meeting. Some of these themes were familiar and some she had not experienced.

I arrived at the appointed hour at the luxurious apartment she shared with her Mistress. M opened the door wearing only a mauve gown, asked me to remove my shoes and conducted me to the upper floor. The first room was dominated by a leather bench with pairs of leather manacles at each end with which a victim could be restrained. The pair at one end was attached by chains to a winch, the whole resembling a medieval rack. A collection of instruments of chastisement hung from hooks on a set of shelves on which sat other BDSM paraphernalia. The second room contained a St. Andrews cross to which a subject could be restrained to receive a flogging.

Having decided that the first room was better suited to the activities I had planned, M asked me to take a shower in the adjoining bathroom and return, where she would be waiting to accept whatever pain I chose to inflict on her.

When I returned, she had removed the gown and was kneeling naked, as I had instructed, which was a sign that she would seek to obey my every instruction. I went to the shelves and selected two weighted clamps. I asked her to rise and saw her wince as I attached them to her nipples. We were now ready for the first part of the story.

Electric torture with a TENS machine

As M had never experience this, I showed her the machine and its electrodes, explaining how it worked. She watched as I assembled the electrodes and attached them to the machine. One was attached to a sound, a thin stainless steel rod with a rounded end, the other to a small clamp.

I then asked her to lay face upwards on the rack, attaching her hands to the chain and her feet to the corners of the bench. I then inserted the small clamp into the entrance of her anus, and, to complete the circuit, the sound into her vagina.

I then picked up the machine and slowly turned up the power level. M stared at me, all the time maintaining eye contact. When M told me that she could feel tingling in both places, I then put down the machine, seeing that it had reached level 6, and started to move the sound around. Suddenly, she gasped I saw her eyes widen, which I presumed meant that the sound had touched her clitoris.

Making sure that the electrodes were still in place, I slowly turned up the power to 8, which caused more gasping, widening of her eyes and involuntary motion. After a couple of minutes, M begged me to pause, to which I agreed. She told me that it felt like having hot needles inserted. After a minute or two, I asked her if she was ready to continue, to which she nodded.

Soon we again reached level 8, so I decided to examine the effect of moving the sound around. Again, a louder gasp and a frightened look as it touched the clitoris. I then removed the sound and slid it along her pelvis and chest until it touched one of her nipples, causing an instant reaction. I then returned it to its original position and turned the power up to 10. I then said that I would leave her there, gasping and writhing. M screamed “No, pleased don’t leave me”, which, observing that she was genuinely distressed, I agreed to.

I then changed the stimulation pattern from individual short pulses to longer pulses, each consisting of several shocks. M immediately noticed the difference. In this pattern, the strength of the pulses varies. As the strength reached its maximum, the effect on M was spectacular, so I decided that she needed a new break. She asked me whether we had reached full power, to which I said that there was one more “hyper” level which she would soon experience.

When I was satisfied that M was ready for the conclusion of the first phase of her torture, I quickly turned the power up to 10 and then activated the “hyper” button. The effect was immediate and spectacular. The gasps became screams as she writhed in a vain attempt to dislodge the electrodes. Satisfied her behaviour, I turned off the machine and removed the electrodes. M told me that the final experience felt like the agony expanding inside her. I told her that, although the pain was intense, the current was very low and would cause no damage. I congratulated her on the steadfast way she had taken her first torment and expressed the hope that, in the event that she would like to repeat it, that her nipples should share in the experience.

The bastinado

The bastinado is probably the oldest form of torture, in which the victim is subjected to blows of moderate strength on the sensitive soles of their feet. M had told me that she had tried this, but did not tell me to what level.

I untied her and instructed her to lie on her stomach facing in the opposite direction. I attached her feet to the manacles on the chain. Taking a length of rope, I asked her to place her hands behind her back and tied them. I then attached the rope to the manacles so that her lower legs were constrained to be vertical and I could attack her soles from above.

I selected the thinnest cane and, with a flick of the wrist, brought it down, causing M to groan and shudder. I could see that, being inflexible, the cane struck the edges rather than the soles and would probably have been unpleasantly painful. I suggested to M that I try the tawse I had brought with me, to which she agreed. I brought it down somewhat harder and could see from M’s reaction that it was at least as painful as the cane. M told me that she preferred this instrument, so I continued in slow time, striking in turn from each side, so that the pain from one stroke had faded before the next one arrived.

After about 20 strokes, I decided to give M a respite from her pain, placed my hand between her legs and began to massage what I hoped was her clitoris. Soon, she started to writhe again, not to avoid the blows, but announcing the approach of orgasm. M asked me if she needed to have permission to reach her climax, but I told her that than was not necessary as I wished to observe it. Soon after I had resumed the massage, her groans increased and then she was still.

I then resumed the bastinado. At no point did M beg for mercy, so, inspired by the sight of her white bottom which would next be the subject of my cruel intentions, I stopped after 20, marvelling at her tolerance of pain, as I am sure she could have taken many more. Again, she had submitted herself perfectly, so I had no grounds for punishing her.

The whipping

All the while of the bastinado, I could see M’s shapely pale bottom, bearing a fading mark from some previous whipping. I untied her so the rope would not impede my blows, so that only her feet were restrained. I began by giving M a brisk spanking until her white bottom had turned pink, although she had told me that I could administer the caning cold if that is what I wanted, again a sign that, having submitted herself, she would take whatever her master decided.

I then began to cane M’s beautiful bottom, admiring the emergence of the red stripes as each stroke bit deeply into her flesh. As it had been successful in the bastinado, I replaced the cane with the tawse, bringing it down with some force and causing M to grasp the end of the bench. I then moved to the other side and repeated the stroke, pleased when M told me that she preferred this instrument to the cane.

I put the tawse down, placed my hand between her legs and began massaging her, this time squeezing one of her nipples. Soon, M climaxed again, after which I decided to conclude affairs by delivering 20 hard strokes of the tawse, which M took without begging for mercy, and, after which, her bottom was very red indeed. Throughout the session, I felt that M had been totally submissive, so that no further punishment was required.

The happy ending

After I had released M from her bonds, she told me that she would like to serve me in one further way. Kneeling, she undid my trousers and removed them along with my underpants. She then invited me to lie on the bench, and, having fitted a condom to my penis, took it in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue while stroking my nipples. Soon, I achieved an intense climax.

After I redressed I suggested to M that, because of the cool temperature, she put on her gown again. We talked while I assembled and packed my electrical tools and the tawse. I left with the feeling of peace that comes from an intense erotic experience.

Masters and slaves

All successful relationships are built on trust, but there is no greater bond of trust than that between master/mistress and slave. The slave submits to be restrained, aware that an evil sadist could misuse that trust to inflict serious damage on their helpless victim. The good master is aware of that trust and seeks to balance the infliction of appropriate pain with the wellbeing of the submissive. It is the most intense of all relationships.