Real Sadism, Real Suffering

Hours? Days? of Suffering

You have said:

1. I want a cruel Mistress.
2. I deserve to suffer at the hands of a merciless Domme because I am male and hence inferior.
3. Women have the right to torment men just for fun.

Perhaps not those words but others that express the same sentiments.

Finally, you win the attention of a sadistic woman whose greatest pleasure is consensual erotic cruelty.

You refuse a safeword.

You set a date, meet her and she takes you to the place she thinks of as her dungeon.
You take off your clothing, stand before her naked and vulnerable.
Mistress ties you up. Now you are helpless. She is ready to begin.

You would scream if she had not gagged you. That pain was from nipple clamps. They remain on for a long as you are in her dungeon. She will remove and reposition the clamps. Spasms of pain follow each removal and reattachment.

She likes to whip and beat men. She has so many whips and canes, and corporal punishment implements you have never heard of. Like that deadly cane made from the branch of a rose tree.

Each pain toy lands with a thud or sting unique to it. Mistress knows how to orchestrate a session like this. How to organize and modulate a man’s suffering.
She is unhurried. She pauses to admire the red streaks on your body. She listens to your heavy breathing and moaning. You have made her happy.

Tormenting a man is hard work. Mistress takes periodic breaks. Each time you sigh with relief believing the session ended. She knows this and laughs at you. In your ear, she whispers a reminder that you forego having a safe word. She gives you sardonic thanks for that.

You have suffered for hours now. Mistress has hours more for you.
Suddenly she stops. Her bladder is full. She showers you with her hot piss.
But she does not let you go.

Mistress will take a nap. When she returns your tortured nerves will suffer yet more.
Maybe she will stop hurting you one day.