Silence once again filled the room, as I laid upon my Mistresses bed, beaten down far more then I had ever imagined possible. I had looked at many FemDom type magazines, and seen what looked to be some severely punished asses, but I was sure mine was worse then any I had seen. Actually, if I could see it, I would find that it wasn't near as bad as it felt. There was some blood and definitely some marks from all I had gone thru.
"MMMmmmmmmmmmm, what do we have here in your hands slave". My key to my apartment. I had been holding it the entire time I had gone thru all of this. My Mistress found this most amusing and plucked it from my hand. "Is this a gift for me slave? A key to your apartment? As you already know, I don't need your key, but I appreciate the offer". She chuckled near my ear and then I felt her leather fingers working at my cuffs. She released me from them and when my arms were free, the pain came screaming into my shoulders, wrists, and hands. I literally moaned. "Don't move off of the bed slave. You can rub your wrists or whatever you need to rub to get some circulation going again in them. Don't move too much though. We are far from done". I heard her move away and out the door. I figured she was testing me to see if I would be stupid enough to try and remove my blindfold again. No, I had already learned that lesson, my bleeding ass reminded me. I continued to rub my wrists and stretch my shoulder. I ached more then I had ever ached in my life from being cuffed for soooo long.
"Would you like a drink slave"? I about jumped out of my skin as I didn't even know she was in the room with me, whether alone right next to me. "Whats the matter slave, did I scare you"? "Yes Mistress", I said shakily. "Good, I intend to keep you on your toes. I see you didn't try to remove your blindfold. Lucky for you". I felt a plastic glass placed into my hand and being I was soooo parched from all I had been thru I didn't think to care or worry what might be in the glass. Tipping it up I drank about half of it down before my senses screamed at me that there was something not quite right about the contents in the glass. "Don't you dare spill a drop slave", she hissed in my ear. "Its my piss and if you spill it, you will get it on my bed linen, and I wouldn't be very happy about that. Now drink it all down and thank me". I was shocked that she would trick me like this. Knowing how thirsty I must be, she sadistically had tricked me into slamming a half a glass of her piss down before I even knew what was happening. I was not as quick about drinking the remainder of the glass. "Slave, it is an honor I bestow upon you to allow you to drink my piss, so do not dishonor me in not enjoying it, for in time, I will just tilt your head back and stand over you and expect you to not miss a drop". I shuddered to think she would do this to me. I even thought about using my safeword to not have to do this, but then thought better of it. Who knows what type of punishment I might have to endure if I didn't do as she expected. I tipped the glass up and finished it. The bitter taste was very disconcerting to me, and I had to use great restraint not to throw it up. I was as humiliated as I could be. I thought I knew all there was to know about FemDom life from all the books I had read on the subject, and though I had read about this, I had just told myself that wasn't something most women would want to do and didn't really concern myself about it. I was shocked to think I had actually drank another human beings piss!!!! "Whats the matter slave, didn't you enjoy my golden nectar"? "I'm sorry Mistress, its not something I think I could do again". Laughing at me I was suddenly struck again by her cane. Whack!!! I screamed out in agony. "If you think that is the worse that will ever happen to you when you are in my clutches slave, you are sorely mistaken. You will learn to not only drink my piss without sniveling about it, but you will be begging to be allowed to do so. Lucky for you, I'm not into scat play, but I almost wish I were, just so you could see how menial it is to drink my piss. Now, lick my remains from your lips, and lay down". I ran my tongue over my lips and cleaned the remaining piss from them. I then laid down as instructed. I heard the wisp of her glove being removed and then it was laid upon my back. It felt wonderful as it laid there. I then felt her nails scratch at and begin to remove the wax that was caked to my skin. It hurt a great deal to feel the skin pinched, and the wax removed. It pulled at and removed some hair from me also, and I cried out. "Sssssshhhhhh, my goodness slave, you are really getting to be a sissy". I felt ashamed that I had cried out, but it did sincerely hurt as she removed the wax from me. This went on for quite some time, and all along I was in discomfort from it, but never uttered another word, although I may have winced a few times.
I was turned over and she began to remove the wax from my chest, pulling some hair deliberately I believe. I did my best to lay still as she did so. Finally, she was done, or had at least tired of removing the wax. I heard her pull her glove back on her hand, and then she started to caress my body all over. She caressed my face softly, and I loved the smell of her gloved hand so near to my face. It felt so wonderful as she did this. Then she touched my hand, and even allowed me to hold her hand briefly. It was such a glorious feeling to have my hand in hers. Then she caressed my thighs, down the top of my leg, and over my feet. Back up the other leg, and near my balls and cock, but never actually touching them. I felt my cock harden from just the thought of her gloved hand touching me there. "Like the feel of my leather hand touching you slave"? "OOOooooohhhhh Yesssss, Mistress", I gushed. Suddenly she grabbed my nipple between her leather fingers and twisted it roughly making me scream once again. She slapped it, pulled it, and twisted it some more, and then moved over to the next one. Giving it the same torment as the first nipple. Back and forth she did this. I learned to silence myself from the pain. I realized she would hurt me even worse when I cried out, but when I took it, she was more likely to have some mercy on me. Just when I thought I had gained control of myself, she attached some nipple clamps to me, and tightened them up severely onto both nipples. I screamed again. She slapped my balls and demanded I shut up immediately before she gave me a real reason to scream. I obeyed. Not even whimpering, though I wanted to. There was a chain attached to the nipple clamps and she used this to pull me up off the bed and lead me around the room. I half ran to keep up with her, and could tell she was amused by my attempt to try. She pushed me back down on the bed in a sitting position and leaned towards me. I could smell the mix of her perfume and leather near me as she removed one of the clamps and then lowered her mouth upon my nipple and sucked it into her hot mouth. I was overcome with such a sensation I am not sure I can describe. Pain and pleasure like I have never known. It hurt horrendously, yet felt pleasing too. Her tongue swirled around it, and she sucked at it gently. Slowly the feeling was coming back and just as it was, she bit down upon my nipple and just as I was about to explode with an ear splitting scream, she placed her leather hand over my mouth, and the touch of her gloved hand silenced me like nothing else could have. To have her lovely hand upon my face smothering me, was a joy I could not express. It soothed me and excited me emmensely. I drank in the essense of her leather, and it captivated me so deeply, I barely felt the pain that I was about to scream over. All I cared about was her hand on my face. I kissed it and rubbed my face into it, like a cat rubs itself on its keeper. I was soooo consumed by her hand I completely didn't feel her remove the other clamp and do all of the things she had done to my other nipple. My whole world at that moment was consumed by that hand over my face, and I was lost in the touch of it. The smell of it. The caress of it. She easily turned my head and began kissing at my neck and bit into it. My cock sprang to full attention as I just love, as I mentioned before, to have my neck bitten. She had obviously figured that out, and was now using it against me. She removed the hand from my face and grabbed my throbbing cock with it. Ohhhhhhh, another ecstacy, her leather hand upon my cock. She lightly stroked me up and down and then slapped at it. Her hungry mouth continued to bite and suck at my neck as she tormented my cock. I was delirious with passion now. Maybe I was finally going to get some pleasure for all the pain I had suffered through? I think not......