How I became a Sado Maso Freak
(originally writed in french, google translated/sorry for broken sentencies ;)
Before I Discovere the art of BDSM lifestyle, i was married ten years with a religious man i never loved (but he was wealthy ;)) without imagination in sexuality and was deeply emotionally disable.
I was feeling myself a kind of submissive since my birth, but I quit my very vanilla, boring and prude way of life when i meet a Great BDSM Master from Ukrainia few year ago.
I fall crazy in love with Him !
This passion changed everithing in my life. It was more like a spiritual and a teacher/student relationship than a bestial sex affaire. He open my mind to this entire new way of life.
Now is gone, but He will always be my Mentor and will always be grateful. Since my meeting with my Mentor in 2013, I evolved a lot, during my very tough training (more than a year without doing ayithing else but slave education). We cross together any border of extrem depravity my imagination could think of. Unberable pain, deprivation, total control of every details of my life (food, sleep, weight, hygien, toilet, clothes, postures, etc..), He organized for me full time heavy duties, unfinishable homework, domestc chore, sport training.
I was doing all my best to give Him satisfaction. But He was so demanding, i fail quite often. So, the punishments were extremly harsh, Physically and psycologicaly. I discover that I was really masochist and feel unbelievable pleasure and satisfaction in the deepest sufffering. He was a real sadist, not to play a game. He will not stand any complaints, or He incrased the penalties. I had red,black and blue marks all over my small body everytime. for exemple I was quite ashamed to go to the doctor in such state, or sharing a shower with my sports mate. But deeply in my soul, i was so proud, I knew in my hearth that my spirit was growing very fast.
As my mind, my body undergoes major change: My Master demanded and offered me a mammary increase, the effacement of my tattoos (errors of youth), a vulvar and vaginal rejuvenation as well as a complete depilation. I was always very proud of my allure (except my size too tiny) but finally, I touched the sublime, I was perfect. Violently narcissistic, and in love with my image, my Master took even more pleasure in degrading me, humiliating me, and making me feel the vilest whore in the world.
Sometimes, the week-end, he would bring friends, or clients, and organize parties. I was exhibited there as a piece of meat, then brutally tortured in front of this public by my Master. The Master did not allow them to touch me, but they were encouraged to spit on me, insult me, masturbated themselves and laughing at the poor creature.
Once, I had to drink a glass of champagne filled with the seed of the spectators … despite my efforts and good will, I ***** … the Master forced me to put everything back into my mouth and clean the floor with my tongue, All the drops of sperm s**ttered around.
I had been trained to drink my Master’s urine every morning, as well as to lick her anus, armpits and feet for a long time. I loved it, the powerful pheromones it released, made me so wet that I was made to the limit of orgasm. Beware if this happened! He strictly controlled my pleasure and rarely allowed me to exhilter, leaving me in a permanent state between frustration and excitement. I was constantly wearing a very uncomfortable chastity belt and a chrome anal plug. The belt allowed me to urinate but to shit, I had to beg him and I had to always do my needs in front of him, it was very embarrassing.
During menstruation, I was not under the belt, but was not allowed to wear any clothes and had my hands handcuffed in the back. The Master mistreated me then violently and sucked with delight the blood flowing between my thighs, on purpose, he teased his expert tongue my clitoris bloated, .I exploded in massive orgasms. The Master lacked neither imagination nor equipment to punish me. He had a whole range of whips, swifts, sticks, pliers, needles, vices to crush the breasts .. He uses them with expertise to maximize pain and minimize lesions.
One method he particularly likes is torture with electricity: a crocodile clip on each nipple, a double anal and vaginal copper plug, a metalic urethral catheter, another crocodile clip on the tongue, sometimes on the clitoris and naked electrical cables tied to little fingers and toes. With a box, it can finely control the intensity, type of discharges and their locations. The use of this apparatus plunged me into the most terrible anguish, the pain inflicted is hardly immaginable, my screams and my tears encouraged my Master to increase the potential. I sometimes fainted. I often lost control of my bowels and bladder, thus staining the precious equipment of my Executioner who found there a reason to punish me again next time! Surprisingly, despite my fear of the first electrocution sessions, I became addict of this torture. Endorphin discharges produce in the brain when one reaches this level of pain are the most potent d**gs. During the hours that follow, I swim on a small cloud and there are no persistent sequelae.
These powerful orgasms, forbidden by my Master, were the most severely chastened. This happened too often, even with the belt Of chastity. Nature has endowed me with an extreme sensitivity of the clitoris, and the simple rubbing of my little button against the steel make me squeal. If the Master notices it, a terrible punishment is inflicted on me.
I had been trained to drink my Master’s urine every morning, as well as to lick her anus, armpits and feet for a long time. I loved it, the powerful pheromones it released, made me so wet that I was made to the limit of orgasm. Beware if this...
I had been trained to drink my Master’s urine every morning, as well as to lick her anus, armpits and feet for a long time. I loved it, the powerful pheromones it released, made me so wet that I was made to the limit of orgasm. Beware if this happened! He strictly controlled my pleasure and rarely allowed me to exhilter, leaving me in a permanent state between frustration and excitement. I was constantly wearing a very uncomfortable chastity belt and a chrome anal plug. The belt allowed me to urinate but to shit, I had to beg him and I had to always do my needs in front of him, it was very embarrassing.
During menstruation, I was not under the belt, but was not allowed to wear any clothes and had my hands handcuffed in the back. The Master mistreated me then violently and sucked with delight the blood flowing between my thighs, on purpose, he teased his expert tongue my clitoris bloated, .I exploded in massive orgasms. The Master lacked neither imagination nor equipment to punish me. He had a whole range of whips, swifts, sticks, pliers, needles, vices to crush the breasts .. He uses them with expertise to maximize pain and minimize lesions.
One method he particularly likes is torture with electricity: a crocodile clip on each nipple, a double anal and vaginal copper plug, a metalic urethral catheter, another crocodile clip on the tongue, sometimes on the clitoris and naked electrical cables tied to little fingers and toes. With a box, it can finely control the intensity, type of discharges and their locations. The use of this apparatus plunged me into the most terrible anguish, the pain inflicted is hardly immaginable, my screams and my tears encouraged my Master to increase the potential. I sometimes fainted. I often lost control of my bowels and bladder, thus staining the precious equipment of my Executioner who found there a reason to punish me again next time! Surprisingly, despite my fear of the first electrocution sessions, I became addict of this torture. Endorphin discharges produce in the brain when one reaches this level of pain are the most potent d**gs. During the hours that follow, I swim on a small cloud and there are no persistent sequelae.
Five months after my initiation and my discovery of the BDSM universe, my training intensified dramatically and I was forced to quit my job as geriatric nurse. It was an important sacrifice for me because I love this work. A jump to the unknown to offer body and soul to my beloved Master.
He drafted for me a full membership contract (for a period of 12 months). It regulated all aspects of my life: etiquette (strict), duty (many), law (the only effective right was that of breaking at all times …), finance, health, out-of-home behavior, , Dress code, authorized cosmetics, telecommunications, readings etc. ect .. a very timed timetable now governed every aspect of my existence like a Swiss clock.
I walked through the innumerable and sometimes surprising paragraphs of this curious contract. Besides unconditional obedience, I reserved for her the unlimited and exclusive use of my asshole, my pussy and my throat: From now on, I was forbidden to speak to another male, or even to look at him under Severe measures. A scale of punishments had been scientifically elaborated by my Master and his reading terrified me. Allusions were made to excision, branding, nail fastening, strapado, flaying, and all sorts of exotic and refined techniques that I had never heard of before .
The Master insisted on the point of the contract regulating my behavior toward the Masculine people. He pointed out that any fault, in thought, action, or omission, would oblige him to the worst extremities. I swore to him my most sincere fidelity. The contract also stipulated that I was charged with establishing a liturgy for the daily veneration of my Master . He demanded that this worship should include attainment of various postures, control of gaze, adoration of His manhood, self-criticism and self-devaluation. I had to write litanies glorifying her qualities, “mercy,” and compassion for that poor and foul creature who enjoyed the right to serve him. This celebration was to last one hour each day of the week and 2:30 on Friday. Whether he was present or not. In fact, he had every possibility to check because every corner of his manor was under permanent video surveillance.
He confis**ted my cell phone, my passport, my bank cards. I had to give her all my internet access, e-mail accounts, FB, tweeter, XHamster … In the rooms where I was now allowed to circulate, many giant screens would constantly broadcast a selection of pornographic videos Of the most refined and decadent. Knowing the scabrous tastes of my Master, I feared the extreme brutality of his cinematographic choices (I was not disappointed). I had to summarize, evaluate and criticize in detail these exhausting but exciting viewing. He guaranteed me 5 hours of rest per night (except punishment). 2 hours of accompanied outgoing per week, 1 meal of 15*****l. per day:.. After a tough negotiation, I succeeded in obtaining the right to smoke 5 cigarettes per day provided on condition that I crush my cig butt on the soles of my feet and that daily I clean the ashtray with my tongue…
(to be bontinued)
Before I Discovere the art of BDSM lifestyle, i was married ten years with a religious man i never loved (but he was wealthy ;)) without imagination in sexuality and was deeply emotionally disable.
I was feeling myself a kind of submissive since my birth, but I quit my very vanilla, boring and prude way of life when i meet a Great BDSM Master from Ukrainia few year ago.
I fall crazy in love with Him !
This passion changed everithing in my life. It was more like a spiritual and a teacher/student relationship than a bestial sex affaire. He open my mind to this entire new way of life.
Now is gone, but He will always be my Mentor and will always be grateful. Since my meeting with my Mentor in 2013, I evolved a lot, during my very tough training (more than a year without doing ayithing else but slave education). We cross together any border of extrem depravity my imagination could think of. Unberable pain, deprivation, total control of every details of my life (food, sleep, weight, hygien, toilet, clothes, postures, etc..), He organized for me full time heavy duties, unfinishable homework, domestc chore, sport training.
I was doing all my best to give Him satisfaction. But He was so demanding, i fail quite often. So, the punishments were extremly harsh, Physically and psycologicaly. I discover that I was really masochist and feel unbelievable pleasure and satisfaction in the deepest sufffering. He was a real sadist, not to play a game. He will not stand any complaints, or He incrased the penalties. I had red,black and blue marks all over my small body everytime. for exemple I was quite ashamed to go to the doctor in such state, or sharing a shower with my sports mate. But deeply in my soul, i was so proud, I knew in my hearth that my spirit was growing very fast.
As my mind, my body undergoes major change: My Master demanded and offered me a mammary increase, the effacement of my tattoos (errors of youth), a vulvar and vaginal rejuvenation as well as a complete depilation. I was always very proud of my allure (except my size too tiny) but finally, I touched the sublime, I was perfect. Violently narcissistic, and in love with my image, my Master took even more pleasure in degrading me, humiliating me, and making me feel the vilest whore in the world.
Sometimes, the week-end, he would bring friends, or clients, and organize parties. I was exhibited there as a piece of meat, then brutally tortured in front of this public by my Master. The Master did not allow them to touch me, but they were encouraged to spit on me, insult me, masturbated themselves and laughing at the poor creature.
Once, I had to drink a glass of champagne filled with the seed of the spectators … despite my efforts and good will, I ***** … the Master forced me to put everything back into my mouth and clean the floor with my tongue, All the drops of sperm s**ttered around.
I had been trained to drink my Master’s urine every morning, as well as to lick her anus, armpits and feet for a long time. I loved it, the powerful pheromones it released, made me so wet that I was made to the limit of orgasm. Beware if this happened! He strictly controlled my pleasure and rarely allowed me to exhilter, leaving me in a permanent state between frustration and excitement. I was constantly wearing a very uncomfortable chastity belt and a chrome anal plug. The belt allowed me to urinate but to shit, I had to beg him and I had to always do my needs in front of him, it was very embarrassing.
During menstruation, I was not under the belt, but was not allowed to wear any clothes and had my hands handcuffed in the back. The Master mistreated me then violently and sucked with delight the blood flowing between my thighs, on purpose, he teased his expert tongue my clitoris bloated, .I exploded in massive orgasms. The Master lacked neither imagination nor equipment to punish me. He had a whole range of whips, swifts, sticks, pliers, needles, vices to crush the breasts .. He uses them with expertise to maximize pain and minimize lesions.
One method he particularly likes is torture with electricity: a crocodile clip on each nipple, a double anal and vaginal copper plug, a metalic urethral catheter, another crocodile clip on the tongue, sometimes on the clitoris and naked electrical cables tied to little fingers and toes. With a box, it can finely control the intensity, type of discharges and their locations. The use of this apparatus plunged me into the most terrible anguish, the pain inflicted is hardly immaginable, my screams and my tears encouraged my Master to increase the potential. I sometimes fainted. I often lost control of my bowels and bladder, thus staining the precious equipment of my Executioner who found there a reason to punish me again next time! Surprisingly, despite my fear of the first electrocution sessions, I became addict of this torture. Endorphin discharges produce in the brain when one reaches this level of pain are the most potent d**gs. During the hours that follow, I swim on a small cloud and there are no persistent sequelae.
These powerful orgasms, forbidden by my Master, were the most severely chastened. This happened too often, even with the belt Of chastity. Nature has endowed me with an extreme sensitivity of the clitoris, and the simple rubbing of my little button against the steel make me squeal. If the Master notices it, a terrible punishment is inflicted on me.
I had been trained to drink my Master’s urine every morning, as well as to lick her anus, armpits and feet for a long time. I loved it, the powerful pheromones it released, made me so wet that I was made to the limit of orgasm. Beware if this...
I had been trained to drink my Master’s urine every morning, as well as to lick her anus, armpits and feet for a long time. I loved it, the powerful pheromones it released, made me so wet that I was made to the limit of orgasm. Beware if this happened! He strictly controlled my pleasure and rarely allowed me to exhilter, leaving me in a permanent state between frustration and excitement. I was constantly wearing a very uncomfortable chastity belt and a chrome anal plug. The belt allowed me to urinate but to shit, I had to beg him and I had to always do my needs in front of him, it was very embarrassing.
During menstruation, I was not under the belt, but was not allowed to wear any clothes and had my hands handcuffed in the back. The Master mistreated me then violently and sucked with delight the blood flowing between my thighs, on purpose, he teased his expert tongue my clitoris bloated, .I exploded in massive orgasms. The Master lacked neither imagination nor equipment to punish me. He had a whole range of whips, swifts, sticks, pliers, needles, vices to crush the breasts .. He uses them with expertise to maximize pain and minimize lesions.
One method he particularly likes is torture with electricity: a crocodile clip on each nipple, a double anal and vaginal copper plug, a metalic urethral catheter, another crocodile clip on the tongue, sometimes on the clitoris and naked electrical cables tied to little fingers and toes. With a box, it can finely control the intensity, type of discharges and their locations. The use of this apparatus plunged me into the most terrible anguish, the pain inflicted is hardly immaginable, my screams and my tears encouraged my Master to increase the potential. I sometimes fainted. I often lost control of my bowels and bladder, thus staining the precious equipment of my Executioner who found there a reason to punish me again next time! Surprisingly, despite my fear of the first electrocution sessions, I became addict of this torture. Endorphin discharges produce in the brain when one reaches this level of pain are the most potent d**gs. During the hours that follow, I swim on a small cloud and there are no persistent sequelae.
Five months after my initiation and my discovery of the BDSM universe, my training intensified dramatically and I was forced to quit my job as geriatric nurse. It was an important sacrifice for me because I love this work. A jump to the unknown to offer body and soul to my beloved Master.
He drafted for me a full membership contract (for a period of 12 months). It regulated all aspects of my life: etiquette (strict), duty (many), law (the only effective right was that of breaking at all times …), finance, health, out-of-home behavior, , Dress code, authorized cosmetics, telecommunications, readings etc. ect .. a very timed timetable now governed every aspect of my existence like a Swiss clock.
I walked through the innumerable and sometimes surprising paragraphs of this curious contract. Besides unconditional obedience, I reserved for her the unlimited and exclusive use of my asshole, my pussy and my throat: From now on, I was forbidden to speak to another male, or even to look at him under Severe measures. A scale of punishments had been scientifically elaborated by my Master and his reading terrified me. Allusions were made to excision, branding, nail fastening, strapado, flaying, and all sorts of exotic and refined techniques that I had never heard of before .
The Master insisted on the point of the contract regulating my behavior toward the Masculine people. He pointed out that any fault, in thought, action, or omission, would oblige him to the worst extremities. I swore to him my most sincere fidelity. The contract also stipulated that I was charged with establishing a liturgy for the daily veneration of my Master . He demanded that this worship should include attainment of various postures, control of gaze, adoration of His manhood, self-criticism and self-devaluation. I had to write litanies glorifying her qualities, “mercy,” and compassion for that poor and foul creature who enjoyed the right to serve him. This celebration was to last one hour each day of the week and 2:30 on Friday. Whether he was present or not. In fact, he had every possibility to check because every corner of his manor was under permanent video surveillance.
He confis**ted my cell phone, my passport, my bank cards. I had to give her all my internet access, e-mail accounts, FB, tweeter, XHamster … In the rooms where I was now allowed to circulate, many giant screens would constantly broadcast a selection of pornographic videos Of the most refined and decadent. Knowing the scabrous tastes of my Master, I feared the extreme brutality of his cinematographic choices (I was not disappointed). I had to summarize, evaluate and criticize in detail these exhausting but exciting viewing. He guaranteed me 5 hours of rest per night (except punishment). 2 hours of accompanied outgoing per week, 1 meal of 15*****l. per day:.. After a tough negotiation, I succeeded in obtaining the right to smoke 5 cigarettes per day provided on condition that I crush my cig butt on the soles of my feet and that daily I clean the ashtray with my tongue…
(to be bontinued)
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