Mistress SC · Part 1

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This is a true story.

I am Polemanme; I should explain I am very much into bondage and to small extent domination. I would describe myself as submissive and love to be tied up and played with in a sexual way. The bondage has to be very effective and I love to push the envelope of bondage. I have tried and still do indulge in self-bondage but never seem to have the courage to try one of the tried and tested self-release mechanisms. Like ice in a stocking. I will however try this in the near future.

I love to subject myself to CBT bondage whenever I can and love the feeling when my cock and balls are very tightly roped up. Normally I tie myself much tighter than anyone else dares and sometimes even have frightened them with the severity of the bindings.

I met online a Mistress who lived not far from me and we developed a really good online relationship with her giving me instruction within an instant messenger window. This then developed to my tying myself as instructed and taking digital photos for her to review and criticise. If the bindings were not strict enough or accurate enough she would give me instructions for punishment.

Now at this point I could lie and say that I carried out every instruction to the letter. But that would be foolish and no one would believe me. Some things I did baulk at and simply said I had done them to keep her happy.

However the inevitable happened and we agreed to meet to see if this relationship could become real time as opposed to cyber. A neutral place was decided upon as a gardening centre that was at a mid point between our homes.

Her instructions were clear. I was to insert a butt plug and tie my cock and balls tightly enough to tolerate at least a 2-hour session. As this had to account for the journey to the garden centre as well as the journey home this was difficult to gauge. The rope securing the cbt was to be long enough to allow her to take control of me while we were meeting.

I took a moderate sized soft cotton cord of about 8 feet in length and tied a loop around both cock and balls securing with a really tight double knot, this left equal length tails of rope dangling from my by now erect and engorged cock, my scrotum was nice and shiny as well. Of course had shaved all my pubic hair carefully for her as well. I then tied the rope around my cock only omitting my balls and tied this as tightly as I could. My cock by this point was beginning to go purple and the veins were really standing out. The next wrap took in my balls only and was again pulled as tight as I could manage. So now I had cock and balls tied, cock tied and balls tied.

I then did the same thing again making everything double and made sure all was nice and tight. I had about 12 inches left on each end of the rope, which as nowhere near enough for her leash. So I wrapped the round the whole affair once more and tied it off really well under my scrotum with as many knots as I could manage with the remaining cord.

Then I took another cord of the same length and simply tied this at one end into a slipknot making a type of noose that I fitted over the CBT tie and pulled it tight. The noose was tied tightly enough that it would not loosen without careful tugging on the rope with fingers and not by simple teasing. If pulled hard it would only tighten. I then was ready for the butt plug. Of course a lot of you will have used butt plugs and can understand that although it is easy to have them inserted for a considerable length of time they do eventually become very uncomfortable and there is a certain build up of gases if it is large enough to plug the butt effectively. This is one of those types of plugs.

I carefully lubed the plug with as small an amount of lube as I could manage and rubbed the remainder onto my butt. Then I slowly nudged it into my arse relaxing my ring piece as I did so. There came that tight almost painful point where the plug is at its widest and then it plunged home filling me nicely. I love the feeling but knew that in a couple of hours that pleasure would start to become a torment. Making sure the end was the right orientation I then pulled on my underpants, which were one of the tightest I have as this adds to the CBT, and helps keep the butt plug in place. My Cock and Balls were still deep purple as I was still so stimulated but the process.

Then came a loose pair of elasticated waist trousers so that should Mistress desire she could inspect the bindings without trouble in a public place by simply pulling and looking.

I finished dressing and luxuriated in the feeling of tight self bondage and the excitement of knowing that in a short while a complete stranger would be checking me out and deciding if I came up to her standards.

Driving to the meeting place was interesting, every time I changed gear the CBT would be crushed between my legs increasing the pleasure pain feeling I was enjoying. I arrived of course far too early and as agreed went to the café there and ordered a coffee. I sat outside as it was a nice day and awaited her arrival. After 10 minutes she arrived at my side and I stood and introduced myself. We chatted about generalities and just checked each other out. I liked her and I believe the feeling was mutual. I had relaxed and no matter what anyone says it is almost impossible to cock tie yourself hard enough that your cock does not go soft after a while and indeed mine had. Not much I admit, but some and this was reassuring as it confirmed there is still some flow of blood to it, no flow would be very dangerous for any period over about 20 minutes.

After about 15 minutes chatting during which we drank coffee she said that she now was going to check me out to see how obedient I had been with her instructions and I was to follow her.

Instantly my slightly soft cock went as rigid as steel, or seemed to and as I stood I felt sure everyone was aware of the bulge in my trousers.

As she walked into the outdoor area of shrubs and larger plants she ordered me to walk really close behind her and hand her the rope securing my CBT. I did this and she took it gently in her hand and slowly wrapped the loose end round and round her hand effectively tying me to her. Then she began to pull me closer to her by my CBT and continued pulling till I was firmly attached to her hip and having to stand on tiptoe to ease some of the building pressure. She is a tall statuesque lady and it would be fair to say she had all the strength she needed to do whatever she liked to me. I was instructed to keep my hands firmly behind my back and not to allow them to come forward or it was all off.

This in itself is a surprising test of self control as she was striding about the garden centre at a brisk pace and with me pulled so close it was difficult to keep up, maintain balance and try and ease some of the pressure on my CBT. I was in heaven.

When we got to the most secluded area of the garden centre in a fairly private corner she looked me in the eye and then with the rope as a tool she pulled the front of my trousers forward and slowly slid her other hand into them under the underpants and cupped my raging erection and balls in her hand. She was gentle to begin with exploring the contours of the ropes and my shaft and balls making sure all was nice and tight, she traced the ropes in all their details and nodded her approval.

Then she detected that one of the multitude of wrappings was ever so slightly loose, her eyes hardened and she closed her hand over the whole CBT and gripped harder than I believed anyone could starting slowly and just building the pressure till my knees were beginning to buckle and I had to struggle to stifle a cry of agony. When she had got to as tight as she could grip she held it and pulling one the whole affair said to me that this would not do at all and that she believed that although I had done fair job with the CBT I should have retightened this loose rope before presenting myself to her. For that I would be punished.

I must admit at that time I thought I was being punished quite effectively.

She slowly relaxed her grip, sliding her hand under to make sure the butt plug was there and then reached up and gripped my nipple and pinched it between thumb and finger through my shirt really tightly twisting and she whispered that the next time these would be clipped up as well.

My heart felt full of joy at the mention of next time!

She maintained her grip on the cord and we continued our detailed travel around the garden centre with her still dragging on the rope whenever she felt like it. However she was on a tight timescale and although she expressed her own frustration about not being able to take this meeting further. (I would have done anything for her at this point right there and then) she called it all to a halt.

We made out way to the car park and she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said that she was impressed by me and she would be in contact online to make arrangements for a proper session in the near future. As she was about to get into her car she leaned out and said, “I want you now to go the men’s room and remove that binding, although I will be tying you tighter and doing much more to you than that, you have had it on for well over two hours now and we must respect nature and allow some blood back in there. After all I want to be able to torture it soon and I want it in the best of health.”

I must admit the thought of driving home still bound was a daunting one but I was prepared to do it. I realised when I went to the men’s room and started undoing the bindings that she was quite right. As each know was loosened the pain was excruciating and it took nearly 10 minutes simply to untie myself. I removed the butt plug as well and I can tell you the relief was as good as the session itself. I was left thinking that if this was a public place meeting what would a private meeting be like.

I was soon to find out.

Oh by the way I had to wait about 3 hours for things to settle down before I could touch my cock and balls and then it was sore but I can assure you when masturbated it was one of the shortest wanks I have ever had and when I came it was big spurts that was hard to contain on the towel I had placed for the purpose. Mistress had met me approved me and I was now champing at the bit for the next meeting and hoping it would be soon.

So we made contact that evening online and chatted about the meeting and it was agreed that as soon as things were possible that we would meet for a proper session. It was at this stage we discussed the various things that would and would not take place. It was agreed that as we both had partners who were not into the BDSM scene that there would be absolute discretion and no marking left after the session, other than that there really were no limits. I had however discovered that not being bound and restrained and having to hold my hands behind my back took away the final frison of excitement and allowed me to retain a small element of self control over the situation.

It was therefore agreed on discussion that I am submissive but not slave material. Therefore any session in the future would have to involve bondage that was strict enough to make me helpless. Anything less and it would not do it for me.

I know some people love to be dominated and will fall on their knees before their Mistress at the blink of her eye. I am not in that category. The best you will get from me is obedience till I am tied up. But the obedience is conditional on the bondage coming along as a result. You know what I mean those of you into bondage. So we agreed on another session, which would be at a date to be decided but in the near future.

Not more than a week later Mistress SC announced that she would be visiting me the following day and I was to prepare myself accordingly. My partner was away with a relative on her annual holiday for the girls and I had the house to myself. My heart was beating really hard as I acknowledged her message and asked what she wanted me to do in preparation. Clearly she had though this out as she then proceeded to tell me in detail exactly what I was to do and how I was to present myself for her.

I had only two things to do that night. The first was to freeze the key to my handcuffs into a block of ice. There is a spare but that was placed by me on the deck at the back of the garden and reaching it in the predicament she had told me I needed to be in would be not only a long and painful journey it also exposed me to discovery from the neighbours on both sides. Although one side they would be out the other side is a retired couple that spend a long time in the garden. So if I had to resort to the deck key I would have to wait until dark which being high summer would not be till about 10.30pm.

The other task was to tidy the house from front to back making sure everything was in its place. During this tidy up I was to insert the butt plug and wear the leather chastity device I have. I had to contact her after cleaning up to advise her I had done so and she would give me permission to release the chastity and butt plug.

It took 3 hours to complete the task and I sat at the keyboard looking forward to the release that was to come. But she was not online and it was very clear that I was not to release myself unless she allowed it. I knew full well that she could check in at any time as I was instructed to leave the sound turned up loud so that if she wanted me she could send a knock and I would have 30 seconds to respond. At that time I had to present myself to the computer with the web cam enabled so she could check my state of dress. Even from miles away she had control.

I don’t know if you are aware of this but after 5 hours leather chastity for men really begins to cut in in places you didn’t realise would be venerable. Mostly at the root of your cock where it emerges from the broad front of the device and the straps secure the cock to the front.

After six hours she came online and I heard her electronic knock and rushed back to the computer enabling the web cam and responding as I stood in front of the camera.

The scene indicated she was typing a message. It said simply.

“I will arrive at 10.oo am tomorrow be ready. You may now remove the chastity and butt plug.” You are to remain naked until the morning and only at that time will you don anything and that will only be what you have already been told to wear. The key in the ice is your rescue device in case I break down or am called to something more important. I could arrive at any time from 09.00 – 11.00am so you must be ready if you are not you will pay the price.

As it was only 6.oopm I spent the whole evening naked doing all the things you would normally do but aware of my nakedness. I did pray that my neighbours didn’t decide to visit. During the evening my father in law called and said he would come tomorrow to help finish off some chores in the garden he had started and I had to think quickly to ward him off till the following day. It was a close call but he needed my help and I convinced him that I had to go out and would not be back in time to help.

I went to bed early and read but couldn’t concentrate and the desire to masturbate was so strong, but I knew that if I did my performance tomorrow would not be up to Mistresses expectations and I would suffer.

The day dawned bright and sunny and I got up at about 07.00am and my erection was still hard and hopeful. I had coffee and cereal but not too much as I didn’t know how long I would have to go before I was allowed to relieve myself.

I gave myself an enema making sure I was clean and ready for any and all her ministrations and then carefully shaved both my chin and crotch area. Having done this with great care it was only 08.00am and I still had a minimum of an hour to go before she might possibly arrive.

I took out the plastic chest, which contained all my bondage gear and got out the lot laying them out careful according to type on the bed in the spare room leaving aside those items she required of me.

I then careful to look first went to the shed where I kept the St Andrews Cross and brought it into the bedroom, two bolts and it was assembled and resting against the closet. I then screwed in the heavy-duty ring to the hole in the ceiling that I had made the night before which went directly into a joist and when secured could hold my weight easily.

15 minutes to go I went into the garage and retrieved the ice block with the key to the handcuffs I tied this to the St Andrews Cross by the cord that was attached to the key inside the ice and then took all the remaining keys as I locked them in a small cashbox the previous night and placed them on the top of the closet well out of my reach when I was attired as Mistress ordered. The key to this cashbox was on the top of the front wheel of my car on the driveway, this was her little trick to make sure I didn’t chicken out as I could only get it after the handcuffs were off as I couldn’t possibly reach the door lock on the front door with my hands cuffed as ordered.

I then took all the items needed to the hallway and laid them out, checking the clock I had 7 minutes before 09.00am. It was just right really I knew it would take me about that long to secure myself and I was sure she would not arrive at 09.00am anyway.

First of all I secured the ankle cuffs, these have clips for suspension or other attachments. I locked each cuff on with a small padlock, (Keys in the cashbox) and then clipped the ankle cuffs to the 3-foot spreader bar.

I then took the seven gates of hell chastity device and strapped it very carefully onto my cock and balls there was a padlock for the lowest strap so although I could release my cock the balls strap was on till she wanted it off. I then tied a soft cotton cord to my balls with three loops tying it at the front but not too tightly, the free ends of the cord were passed over my scrotum and under the cords at the rear making it divide my balls quite effectively, the cord was then allowed to dangle loosely as I continued my instructions.

I strapped on the head harness ensuring that the leather mouth gag was secure and all the straps were nice and tight, having done that I looped a lather strap around my waist and locked it on place with another small padlock. I slipped the handcuffs under this strap at the rear and my bondage was almost complete. The final items to be attacked were a cord laid along the hall to the front door, which was tied to the seven gates of hell and the clover nipple clamps, in the centre of the chain, hung a 4 oz weight. Not much I know but after an hour it seems like a tonne.

Bending down I took the cord to my balls and tied it to the centre of the spreader bar at the d ring welded there. There was to be no slack in this cord and I think perhaps I was a little too enthusiastic with this as the cord pulled tight on my balls really separating them much more than I had intended, but in for a penny in for a pound, the clock ticked over to 09.00am so carefully checking that the keyhole was the right way around I locked my left wrist into the cuff, last chance to back out now, I hesitated and then taking a deep breath clicked down on the right cuff securing myself till Mistress released me or the ice melted. I estimated that would be a minimum of 4 hours.

I then stood and waited from Mistress to arrive. Already the nipple clips were beginning to do their work and the pain in them was getting more intense every minute. I had never worn them with a weight on for more than an hour before but felt sure this would be the first time. Everything was as secure as I imagined it would be and there would be no escaping unless I chose to take a long painful and risky trip across the garden to my spare key. I chose not to take this option just yet.

True to her word Mistress did not arrive early and after an hour I began to get really expectant hoping she would arrive soon. Then at about 15 minutes past ten the telephone rang. There was no way I could answer it and I heard the answer phone click in. It was Mistress, and I heard her say “I can’t find your house have you forgotten to tell me something?” She then said, “I think I might be able to get to you but you will have to hope the next person you see will be me!”

It was then I realised that I had forgotten to tell her I had changed my car and that was what had thrown her. There was no way to tell her that so I just prayed she would still have the text with my house number on it.

At 10.30am I saw a shape that looked a lot like Mistress SC at the door and she opened it a little uncertainly and peered through. Seeing me by this time kneeling in the hallway she frowned at me and disappeared for a few moment returning with her bag and a single key from the front wheel of my car.

She stood above me dropped her bag and then stooped to collect up the cord attached to the seven gates of hell, my erection had returned at this time but my heart was hammering away. This was the first time I had ever been at the mercy of a true Mistress and it was a little frightening. She the pulled the cord tight making me rise up off the floor and lean forwards on my knees and she said, “You didn’t, tell, me, you, had, changed, your, car!” The punctuation marks here indicate where she pulled fiercely on the cord wrenching my cock and balls forward and me with it. I nearly fell face first but just managed to maintain my balance but at a price. My seven gates of hell was truly hell at this point.

She walked past me and dragged at the cord forcing me to get up as quickly as I could, not an easy task with no hands and a spreader bar attached. I then had to sideways shuffle along the hallway following her into the bedroom where she examined all my bondage gear slowly and carefully. She looked me over and said, “I think a lot of this will be used today.”

Then she dragged me out shuffling into the master bedroom and said, “Now where can I put you while I decide what punishment you should get for your failing to inform me about your change of car.” He eyes alighted on the ring in the ceiling and she said, “Perfect.”

Taking the cord from the spreader bar that was attached to my balls she tied it off at the end and then looped another cord into the loop and stepping up onto the bed passed this cord through the ring. As she jumped back down she pulled the cord through the ring tighter and tighter making me edge closer to the bed, eventually my knees met the edge and the cord was then purely pulling on my balls and she passed the cord back through the loop and tied it off to itself cinching up a few more inches making me tip toe to ease the pain. This was the most effective CBT I have ever experienced to this point.

She then slapped my backside as hard as she could six times with her open hand and I can assure you she was very good at it. The nipple clamps jumped with each slap my eyes watered at the pain and pleasure of it and I momentarily lost my footing pulling with all my weight on the cord through my balls as I swayed backwards to regain my balance. It was an agony and ecstasy of unimagined proportions. I knew she would not let me suffer permanent pain or damage but boy did she know how to turn it on.

She walked to my side and coming right close to me she breathed in my ear in a most sexual manner “Now do you think you deserve to be punished for your oversight?” I nodded to her not being able to speak due to the gag.

She smiled and sat on the bed looking up at me and said, “Well 15 minutes like that while I make myself ready and have a coffee will serve to keep you warm for me. I shall be back rest assured.” Slapping my backside again twice she walked out of the bedroom and to the front of the house. I have no idea what she was doing as she closed the door effectively silencing any sounds she would make. I knew I had been in bondage for an hour and a half already but by that simple expedient of tying my balls to the ceiling ring she had changed the whole aspect of it. I was just in my comfort zone when I had secured myself for her arrival, but this was pushing beyond my previous experience and limits.

I pondered my feelings at this time between struggling to keep up on tiptoe. I wondered if I could nudge the bed over a little giving me a little slack but decided against that as it would no doubt be obvious and would incur more or her wrath. My feelings were, frightened a little, excited a lot, expectant certainly, sexually aroused you bet. In all I was in heaven, even though it was a painful place at this time. It was exactly what I wanted. No control but someone who wanted to do what I was after and was enjoying it too.

I waited struggling against the bonds and eventually Mistress SC came back into the room this time she had removed her outer clothing to reveal a figure hugging corset stockings and high heeled boots, wow she looked good and I smiled inwardly hoping until I saw the heavy leather multi tailed whip she was carrying.

“I think one stroke for every minute I was made late by you will suffice for the punishment, then we can get down to the session proper!” she smiled as she said that.

Mistress drew the whip back and began, the strokes were not hard but there was a bite to them that made my whole body tremble. She was 30 minutes late she announced as she counted them off. One to my bum and then one to my back another to my belly area, not easy as the cord to my balls was there and this pulled at that as well. Then she began again that would mean ten to each area. I counted with her deeply drawing breath with each stroke I was really warming up now. When she reached twenty-five she stopped and repositioned herself. I wondered what was happening. I was soon to learn though as she came close and said “The last five will be to your cock and balls so take a deep breath and hang on this might hurt a little.”

She was right using the same strength of stroke the first last fell on my tight exposed balls and cock, the pain was immense and so so good at the same time. I could feel my cock engorging more and more I didn’t think it was possible but I was wrong. The second landed and the third and fourth and I was thinking I would collapse from the pleasure pain, then she looked at me and said “Last one for now!” and really let fly landing it perfectly on my balls with the top parts of the lash curling round the head of my cock making me jump and twitch around like a puppet on a string, which of course at that time I was.

Then she laid the whip down and came to examine her work, her gentle now fingers tracing all the red lines across my back, bum and belly. She saved her most attention though for my cock and balls. As she traced the weal’s so the pain faded away to be replaced by the pleasure that only an expert hand can bring. All the pain melted away as she stroked the length of my shaft and cupped my balls in her other hand. They were of course quite cold by this time as they were severely tied and the blood flow was quite restricted.

“Hmmmm” she said “This needs to be undone for a while or we will not be having much more fun today will we.” I nodded agreement as she released the cord to the ceiling and allowed me to stand for a while oh what blessed relief that was.

She then proceeded to untie and undo all the cords and straps around my sorely tortured cock and balls rubbing each revealed mark left by the strictures. I was in heaven. However this now allowed me to focus again on my nipples and the unrelenting clamps biting down on them. She noticed as only a good Mistress would that they were now too distracting to provide me with any of the pain pleasure sensations that they were designed to do. Torture is after all only torture if no pleasure is obtained from it. At this time they were simply torture.

She smiled at me and said, “If you think they hurt now just a moment and they will be even more painful but then the feeling will pass.” With that she quickly reached up and in a quick experienced flourish removed both clamps together in seconds. The suddenness of the action left me gasping breathlessly as the blood flowed back into the flesh of the nipples. It was pure agony. My erection subsided in seconds and my knees buckled as I hyperventilated. I know now why women in labour are told to pant. It does help just a little. Of course I was still handcuffed and the spreader bar still held me in this spread stance that allowed Mistress access to everything.

“No not yet my slave. I think I need you to perform a lot more and suffer a great deal more before satisfaction is achieved today”. With that she undid the handcuffs and allowed my hands freedom. I hadn’t realised how much my shoulders would cramp on release. It was a pleasure simply to move t

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