“It was years ago that I went to visit a dominatrix in Berlin. I arranged a no limit session, leaving myself at the mercy of the domme. I didn’t know, at the time, that she didn’t know the concept of mercy. But I had found the idea of a no limits session to be very arousing. The actuality, at the time, was something different. But in looking back at it, I find what I suffered to now be arousing. Not that I would have had the guts to ever go back to her.
“Anyway, as she was a little bit pricey we came to an agreement that I could have a reduction in the cost if she was allowed to film the session. I would have a leather mask on to hide my features. That was fine for me. I liked the idea of being filmed, as long as nobody could tell that it was me. I had a vanilla job which I didn’t want to lose. And these things have a way of coming out. Also, I have found the idea of hoods to be a bit of a turn on. I have wanked off several times to films of women dominating subs in leather or latex hoods.
“The domme also said that I should not have an erection when I went to see her. She said – her English was excellent, which was good, as my German was very poor – that it would be much worse for me if I was to get an erection during the session. That was where I made my big mistake. I was only thinking with my cock. In my fantasy the harsher the session was the better. So,, before I went to see this domme, who I will call Mistress X, I took Viagra, enough to make sure that, by the time that I went to see her, I was as hard as I had ever been. I did feel a little nervous ringing the bell, after what she had said. But I was also very excited.
“She buzzed me in. I went up to her bondage rooms. It was a pretty large place, with a wooden floor and just about every piece of torture equipment which a male masochist could wish for. There were more whips than I had ever seen before.
“She commanded me to get undressed. I could see that three different cameras had already been set up, but not yet turned on. She also had some sort of remote whereby, by pressing a button, she could get a camera to zoom in on the action. It was all in HD, and this was before HD was as ubiquitous as it is now.
“I took off my clothes as quickly as I could. She locked them in a chest, so that I was not going to leave until she was finished to me. She saw my raging erection, and subjected me to a string of invective in German. It was clear that she was not happy that I had disobeyed her. I didn’t tell her that Viagra was the reason that I was as hard as rock.
“She got out a mobile phone, and made a couple of phone calls. I just about managed to pick up enough of the German to work out that she had cancelled a couple of sessions. She put the phone away and turned to speak to me. She told me that she had cancelled all of her other sessions for the day, and that I would only be let go when I had suffered real torture. That only turned me on even more.
“She got out a ball gag and buckled it into my mouth. Then she got a thick leather hood. The hood only had a couple of holes for my nostrils. There were no eyeholes. She fitted it to me, cutting off my sense of sight. I would not be able to see what was happening to me. Luckily, for the purpose of relating this tale, everything was filmed. She sent me a copy of the film. It is something which I have watched many times over the years. I will relate the story as it happened, rather than just my sightless experience. It would be pretty dull otherwise.
“Mistress X – not her real name – had me kneel down on the floor between two metal rings set into the wooden floor. She had me kneel with spread legs. She used leather bands to tie my knees to the metal rings. Tied like that, there was absolutely no way in which I could get up. She lowered a chain from the ceiling, and clipped it into a ring set into the top of the leather helmet. She tightened the chain until it was taut, and my movements were very restricted. She had me put my hands behind my back. She put thumb cuffs on me, making sure that my arms could not be used to defend myself. Then she left me there to get changed.
“She had been wearing normal clothing when I had entered her rooms. But now she changed into something a little more revealing, although I would only see it when I finally got the video. No doubt everybody buying her videos wanted to see a bit of flesh. She turned the camera on when she left the room. The first image on the film was me in bondage
“Anyway, when she came back she was wearing a leather corset which she had drawn in very tight, giving her an unbelievably narrow waist. She had on thigh length leather boots; and long black kid gloves, which came halfway up her upper arms. Her black hair was drawn back into a rather severe bun.
“She was around forty, I guess, when I went to see her, and she was a buxom woman. Her breasts were large. The tight corset made them look even larger. Her nipples were pierced by silver rings. On the video, as she walked, it was clear that she was completely shaven between her legs. There was the glint of silver rings piercing her labia, three on each side. She was an image of cruel sexuality.
“She moved to stand facing me. I was able to hear her moving around. It felt as though she had been gone for ages. But it had only been five minus. When somebody takes your senses away it can be hard to keep track of time.
“She clipped a metal ring onto my scrotum. It was tight, and it made my balls bulge out. There was no way that they would be able to go up into my body. There was nowhere where they could hide.
“She kicked me in the balls. It felt as though she had used all of her strength. Of course I had not seen the kick coming, so I had not been able to prepare for the pain. Not that you can really prepare for being kicked in the balls.
“I tried to curl up in a ball. But the chain to the top of the hood prevented that. All that I could do was to scream around the ball gag in my mouth. Had I been able to speak I would have begged for mercy. But the ability to speak had been taken away, and Mistress X had no mercy. It was one of the reasons that had selected her, fool that I was.
“The ache in my balls went on and on. It was an ache which only slowly began to relent. Then, just when I was getting on top of the pain, she kicked me again, her right boot squashing my balls brutally. I screamed into the gag a second time. She began swearing at me in German, but I didn’t care or understand what she was saying. I just wanted the ball-kicking to stop. I was coming to the conclusion that I had made a massive mistake in coming to see her.
“She kicked me again, another full force blow. I screamed around the gag again. And again, and again, and again she kicked me. The torture seemed to go on forever. And, all through it, my cock kept its chemically induced erection. The kicking had been supposed to kill my erection. But, obviously, it failed. That only made her angrier.
“Mistress X decided on a different tack to get rid of my erection. She left me in my bondage as she got out the electrics. She wheeled over an electric shock device, making sure that the readout would be picked up by one of the camera. She wanted her avid viewers to be able to see just how high the shocks would be.
“A large, crocodile-toothed clamp went on one of my testicles. I screamed into the gag yet again as it was attached to my bruised ball. It was the sort of big, industrial clamp which you might expect to see attached to some truck engine. Then she put some sort of liquid onto a rather large metal sound. The substance was conductive jelly, of course.
“The sound was forced into my cock. I groaned, as this was a new pain. I had never had a sound in my cock before. Mistress X fucked the sound up and down, raping my penis. She seemed to take a great delight in doing so. One of the cameras caught a close-up of her face, with an image of sadistic glee on her features. It was clear that she really enjoyed her job.
“Up and down she worked the sound, opening up new areas of pain within my cock, until she managed to get all but the last inch inside me. She used a bit of black tape to make sure that the sound would not slide out. Then she attached the wires: the red cord to the sound, and the black cord to the clamp on my testicle.
“She began shocking me. This was no electric massager, but a real torture device. It was of a sort which I understand are used by the Chinese to torture dissidents in Tibet. She knew enough not to have it at a dangerous level. I understand that it has to do with the difference between volts and amps, but that is as far as my technical knowledge goes. I moaned as the electricity pulsed between my crushed ball and the inside of my cock.
“The readout was only on three, but the pain was a fire which seemed to run up and down my cock. I was sure that it had to be burning the inside, but it just felt like that. Mistress X played with the controls, so that I would not know when a shock was coming, or just how powerful it would be. But if she thought that the shock would get rid of my erection then she was wrong. Looking back, I suspect that part of her relished having a large, erect cock to torture in a no limits session.
“She told me that she was leaving me for a few minutes, and that, when she came back, she wanted my erection gone. All that I could do was to groan in response. She made sure that one of the cameras had a close-up of the readout. Then she turned it up to ten, the maximum amount. She set the shocks to come every two seconds. And then she left the room (or at least went out of sight of the cameras).
“My body convulsed with every shock, every two seconds. I was a slave to the electricity which I feared was so strong that it would kill me. But all that it was, was pain. Unbelievable pain, even worse than the ball kicking had been.
“It seemed to go on forever. It was not a turn on, even for a masochist like me, but true torture.
“Then, suddenly, the pain stopped. I had been so caught up in my agony that I had not heard Mistress X return. She removed the sound, and the clamp which had been crushing my ball. I was still erect.
“She told me that the only way to get me to lose my erection was to make me cum. But that she practised chastity in her slaves. So I would be punished very severely for making her go against her principles. It was only going to get worse from here.
“She began to give me a hand job. Strangely, it did not take me long to cum; and, in anticipation of this session, I had not masturbated for over a month. I came copiously, many thick strands of cum bursting out of the head of my cock. Mistress, unseen to me, had a small glass, catching every single bit of spunk which had issued forth out of me.
“She released me from my bondage, including my thumb cuffs. I collapsed onto the wooden floor. She warned me not to resist her. But I could not have resisted anything just then. I felt entirely broken.
“I was on my back. She partially unzipped the hood, but did not remove it entirely. She only raised it so that she could take the gag out of my mouth. I still could not see what was going on. I was told to open my mouth. She poured the spunk into my mouth, telling me to swallow all of it, or she would castrate me. I believed her. I swallowed down all of my salty spunk, feeling very humiliated in doing so.
“She told me that I was to keep my mouth open, and that she was going to give me something to wash it down. She pissed into my wide open mouth. She stopped just before her bitter piss overflowed, and ran onto the floor. I was ordered to swallow, which I did. Then she began pissing again. She filled my mouth three times with her warm piss.
“She moved to place her anus hovering a little over my mouth. I was told to eat her kaviar, just before a little turd dropped out of her arsehole into my open mouth. I chewed and swallowed. It was the most disgusting thing which I had ever eaten. Somehow I managed to keep it down. She warned me not to throw up, as I would choke to death on my own vomit. Then she put the gag back in my mouth, and secured the leather hood again.
“I still had an erection, despite having cum. the Viagra had kept the blood in my cock. I was dragged up off the floor, and taken over to an X-frame. I was buckled into it. I was too out of it to resist; and had I not been buckled in then I would have collapsed onto the floor.
“I was informed that, post-orgasm, my glans would be even more sensitive than before. I was told that because my cock was disobedient, that the next torture would be there.
“Next it was needles. Mistress X began with the shaft. Unlike some needleplay films which I have seen, the needles did not go just through a little bit of surface flesh. No, they went right through the meat of my cock, until they point exited from the other side. Needles were pushed all through the shaft of my cock, until I looked like some bizarre porcupine. All that I could do was groan. I was beyond screaming into the gag. There must have been dozen of needles forced through my cock. But it still wasn’t as bad as the electricity had been. Maybe it had somehow numbed my nerve endings.
“That was not the case when she began pushing needles through my glans. Having cum, it was very sensitive, and the pain was intense. I felt every millimetre of every needle. Half a dozen needles were pushed through the head of my cock. I felt sick with the pain. And then she began on my balls.
“My balls were still held out from my body by the collar which she had fastened onto my scrotum. They were utterly defenceless. And she took advantage of that fact, to slowly force a needle into my left testicle. It was a pain like no other. I feared that permanent damage might occur. But I was the idiot who had insisted on a no limits session. With my mouth full of the taste of shit, and a ball gag, I couldn’t even beg for the mercy which would not have been granted.
“Needle after needle pierced my testicles. You can see each one going in, in close up, in the video. There was not as much blood as I had expected. Eventually, though, she ran out of needles. I hung there, on the cross, feeling like St Sebastian, pierced by arrows from those Roman soldiers.
“She played with the needles, wiggling them around. That was painful, too, and she delighted in it. She kept talking to me in German. But, with my head full of agony, I had forgotten what little German I had known. They were painful when she dragged them out, as well.
“She was not finished with me, not by a long way. There was a ring on the collar holding my balls tightly at the end of my scrotum. She added weights to that ring, dragging my poor, tortured balls down. By doing that it caused my still-erect cock not to be vertical, but to be dragged down until it was horizontal, pointing out at the room. It was a perfect target, if you were a sadistic German domme.
“I heard the swish of the cane before I felt it. In a lot of BDSM videos you will see people tapped with the cane, leaving no mark at all. This wasn’t like this. She was intent on causing serious damage.
“The first swish of the cane on the shaft of the cock caused me to scream into the ball gag yet again. The cane hit near where my cock became my belly, so to speak. She slowly caned along the length of my cock. She had perfect aim. I guess that she had used the cane a lot in the past. The strokes were almost overlapping. She subjected my entire cock to the cruel caning. On the video you can see that the marks came up pretty quickly, purple-blue along the upper length of my cock. Each cruel stroke was like a line of drawn fire. She carried on until she reached my frenum. I hoped that she would spare my ultra-sensitive glans, but of course she did not. She did not even lessen the viciousness of the strokes.
“The first stroke on my glans felt more like a red hot poker. Not only did it raise marks, but it drew a little blood. It was joined by half a dozen more, until my glans was bleeding in several places. And you know what? I was still hard.
“She threw away the bloody cane, in disgust that she had failed to whip my cock into submission. Then she lit up a cigarette. I heard the flick of the lighter, and I guessed what was going to come next, and just where the cigarette torture would be inflicted.
“She knelt down in front of me. Her eyes were bright. You can see her face on the video. It’s clear that she loves inflicting pain on stupid submissives like me. She started on my balls first, just touching the skin briefly, where the blood was, burning my wounds shut. She didn’t hold the cigarette on the skin for too long, not inflicting severe burns.
“Then she worked her way along my cock, following the path which had been taken by the cane. I think that she expected me to finally lose my erection. But not yet. She kept stabbing me with the glowing end of the cigarette, all along the shaft. She’s touch the cigarette to the flesh, then take a drag of the cigarette, then touch the ember to my flesh again. All the while she was chatting to me in German. I’ve translated that bit, and she was basically saying that cigarette torture was one of her favourite things to do to a cock, as the pain lasts for ages. It’s not like a cane impact where the pain quickly fades to something manageable. Burning pain goes on and on.
“She reached my glans, and my cock was still hard. She touched the glowing end of the cigarette all over my sensitive skin. It was bad. It was intense. But, looking back, it was also sexy. When I watch the video and masturbate I usually come when I watch her burning the end of my cock.
“My cock still hard, she decided on an extreme measure. She got a bit of cloth and, using the fingers of one hand, she opened up my pisshole as much as she could. She wiped away all of the moisture there. Then she put the end of the cigarette in my pisshole and proceeded to smoke the cigarette like that. I screamed and fainted.
“When I came around I was still hanging from the X-frame. But my cock had finally admitted defeat. Either that or the Viagra had finally worn off. Anyway, the domme was holding a handful of ice on my cock, to make it shrink down as much as possible. When it did, she got out a metal device. It was the smallest cock cage which I had ever seen. She told me that she was going to make sure that I did not get hard again – or, that if I did, it would be painful for me.
“She fitted the cage around my cock. It went on around my balls, as well, making sure that it couldn’t slip off. My cock only just fitted in the thing. And the worst thing was, as that there was a little hollow metal tube which fitted in my burned urethra, so that the cage didn’t have to be removed to piss. Well, I thought that the tube was the worst thing about it. Had I been able to see it I would have known how wrong I was.
“There were lots of little holes in the device. They were screw holes. You could have tiny, flat-headed screws, which would press into the flesh of the penis, and be extremely painful if you got anything approaching an erection. Bu the ones which the domme used were pointed. She used a screwdriver to fill every little hole with the screws, tightening them so that they indented my flesh, without actually quite piercing the skin. They pressed in all over my cock. There were at least half a dozen of them pressing into my poor, tortured glans.
“Next she put on a shiny cover on the device, totally sealing my cock away. A tiny padlock ensured that it would not come off.
“She undid the lower part of my mask, and put a couple of pills in my mouth. She gave me a sip of water from a glass, and told me that they would help. I thought that she was giving me pain-killers, so I swallowed the pills. It was only after I had swallowed them that she told me that she had given me Viagra, and that I had better concentrate on not having my cock get hard again, if I didn’t want it to get impaled. I knew that, on top of the Viagra which I had taken earlier in the day, that there was no way that my cock would remain soft.
“I was released from the X-frame. I was helped over to one of those gym horse things, and chained over. The dome was finished with the cock torture, apart from what would be my self-inflicted pain in the spiked cock cage. Now it was time to get into some serious whipping. And that was what she did. She got down a black, leather bullwhip, and proceeded to tear up my back and buttocks. It was excruciating. But I was drifting in and out of consciousness, as I fainted several times during the whipping. Whenever I did she would hold some smelly chemical thing under the nostrils of the hood until she was sure that I was conscious again.
“The whipping went on for ages. I think that she paused for around a minute between strokes, and there were a lot of strokes. I lost track of time. It felt as though I was whipped for days, even though I know that that was impossible. On the video it actually lasts for around forty minutes.
“Eventually it ended. She put the bullwhip away. Then she strapped on a massive strap-on, bigger than anything which I had ever taken in the arse before. She greased the end, and slowly and painfully raped my anus. It was painful just having my anus spread wide enough to get that rubber monstrosity inside of me. But that was nothing compared to when she actually began fucking me with the thing. She kept going, back and forth, trying to open me up. With each thrust a tiny bit more of the strap-on disappeared into me. She kept going until my anus was pressed down on the fake balls of the device. She kept fucking me for around twenty minutes. Then she released me.
“By then the pain from my cock was far worse than from my arse. My cock had got as hard as it could, and the heads of the screws were buried in my flesh. It felt like hamburger.
“It is there that the video ends. But the visit was not quite over. She released me from all of my bondage, taking off the hood and everything else. When she took off the cock cage she had to pull the ends of the screws out of my cock. Blood leaked out of the holes, and my cockhead was in a very bad condition. But that did not stop my released cock from springing to attention again.
“Then she said something odd, in English. She said that I had a light body, and it could work. She asked if I wanted to sum again. But, this time, it would be in her mouth, and she would swallow.
“Of course I said yes. I was an idiot, and I didn’t know the circumstances in which I would be allowed to cum. The thumb cuffs went on again, my hands behind my back. Then, as I stood in the centre of the room, a noose went around my neck. I didn’t like this. Was she intending to kill me? But she told me that she had done this before. I was not in a position to do anything, by then.
“A pulley was operated, and I was hauled up into the air, suspended by my neck. Immediately my breath was cut off, and I began to see stars, as the room began to darken. Her lips closed on my erect cock. She gave me the best suck of my life, as I gasped for breath. I think that it all lasted no more than a minute. I came into her mouth. And I fainted, not for the first time that day.
“When I came around I was lying on the wooden floor. The thumb cuffs had been removed. But I was back in a cock cage. This one was different, though, being larger than the other. It had sharp studs on the inside of the bars, rather than screws. It had another annoying tube inside my urethra, so that I could easily piss with it on. And it was padlocked in place.
“Mistress X told me that the session was at an end. But she said that she had liked playing with me, and that she wanted me to come back or more torture. She had so many other items: her ball-crusher, her sandpaper, and her branding irons. She said that if I came back next week that she would take off the cock cage. Otherwise, she said, she would melt the key down.
“Of course I went back. But that is a different story.”
The End