MsWhip-Atlanta
11-02-2006, 02:27 PM
Dreams, Memories, Dreams Again
Dreams
Sometimes dreams toy with our memories. Unusual or bizarre images mask the underlying message. He dreamt of a truck with chains dangling from the flat-bed. Were these the chains that made his ankles fast to the cross? He sawan old-fashioned ticker-tape machine in his dream. Did its tape of stock abbreviationsread out a terrible litany of CBT, CBT, CBT, ... ?
Yes, dreams could be distortions ... faint images that would fade away upon awakening. But the memories of her possessed an inescapable clarity. She was inscribed in him with some indelible mental ink. He would take memories of her to his grave.
Memories
He stood before her under the spotlight as she contemplated what tortures would best satisfy her whims by making his naked body writhe. She thoughtfully decided what humiliations he should be put though at this stage of his whore/slave training.
When he had met her that morning, he had hoped he would find that he had exaggerated to himself the degree to which her sex-sorcery had enslaved him. Little hope became no hope as he saw her. He realized he would submit himself to anything for her.
Now she brought his thoughts to life as she taught him his first slave position: on his knees, legs slightly spread, head to floor, arms outstretched, and, most significantly, his back arched to present his ass to her in a pose of raw vulnerability and humiliation. He burned in shame as she examined his cock and balls and even parted his buttocks. Her ability to humiliate him knew no bounds.
He was commanded to stand again and remain motionless as she brought the cord. With a skill and intricacy he could not hope to follow she bound him. The cord cinched tightly around his testicles, his chest, his arms, and his wrists.She backed him up against the cold wood of the cross and chained his ankles to it. The tension of the cord on his flesh confirmed he was trussed soundly and was helpless to protect himself from abuse.
He soon realized why she had not blindfolded him (beyond the obvious fact that her untouchable beauty tantalized him). She began displaying her implements of electric torture before him. She mentally racked him before turning attention to his pinioned body. With mock ceremony she attached the electrodes to the shaft of his cock and to his balls and began experimenting with current levels. His balls tingled with electric fire and his cock quivered as she played with the dials.
Then, to his horror and shame, she announced she planned to torture the cum from him. He had tried to prepare himself for serving her this wayby teasing himself for weeks before their meeting but not allowing himself to ever cum. But he realized there was one obstacle he had not overcome ... he suffered the side-effect of medication that made achievement of orgasm very, very difficult. He confessed this to her.
To his astonishment, she did not verbally scald him with anger. Instead she offered counsel: take ginseng and ginko; she offered admonishment: check with his physician ... especially if he was also taking any blood pressure medications; and she gave a command: begin taking the ginseng and ginko and report back to her in 10 days.
Counsel was given, but not mercy. She remarked she would see if she could torture any cum out of him right now anyway. Her joy and pleasure were not to be denied as she attached electrodes to the head of his cock. When she found the level that caused him to twitch and flinch, she set it to continuous pulse. The torture was indescribable. He had a vision of one of those horrific mediaeval representations of hell. A hell where a whore would suffer through eternity as toads fed on her pussy. And her he was, a male whore with an electrical creature gnawing away at his cock. She had created a living hell for him.
She also attached cloths pins to his nipples ("just 'baby" clips,' she would say with mock kindness). She would then pull them off so the ends squeezed and tore at the flesh of his nipples. She would then take sharp wood skewers and probe his nipples as she layered tortures upon him.
Then the physical torture was stopped, for she had plans for exquisite humiliation and mental torture. Now he was blindfolded and a vibrator attached to his cock. She commanded that he do his best to cum. How it must have amused her to watch her whore slave helplessly and hopelessly thrusting is cock into an imaginary pussy. How humiliating it was for him to put on such a performance of mock love-making for his mistress. And she knew how sexually frustrating it would be for him to fantasize and excite himself with no hope of sexual release.
Later in despair (which he could never escape) she had him serve her meal and practice his slave position. She "rewarded" him by allowing him to kiss her boots before she sent him away into the outside world.
Dreams Again
He is home now, but she is there too. She who dominates his waking thoughts also walks through the pavilions of his dreams displaying her attributes of beauty, sensuality, and mercilessness. And sometimes he dreams that his tortured body cums and he pours himself out ... a living libation to his goddess.
- the end -
Your eternal whore/slave,
David
Dreams
Sometimes dreams toy with our memories. Unusual or bizarre images mask the underlying message. He dreamt of a truck with chains dangling from the flat-bed. Were these the chains that made his ankles fast to the cross? He sawan old-fashioned ticker-tape machine in his dream. Did its tape of stock abbreviationsread out a terrible litany of CBT, CBT, CBT, ... ?
Yes, dreams could be distortions ... faint images that would fade away upon awakening. But the memories of her possessed an inescapable clarity. She was inscribed in him with some indelible mental ink. He would take memories of her to his grave.
Memories
He stood before her under the spotlight as she contemplated what tortures would best satisfy her whims by making his naked body writhe. She thoughtfully decided what humiliations he should be put though at this stage of his whore/slave training.
When he had met her that morning, he had hoped he would find that he had exaggerated to himself the degree to which her sex-sorcery had enslaved him. Little hope became no hope as he saw her. He realized he would submit himself to anything for her.
Now she brought his thoughts to life as she taught him his first slave position: on his knees, legs slightly spread, head to floor, arms outstretched, and, most significantly, his back arched to present his ass to her in a pose of raw vulnerability and humiliation. He burned in shame as she examined his cock and balls and even parted his buttocks. Her ability to humiliate him knew no bounds.
He was commanded to stand again and remain motionless as she brought the cord. With a skill and intricacy he could not hope to follow she bound him. The cord cinched tightly around his testicles, his chest, his arms, and his wrists.She backed him up against the cold wood of the cross and chained his ankles to it. The tension of the cord on his flesh confirmed he was trussed soundly and was helpless to protect himself from abuse.
He soon realized why she had not blindfolded him (beyond the obvious fact that her untouchable beauty tantalized him). She began displaying her implements of electric torture before him. She mentally racked him before turning attention to his pinioned body. With mock ceremony she attached the electrodes to the shaft of his cock and to his balls and began experimenting with current levels. His balls tingled with electric fire and his cock quivered as she played with the dials.
Then, to his horror and shame, she announced she planned to torture the cum from him. He had tried to prepare himself for serving her this wayby teasing himself for weeks before their meeting but not allowing himself to ever cum. But he realized there was one obstacle he had not overcome ... he suffered the side-effect of medication that made achievement of orgasm very, very difficult. He confessed this to her.
To his astonishment, she did not verbally scald him with anger. Instead she offered counsel: take ginseng and ginko; she offered admonishment: check with his physician ... especially if he was also taking any blood pressure medications; and she gave a command: begin taking the ginseng and ginko and report back to her in 10 days.
Counsel was given, but not mercy. She remarked she would see if she could torture any cum out of him right now anyway. Her joy and pleasure were not to be denied as she attached electrodes to the head of his cock. When she found the level that caused him to twitch and flinch, she set it to continuous pulse. The torture was indescribable. He had a vision of one of those horrific mediaeval representations of hell. A hell where a whore would suffer through eternity as toads fed on her pussy. And her he was, a male whore with an electrical creature gnawing away at his cock. She had created a living hell for him.
She also attached cloths pins to his nipples ("just 'baby" clips,' she would say with mock kindness). She would then pull them off so the ends squeezed and tore at the flesh of his nipples. She would then take sharp wood skewers and probe his nipples as she layered tortures upon him.
Then the physical torture was stopped, for she had plans for exquisite humiliation and mental torture. Now he was blindfolded and a vibrator attached to his cock. She commanded that he do his best to cum. How it must have amused her to watch her whore slave helplessly and hopelessly thrusting is cock into an imaginary pussy. How humiliating it was for him to put on such a performance of mock love-making for his mistress. And she knew how sexually frustrating it would be for him to fantasize and excite himself with no hope of sexual release.
Later in despair (which he could never escape) she had him serve her meal and practice his slave position. She "rewarded" him by allowing him to kiss her boots before she sent him away into the outside world.
Dreams Again
He is home now, but she is there too. She who dominates his waking thoughts also walks through the pavilions of his dreams displaying her attributes of beauty, sensuality, and mercilessness. And sometimes he dreams that his tortured body cums and he pours himself out ... a living libation to his goddess.
- the end -
Your eternal whore/slave,
David