The following report was written by my slave, treasure. It is an actual
retelling of what occurred, not a fantasy, and illustrates just how much
is possible within the confines of email. We welcome feedback from our
readers, particularly those who are like ourselves, in a long-term email
D/s relationship.
A Slave Report
(c) 1994 Mistress Haven and treasure
Mistress Haven,
Finally a chance to write to you, your long awaited slave report. It was
a terrific weekend. It may take me a while go get back into my frame of
mind. Lets see...
I wore the butt plug in to work, and I loved it. When the email came
from you allowing me to put on the cockring, I went to the bathroom
to do so. I knew I would have to pay a penalty of 50 push-ups while
wearing clothes pins for this privilege and that I was only allowed to
wear the cockring for up to 4 hours. My cock had been hard most of the
day, and as usual, my underwear was fairly well soaking by the time
I got to the bathroom. My ass had accepted the butt plug a *little*
less painfully this time, but it still got a little irritating by the end
of the day. None the less, I was in slave bliss. As soon as I got the
cockring on, my slave cock sprung to full attention. I was begging for
some attention, but just the feeling of the butt plug up my ass, my already
aching balls, and the cockring made me feel great. I couldn't wait to go
home and begin my orders.
It seemed like forever, but finally I was home. I immediately stripped off
all my clothes, put on my slave collar, cuffed my hands behind my back,
and began my slave meditation. I was already in full slave mode as I
began, but even so I still noticed a mental change while I was waiting
for the 15 minutes to pass. It's sort of becoming a pattern. My cock
bobbed up and down, and I kind of play a game during these meditations
where I try and keep myself as hard as possible without touching myself
by just thinking of things. These things are always submissive fantasies,
or thinking of your ownership of me, and our slave contract. It really
helped to have the butt plug in during this time as well!
By the end, I always seem to have transformed into a higher level of
slave mode. It feels like you are really there, and helps me implement
my orders as if you were in the room with me. I don't remember my exact
fantasies, but a lot of it was thinking about the orders for the weekend.
Once the 15 minutes were over, I removed the cuffs, and then went to
the bathroom to remove the butt plug. It was a little sore coming out,
but it felt great.
I put a clothes pin on each nipple, and began my push-ups. I owed 40 since I
had the cockring on for 2 hours at work. I would have worn it for 4 hours,
but I didn't get your message until too late. I'm in good enough shape to
crank out 40 push-ups without too much trouble, but I made a mental decision
to make sure that the clothes pins touched the ground with each pushup. I
pretended that you had ordered me to do it, and were watching me. This
made it even more exciting. I though that you would approve. This not only
made the push-ups more difficult, but teased and tortured my nipples.
When the push-ups were over, I knew it was time for my punishment spanking.
You *specified* that the first 50 should be hard and fast not giving
me a chance to warm up. I knew that this was going to be difficult, but
I figured that it wouldn't be so bad since I was so horny. I was wrong!
It hurt! I just cranked through the first 50 whacks, but it hurt so much
that I almost couldn't stand it. It was the fast that was the key.
I have given myself hard and fast spankings before, but never like that
before I got warmed up. It hurt so much at first that I almost couldn't
do it, but I finally got through it by pretending that I was tied down,
and that you were spanking me, and that there was nothing that I could
do about it. In a sense, there *was* nothing I could do about it.
I totally lost my erection after the first 50, but I *knew* that you
didn't want those to be pleasureable. I think that that was one of
the most difficult things I have done so far. It was the combination
of being hard and fast with no warmup which did it. It was a *pleasure*
to go back to the medium light strokes after that. By the end of that
set, I had regained my composure, and had gotten my erection back.
I then gradually built back up the intensity in the next 100 ending with
50 hard strokes. Now that I was all warmed up, I was wailing on my ass
with full force, and I was still fully aroused. When I finished my
spanking, I was rock hard, my ass was bright red and radiating heat,
my balls were full and sore, and I was anxiously awaiting the next
part! I mean I was *excited*.
Finally, the part that I was waiting for. I was so turned on and aroused,
I knew I was going to enjoy this, and since you did work this into the
scene I figured that you wanted me to enjoy it as well. You granted me
three minutes of self pleasure at this step, I decided to wait until
everything was all set up first so that the teasing would happen just
before I cuffed my hands behind my back. I locked one end of the handcuffs
to the bed frame as before, allowing me very little slack. I then tied
a slip knot at one end each of 2 pieces of rope, and looped the slip knot
around the clamping end of the clothes pin. I set the key on on the dresser
out of reach.
During a previous scene, I learned that even with my hands cuffed behind
my back I could still pull my hands to one side, and reach around to my
front, and just barely reach my balls with the fingers of my right hand.
I had just enough reach under strain that I could help pull the cuffs off
with my hand, and get out of a tight spot if I *had* to. Just knowing
that was enough to take a little edge off the thrill, so I decided to
fix the problem. I took a long rope, and tied the center point of the rope
to the center link of the handcuffs, and then I looped the rope around my
waist so that the cuffs dangled in the center of my back. I then tied a
rope harness so the that ropes went between the crack of my ass, and back
up to where the handcuffs were tied. When I finished, the center link of
the handcuffs was anchored to a spot jut at the top of the crack of my
ass, and once cuffed, my hands would be unable to pull to the side helping
me escape.
My heart already started pounding just thinking of what I was about to do.
I then locked the cuffs around my already throbbing cock and balls, and
as the wratched tightened, I could feel how swollen and aroused I was.
The day of tease torture had prepared me well. When I got to the tightest
notch, my cock was straining, and in the aroused state that I was in, I
couldn't imagine being able to escape from the cuffs, even though that
I knew that I could if I was soft. My sexual thrill and anxiety was steadily
increasing as I was coming closer and closer to being locked into the point
of no return.
Next, I clipped one clothes pin on each nipple, and then tightened the
slip knots around each making them bite my tender nipples even harder.
I was in the mood. What would have normally been considered pain from
the nipple clamps was just pure pleasure at this point. I tied the free
ends of nipple clamp ropes to the bed frame with just enough tension so
that the ropes would pull on my nipples if I backed up far enough to begin
to pull the cuffs off my balls. My heart began to beat faster and faster,
and I was beginning to break a sweat.
Finally, I was done with my setup, and I checked the clock, and began
my 3 minutes of pleasure. Oh how I had waited for this moment. Everything
was going perfect. I was more turned on that I had been in a long time.
I began to lightly tease my cock and balls. I was lost in fantasy, and
I imagined that you were naked on my bed, and it was you who was teasing
me. I already had precum dripping down my shaft, and the lubrication
amplified my pleasure 10 fold. I was replaying the scene in my mind over
and over, the scene where I was cuffed at the foot of your bed and you
told me that you would allow me to fuck you if I could get out of the
cuffs while you masturbated.
The cuffs were painfully biting into my tender flesh, my cock felt like it
was going to explode, and my balls were engorged. My nipples were filled
with erotic pain, and I intentionally pulled on back on the ropes to
stimulate them further while I teased myself. My pain and pleasure were
so intense, I came right up to the edge of orgasm after only about one
minute. I was lost in slave heaven for the next two minutes while I just
kept myself there wishing that I could be bound like this at the foot of
your bed forever.
All too soon the time was up, and I obediently stopped touching my slave
cock. It is always at these times where I stop and think about how you
do *own* my cock. You own it. I wrote a contract where you, my Mistress
now owns my cock and balls. I'm caught in a paradox. I wished that
I could just jerk myself off right there, and cum all over the place in
one of the most mind blowing orgasms ever, but I can't because I'm
bound by contract to be your obedient slave. On the other hand, if I
wasn't your slave, and you didn't own me sexually, I would have never
been experiencing such incredible desire and pleasure to begin with. I
owe it all to you. It's a lesson I have to learn over and over again.
I felt the repetition of my slave training make the decision easier, and
I locked the handcuffs behind my back. When the last ratchet clicked shut
I sat quiet for a moment. I was looking for my own reaction. I waited
silently for a moment not moving a muscle...nothing. Then I tested my
bonds. I pulled back slightly and I felt the cuffs pull on my cock and
balls and the clamps pull on my nipples. I pulled gently at first, a
little too nervous to really try to escape. The tugging on my nipples,
and balls sent sexual chills throughout my body, and it was almost better
than sex. This was were I wanted to be...I began to very gently rock back
and forth slowly pulling on my nipples and my cock and balls. My eyes
were shut tight, and I was just lost...lost in heaven. My body was
ready and my hormones were pumping. There was nothing directly stimulating
my cock, but it didn't matter. I felt the cuffs constrict around my
cock and balls tighter and tighter.
After a little while of that, I decided to *really* test my bonds and pull
back hard enough to try to get out. The cuffs slid forward about an
inch, and pulled my balls away from my body and far down in their sack.
Everything tightened up, and the cuffs trapped my blue balls and *squeezed*
them. I almost *EXPLODED*. Ten things happened at once. I knew I was stuck,
and I was *way* too hard to even consider getting out. I didn't know if
I would ever get out. That fear sent instant sexual *thrills* surging through
my body. It was like a panic, adrenaline pumping through my body, but
all in the direction of heightening my sexual level. This combined with
that delicious blue ball pain, and the stimulation the cock ring and the
nipple clamps were giving me were almost too much.
I swear, if I could have been free at that moment, I think I may have just
fucked your orders and attacked my cock and balls no matter what the
penalty would have been. Lucky for me I *was* stuck. I bucked a few times,
and thought that I might just cum. I then realized that the cuffs were
locked *tight* around my very swollen balls, and the fact that the cuffs
slid forward by me pulling backward made everything even tighter. I inched
forward, and tried to push the cuffs back against the bed. When my balls
hit the bed, I though I was going to die from pleasure. I was successful
in pushing the cuffs back into there original state, but when I was
done, I couldn't help but squeezed my balls against the bed a few times.
Now that I was not trying to escape, I slipped back into fantasy, and
massaged my cock and balls between the bed and myself and fantasized about
"our" scene. This was just pure bliss.
If I was able to reach a phone, I would have called you to beg you to
let me come. I *was* at another peak. I knew that this was it, I was
not allowed to come.
I really enjoyed the next hour or so. I played a game with myself that
I wasn't really sure I wanted to win at first. I would let myself start
to go soft (which wasn't easy), and then I would try and escape. Each
time I waited longer and longer before the next attempt, but each time
as soon as I began to pull I would instantly get my erection back.
It seemed that the more I wanted to lose my erection, the stronger it
would get! My cock was betraying me. Even after I reached the point that
I was *really* sure that I *wanted* to get free, I couldn't do it.
My impatience was not helping. Finally I began to get frustrated.
I knew that I *had* to get frustrated to break the spell I was under,
and get up enough will power to force myself to not think about sexual
thoughts so I could get soft enough to get free.
I was much like a fish on a line who finally stopped struggling, and
gave up hope. I rested my head on the bed and preoccupied my mind with
work, and finally managed to forget about what a horny slave slut I am.
After about 15 minutes, I realized that I was semi-soft and I made a
quick attempt at escape. It wasn't easy since the instant my balls felt
the pull my cock started to grow again. I knew I only had one shot at it
and I pulled really hard, my balls slipped through the cuffs, causing a
moment of intense pain/pleasure just as the nipple clamps were being
*yanked* off my now very tender nipples. The two things happened
simultaneously and it was like a mini orgasm in itself.
I collapsed, a very satisfied slave. I was not at all *sexually* satisfied
in the orgasm sense. I was satisfied in the slave sense. I had a
tremendous need and desire to cum, and there was no way I could even
beg you. I wished that there was a way, as I though that if you were
really there you would have let me. Well, knowing you, maybe not :-).