“Oooooowwwrrrgghh!” She gurgled through her bloody mouth as the
first blow landed, the force pushing her along the floor. I moved so I
could stay in control and bludgeoned my tightly clenched fist into her
pulpy labia a second time. She really yelped this time making me look
round, but she was still tugging at her nipples although her breasts had
turned blue with bruising. I pushed her legs further back until her ass
lifted off the floor and I pressed my knee on her free arm to stop her
body from riding the blows. Then, ignoring her yelps of pain, I repeatedly smashed my clenched fist into her cunt at least twenty or thirty
times until the whole area between her thighs was an angry reddish-blue
and swollen, and several blood blisters had begun to appear where some
of her weaker veins couldn’t take my vicious pounding.

“Now thump me in the tits just as hard!” Her face was beginning to
swell up now and it sounded as though it was painful when she spoke.
But I was actually getting into the mood now so I got down and hit her
hard three or four times right on her nipples. Each time I punched her
she gasped with pain and her body bounced off the floor.

Claudia is not a real young woman, probably between 35 and
40, perfect age for her role. She seemed to be well educated, and
spoke faultless English (my German is not perfect, by any means).
She is a tall woman, with blonde hair that was pulled up tight and
fastened in kind of a bun on the top of her head. She was darkly
tanned, and had an athletic look. She is definitely a dominant
female. Michael is even younger, maybe in his twenties, good-
looking, but did not take an active part in any of this. He was more
like her servant. What followed will probably seem like some wild
fantasy to you, but I can assure you that “it happened to me”.

First they gave me a glass of wine, put some music on, and
we talked. Claudia told me that I would have to tell them in advance
exactly where I would draw the line, that is, what things were just
too extreme. Because, she said, once we were in the Studio, I
wouldn’t have any further choice. She was quite nice, but also quite
serious. In the Studio, I was told, I would not refer to her by
name, only by the title Mistress Domina or Madame Domina. I let them
know that I was a beginner at this, but I wanted the full experience.
They assured me that while there would be pain, there would be no
injury. That was enough to satisfy me.

I was taken into the Studio, which had no windows and was
lit only by numerous candles. It was a room filled with the tools
(or toys) of the trade. Harnesses, stools, whips, chains, dozens of
dildos in a wide array of shapes and sizes. There was even a
collection of English willow schoolmaster’s canes (those things sting
like fire). I can imagine this room would be a dream-come-true to
some, a nightmare-come-alive to others. By this time, I was
beginning to have serious doubts about what I’d gotten into.

I was instructed by Claudia to undress completely, she
would be back in several minutes, and I was to remember not to
address her by her name. She left me alone, and I did exactly as she
asked. Then I waited. Before long, my Mistress returned. She had
completely changed clothes, and now wore a black leather corset,
black gloves, no hose, but with tall spike heels (and I kid you not).
She was beautiful. She had loosened her long blond hair, and it fell
well below her shoulders. In her hand she carried a black riding
crop.

“Are you ready?”, I was asked.

“Yes”, I replied.

“Yes, WHAT?”, she demanded.

“Yes, Madame Domina!”, I said.

“Good”, was her reply, “do you like what I’m wearing?”

“Yes, Madame Domina”.

“What is this?”, she asked, firmly striking my penis with
the riding crop.

“My dick, Madame Domina”.

“Your what?”

“My dick, Madame Domina”.

“That’s not a dick”, she said, “I call it a shit-thing.”
“What is this?”, she asked again, and gave my penis another firm
blow.

“My shit-thing”.

“Good, you learn fast”, she said, but not smiling. I
replied, “Thank you Madame Domina”.

“What do you do with that shit-thing?”, my Madame asked me.

Confused, I could think of nothing to say. “Answer!”, she
said. All I could think of was, “I use it to fuck”.

“I don’t think so”, she said, “It’s not big enough or hard
enough. Make it hard!” So I began to masturbate myself into an
erection. “Do not come, do you understand?”, she said, “I will tell
you when you can come.” When I was just about to shoot accidentally,
she cried, “Enough!” Then she said, “Get down on your knees”. I
obeyed. Then, still standing, she turned her back toward me, placing
her shoes about two feet apart. “Lick my feet”, she demanded. I
began to lick her black leather shoes and the nearly 4 inch heels.
She was trying to find out if I had a shoe or foot fetish, I believe
(and, incidentally, I do). After a few minutes of this she stopped
me.

“Steh auf! (Stand up!), follow me”, she said, and led me to
a device that resembled a cross fastened to the wall. She shackled
me into a spread-eagled position, and believe me, I was completely
helpless there; I could not have escaped. Then she went to a table
nearby and begin to pick up small clips and weights, which she began
to apply to my balls, my nipples, and the shaft of my cock. She kept
saying things to me, but I was in so much pain, I really don’t
remember what she said. Did I enjoy this? I guess I have to say,
yes I did. It was definitely a new sensation to me.

She then stepped back to admire her work. Then she took
her crop and began to jiggle the weights, to make me squirm a little
and took a picture of me. She waited for a few minutes, peeled the
backing off the photo, and held it up for me to see. “If you’re
good, I’ll let you keep this. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Madame Claudia”, I replied. Suddenly she struck me
across the thighs with her whip, screaming, “You will not address me
by name! Is that clear?”

“Yes, Madame Domina”, I answered.

I was then unfastened from the cross, but the clips and
weights were left on. My Madame said, “Let’s show Michael”. I
followed her out of the Studio and into the living room of the house,
where Michael was sitting on a couch. He seemed real pleased to see
me in this predicament. I was, of course, properly humbled by being
put on display like this. “Jump!”, Claudia said. I jumped. Yes, it
felt about like you can imagine. “Again!… Again!…Again!”
Finally, I was led back to the Studio, where the little implements of
torture were removed. This hurt the worst, as the blood rushed back
into the clipped skin. Ouch!

Next I was taken to the saw-horse-like device and shown how
to mount it. There was a hole in the leather padded top that allowed
my dick to be exposed from underneath. I was again tightly bound. I
didn’t know what was coming next, until she approached the table on
which the dildos were arranged. She finally selected a small one and
brought it to me, holding it in front of my face. “Guess what I’m
going to do with this?”, she asked. I didn’t have to guess. I’m
just thankful that she had plenty of K-Y on hand. She lubricated the
dildo and gently inserted it into my anus, testing the resistance
that she was going to meet. I’m no stranger to anal sex, so it was
an easy entry, and she said, “Oh, it’s not your first time, is it?
Let’s get a bigger Schwanz (German for cock, a “gummi Schwanz” is a
rubber cock, or dildo). So she selected one that was not only longer
(about 8 inches) but thicker as well. She gave me quite a fucking
with this one, then got another that was even larger. We went
through 5 or 6 dildos, and I was stretched to new dimensions. She
was never rough, though, and I didn’t feel in any danger, I just
enjoyed it. Every few minutes she would reach under the stool to see
if I was hard. I was like a flagpole.

“You’ve had your pleasure, now you must pay for it”, my
Mistress announced, “we’re going to see how much pain you can
endure.” She walked to the rack where all the whips, paddles, and
canes were kept. After making a careful selection, she returned and
instructed me that I would count from one to ten, each count would be
one blow. I could count only in German, and if I missed a count, we
would have to start over. Did I understand? “Yes, Madame Domina”.

The whip fell. “Eins!”, I cried. Again, this time a
little harder. “Zwei!” A third time, even harder. “Drei!” Now I
understood, each lash would be harder than the preceding. She was
using the waver in my voice to gauge my pain. After an irregular
delay, the fourth blow. “Vier!” She would vary the rhythm, causing
me to feel suspense. Sometimes she would lay the whip on my red ass
for several seconds, then suddenly draw it back, and then withhold
the blow. The anticipation would almost make me cry out. We
continued through the sequence. “Fuenf!…Sechs!…Sieben!” She was
an excellent flogger. “Acht!…Neun!”…and, finally, “Zehn!” By
this time, I was about to choke up, but I remembered her warning that
should I miss a count, we would begin again. But she wasn’t finished
with me. Back to the rack, for another “Peitsche”, or whip. Then
begin again at number eins. This went on until I’d felt the sting of
most of her whips, including her cat-o-nine, and the dreaded
schoolmaster’s canes. “Very good!”, she announced when she was at
last satisfied, “you’ve done better than most, I shall give you what
you want.”

“Thank you, Madame Domina”.

I was released and taken to another leather covered table
that was built like the thing you sit on in a doctor’s office, (or
bend over, depending on your complaint). I was made to lie on this,
on my back and again bound hand and foot. My Madame then took what I
believe to be alcohol and began to rub it all over my genitals. It
was very cold, and unpleasant, because it burned like hell where
those clamps had been placed on my cock and balls. She then asked
me, “have you ever been told by a doctor that you have any type of
heart problem?” “No, Madame Claudia”. “Then I want you to breathe
something for me, it’s going to make you feel strange, if it’s too
unpleasant, let me know.” She then held a bottle of Rush to each of
my nostrils in turn. I’m sure you know what Rush is. Then she took
a candle from it’s holder and held it over my cock. I began to be a
little bit scared. She wouldn’t set that alcohol on fire, or would
she? I didn’t ask for that! She knew what I was thinking, because
she was playing with my fear. Then she tilted the candle and let the
hot wax drip onto the underside of my cock. It hurt but not too
terribly, maybe because of the Rush, or maybe the alcohol she rubbed
on me. She wanted me to enjoy the sensation. She would drip a
little bit, wait, and then drip a little more. Like I said, not all
bad. Finally this little game, too, was finished.

I was again released and taken to a large leather chair and
told to kneel in front of it. Madame Claudia stood behind me where I
couldn’t see her. I could hear her removing her clothes. When she
came around me and took a seat in the chair, I could see that she had
removed her corset and gloves, and wore only those incredibly sexy
heels. Spreading her legs, she placed the fingers of both hands on
her pink cunt lips and spread them so that I could see into her wet
snatch. She was completely shaven! “You will eat me”, she
commanded. I didn’t wait. She was so fragrant and delicious. She
gave me instructions while I licked her. I would be told to lick
slowly, then slightly faster, slower again, harder or deeper. I did
my best to please my Mistress. After many minutes of this ecstasy,
she stopped me and turned over in the chair so that her ass was
thrust toward me. She wanted her asshole rimmed. I was ready and
willing. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman wanted my
tongue in her shit-hole. I licked and kissed that wonderful ass. It
was intensely pleasurable! But this was not the Finale.

“You lick me well”, she said after what seemed to be a very
long time, “I’ve had enough for now”. She turned back over and sat
facing me in the chair. “Lick my feet again”, she instructed me. I
began to lick those marvelous shoes again. “How would you like to
remove my shoes?”, she inquired. “May I, Mistress?”, I asked
eagerly. “Yes, you may”. Slowly and carefully, I took each
exquisite ankle in one hand, and slipped each shoe off with the
other. I don’t know if you have the slightest inclination toward
women’s feet, but believe me when I say that my Madame has the most
delicately beautiful peds I’ve ever seen, and she knew it. I don’t
want to dwell on my particular fetish too much, but her nails looked
like they could have been professionally pedicured, and were neatly
painted in a bold shade of red. The skin of her feet was smooth and
looked well cared for, and they were clean. “Lick them”, she
repeated softly. I licked every inch of her feet, gently between the
toes, sucking each of those highly sensitive little parts of her
body. I’m sure she was enjoying every caress of my tongue. She had
me lick her ankles, and further up her legs. But she wanted me to
concentrate on her feet.

After I’d tongue bathed most of her lower body, she said,
“Give me your cock.” I rose up on my knees and thrust my rigid cock
toward her. She began to rub it with her bare feet. I was ready to
shoot any minute, and I guess it showed because she said, “If you
come, you will have to clean it up, do you understand?” My answer
was, of course, “Yes, Mistress”. She kept massaging my cock and
balls with her lovely feet until finally, I just couldn’t hold it. I
had an explosive eruption, shooting my semen all over her feet.
After all that, the relief was incredible. She waited until my
orgasm had subsided and then firmly asked me, “You remember what I
told you, don’t you?” I said, “Yes, Madame Domina, I must clean up
after myself”. When I began to look around for a tissue or
something, she said, “You’ll use your tongue”. So that’s how it
ended; with me licking my own thick spunk from Madame Claudia’s feet
and floor, and loving it.