Vianne Magic

We met at the hotel at 3.30pm just like last time. I respectfully approached my beautiful Mistress. After a brief discussion she told me to go into the toilets and put on her red fishnet stockings. She also produced a plastic bag with something inside. I was told to put that in my mouth and to keep my mouth shut until I was permitted to remove it. I walked to the toilet removing my trousers and socks and pulling on the stay-up stockings.

Having slid my trousers back up I put my socks in my pocket and opened the plastic bag. Inside were the panties Mistress had asked me to wear last time we met. But they were wet… very wet. Putting them in my mouth I tasted urine and I was incredibly turned on. Squeezing the panties fully inside my mouth was difficult. It almost made me gag. But I did it and then left the toilet and returned to Mistress.

She told me to sit in front of her and told me to roll up my trousers. I did so and noticed my stockings were clearly visible. Inspecting the job I had done, Mistress told me to roll them up a little further, which I did instantly, thinking everyone would be sure to notice. I wonder what they will think.

Mistress then told me that I would follow her out of the hotel – a few steps behind – and follow her back to her apartment a few blocks away. When she finished she stood and started to slowly (very slowly for me) through the hotel and out the glass door with me following a few paces behind. While the hotel didn’t have lots of patrons, I was haunted with the way I was being paraded in front of them showing them the fishnets I was wearing.

We crossed the road and all-too-slowly travelled the few hundred metres passing numerous pedestrians and with lots of passing traffic. Eventually Mistress required me to walk on along the busy highway and enter her apartment from another direction while she cut through on a shortcut.

On arrival stripped naked and hands and feet cuffed with the soaking wet panties still in place and hood over head and blindfold tightly affixed… unfortunately no amyl this time round. Last time the amyl was such a calming effect on me. I was led out onto a balcony with traffic passing. Hog tied and left there for some time. Really uncomfortable.

Ties removed and led back inside and blindfold removed Mistress asked me to pull her panties from my mouth and then had me slide them up my legs. Asked to lie on my back and expertly roped so my knees were up near my chest and my legs spread wide providing easy access to my cock and balls and ass. My wrist cuffs were clipped to my rope bondage making me helpless.

Nipples played with and squeezed between thumb and fingers. Clamp attached and tightened to the point where the pain was just bearable.

Mistress asked how I was with catheters. I said I had experienced them. She asked what it felt like. I said it was like being fucked from the inside out. She said she’d never heard it like that.

She securely bound my cock and balls with a fine cord firmly securing my bulging balls then the length of my cock tightly. I was almost ready to shoot my load when she arose.

Mistress then retrieved a coin. Heads I cane your cock and balls or tails I cane the soles of your feet. She then tossed the coin. Asking me what the result was I leaned to the left. Thank goodness it was heads… I don’t know if I could handle my soles being caned. I have never experienced it. Not that I have ever had my cock and balls caned either!!

Mistress then placed the coin on my forehead saying that if the coin fell from my forehead she would also administer the caning of my soles.

My ordeal commenced and I did quite well staying reasonably still with the coin in place. Starting firmly Mistress swatted at my cock and alternated with my balls. They were very vulnerable and exposed in their tight binding. The strength and persistency of Mistress’s strikes led to my shifting position and the coin slid off my forehead onto my chest. Uh Oh!! Now for something I was not looking forward to. Cane strikes on my soles.

Mistress too noticed and was quick to remind me of my impending fate as she continued to smack my cock and balls harder with me now squirming much more now that I had sealed my own fate by failing to keep the coin in place.

Having satisfied herself that my cock and balls had received sufficient punishment Mistress turned her focus on my soles. Mistress replaced the coin saying that I needed to keep the coin in place or I would face a fate much worse than I could imagine. She firmly and deliberately took aim at the sole of my foot and connected. Placement seemed her priority as Mistress spread her strikes spreading them across the length and breadth of my sole. Bit by bit Mistress increased the strength of her shots to the point where I believed I couldn’t survive much longer without begging for mercy. I was so determined not to beg but didn’t know how much longer I could last!!

Mistress then announced she would give me two more strokes of the cane on each foot. She took aim on my right foot and struck … hard! Searing pain but with only three more to go I was even more determined to survive without begging. Taking careful aim striking a relatively fresh area of my sole incredibly hard. Mentally counting down … two strokes seemed so near and yet so far!!

Shifting her attention to my left foot, Mistress took aim and struck hard. I could taste the hit it was so hard. One to go… how could I last… but it was only one. Again Mistress loaded up and this time the stroke seemed to sting worse than any other, but the exquisite feeling of success seemed to sooth some of the pain. This was exacerbated by the knowledge that the coin remained in place on my forehead.

Mistress then reminded me of her promise to use the catheter on me. Memories of other times when I had experienced catheters being slowly and somewhat excruciatingly being inserted up my cock. Today would be no different except my cock was tightly bound still and my urethra was still constricted enhancing the sensation as the catheter was forced deeper and deeper. Mistress forced the catheter down the mouth of my blood-engorged cock. Mistress delighted in moving it in and out. It seemed more uncomfortable than I remember. Eventually Mistress tired of the activity and leaving the catheter deeply embedded she came around and bit by bit untied the ropes keeping me firmly positioned… allowing my feet to fall to the ground along with my arms. I lay there trying to relax and gather my thoughts when I realised the coin was still positioned on my forehead. Whew!! At least I would not face Mistress’s ultimate challenge.

Mistress then told me to get up and I wasn’t sure what to do because standing up would cause the coin to fall. She delighted in my predicament. Smiling she reminded me of my circumstances and I decided I wanted to comply by standing… and even more to willingly suffer whatever Mistress had in store for me.

Having stood up unsteadily I noticed that the catheter had com out a couple of inches and seeing this Mistress told me to push it in fully. Watching as I did so Mistress smiled.

I think I would have done or endured just about anything she asked at this point. She called me over and told me to position myself on the table with my ass close to the edge. Mistress again expertly used her ropes to firmly bind me to the table with my legs spread and knees raised and my arms again secured firmly to my thighs. Unlike last time I visited Mistress this time I was not gagged. I thought and convinced myself I would not make a sound.

Mistress positioned herself behind my head and I heard a popping sound as she came into my vision holding a needle. Removing the nipple clamps she gripped my nipple and forced the needle through my areola beneath my nipple. She disappeared again and came back into view carrying another needle and again gripping firmly forced another needle through. This continued until with the fifth needle in hand she warned me to brace myself as this needle would go through the nipple itself. I did as she bade me but I was not ready for the depth of pain and grunted for the couple of seconds it took for the needle to travel through my nipple.

The whole process was repeated with my right nipple… again I struggled not to squeal when the fifth needle thrust through my right nipple.

Repositioning Mistress grabbed another needle moving this time between my firmly secured legs. Trepidation built in my mind as Mistress reassured me that people who have their cock pierced say it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as having your nipples pierced. Sure I thought!! Sure to her word I readied myself for the impending pain and breathed through the experience comparatively well. Mistress was right! She repeated the dose four more times before warning me that her last and sixth needle would hurt more. Again she was right but it was nowhere as bad as any of the needles through my nipples.

With five needles through each nipple from every angle and six needles embedded in my cock I lay back satisfied I had achieved for my Mistress. As I relaxed Mistress fetched a wine glass and removed her panties. Coming closer to me she stood with her legs apart and her knees slightly bent. She neatly filled the glass. Not a drop spilled. How did she do that?

She directed that I sit up and using my arms I pulled myself upright. Positioning the glass to my lips I eagerly slurped down Mistress’s warm amber nectar. After five or six attempts I had succeed in draining the glass completely.

Mistress told me to lie back down and I heard the snap of rubber gloves being pulled on.  She moved between my legs and slid one finger into my rosebud. Sliding it in and out she had a second finger join her first as she stretched me a bit wider. I felt her hand withdraw as she moved away and came up to look in my eyes. “Not quite as clean as the last time we were together” she said as she slid each finger into my mouth and I eagerly sucked remnants of my faeces off. When she was happy her glove was clean she stepped away and again positioned herself at my ass. First one finger. Two, Three and finally four fingers she thrust in my ass going deeper each time. I was eagerly looking forward to being fisted for the first time. Again she stepped back and came close to my head. Again she fed each of the four fingers to me and again I eagerly sought to please her by licking her glove clean… experiencing the acrid taste.

One by one Mistress removed the five needles in each nipple. I felt compelled to mentally count as each needle was removed. She then moved down and the six needles in my cock were similarly removed. Mistress then untied the ropes holding me firmly telling me to get up from the table and follow her into the bathroom.

I followed like a puppy and Mistress instructed me to get into the bath and lie on my back. I did so and she spat on my cock telling me to use my hands and get myself hard. There was comparatively little lubrication and when Mistress returned a minute or so later I felt incapable as I failed to get my cock hard. Noticing this Mistress asked whether I was having difficulty. I replied that it was a bit dry and Mistress again spat on my cock this time also adding some lubricant. Instantly my cock rose to attention and I wondered what was to follow.

As I lay back enjoying pulling on my well needled cock Mistress positioned herself over me and let loose with a steady stream of well-aimed, warm urine which splashed over my head and I opened my mouth wide to try to capture and swallow as much as I could. Before long I had the most amazing orgasm firing my cream up my body.

Climbing down Mistress picked up a tea spoon and fed me six to eight spoons full of my sperm which I eagerly consumed. I am starting to really enjoy that salty taste.