Suspension Session PART TWO (By Ms Zea)

As My favourite pet will assisted Me with the final construction on My suspension frame, I thought it was best that he help Me inaugurate it’s full use through a horizontal suspension scene. It has been too long since I have orchestrated such a play session, and I last did so with the use of multiple winches and pulleys. This was going to be fun, challenging and exciting—for Me and will!

After a bit of refresher research on the internet and discussion with a colleague, I decided that the horizontal suspension was going to be face up, and done with as little pressure points as possible. As it was will’s first time suspended and I did not want him to be in any discomfort; it was important that he be able to stay in the specialized bondage for as long as possible, and experience the fullest feeling of freedom.

The evening approached, and I was feeling a great deal of anticipation and exhilaration, as I suspect will was. will entered My playspace, and we greeted each other in our customarily warm manner—with hugs and cheek kisses. Will had generously brought a post-session snack of sushi, sashimi and sake, which was put into the fridge for later. Water was poured, and I instructed will to disrobe. I took My time getting him into proper “pet” headspace tonight: playing with his nipples with my fingers, inspecting his cock and balls with my eyes and hands, stroking his buttocks and back with my hands and nails…no cock rope or collar tonight; I wanted him to be as unfettered and prepared as possible for the upcoming suspension. In order to prepare will, I discussed how may feel-- both physically and mentally-- while suspended.

Getting into the energy of our joint moods, I decided on a final selection of suspension methods. (I wanted will to be able to watch my work, so the hood was not put on yet.) First, will stepped into My leather bondage bag, and backed into the suspension frame (still standing), then he was zipped up into the all-encasing leather, and slowly reversed himself onto the strong support of the rubber sling. He lay all the way back, and I gave some final adjustments to his position. Next, seven rubber bondage straps were tightly bound around his leather encased body, carefully positioned over the key points of suspension on his body—over large muscles and away from delicate joints, in a meticulous manner so as to provide superiorly balanced suspension (learned over years of suspending many men of many different body-types--from barrel-chested little people to wide-bottomed German giants). Then, I cautiously started the laborious (yet scintillating) process of attaching the ropes to the bondage belts, thoroughly stringing each of the seven bondage points to at least three of the eyebolts in the above suspension beams. After a final inspection and tightening of hundreds of feet of ropes, I asked will if he was ready—checking in if there were any uncomfortable points, cramping, pinched nerves, itching, or any other indirect discomfort. Will replied that everything felt great, and that he was ready—this was now almost an hour after we started the bondage-to-suspension process.

With an instant motion releasing the quick-release panic snaps , the sling that was holding will’s weight was immediately removed—and his weight dropped less than a couple of inches and remained perfectly horizontal, with the absolutely horizontal level I had so precisely planned. I removed the safe padding of a large ottoman from under him, and gently pushed the tightly bound body under My control. will’s body swung slightly, and my heart really started pounding in My chest—My endorphins were absolutely flying, as almost an hour of physical labour was so exquisitely rewarded with a perfectly bound and suspended body gently swaying under My complete control—BLISS! I asked will how he felt both physically and mentally; he replied that all was exactly as I previously described, and almost perfectly comfortable. He was able to use his core muscles to slightly adjust the points of suspension, and swing himself—allowing for the idyllic feeling of being utterly bound, yet supremely free.

After a few minutes of observing will’s softly rocking body and testing My knot-work, I placed a hood and some final suspension/support for his neck. Then, I started playing with his mind and body. Shortly thereafter, I straddled will’s leather, rubber and rope encased body, squeezing his torso with my stocking-clad thighs, enjoying the rush of power. As I had done such an excellent job of suspending him, I felt confident resting my weight onto his body. The suspension frame and ropes creaked imperceptibly, and there was no release of tension, so I lifted my legs, riding My bound and swinging pet much like a hobby horse. will asked if he may swing us using his strength as well, and I allowed him to. After a few minutes, I lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders, laying back against the ropes and settling into a delightful feeling of power, control, relaxation and joy. will and I conversed for a while, enjoying the feeling of reciprocal power exchange and a strong physical and emotional connection, until I realized that my strong thighs started causing some discomfort to will’s leather bound hands. Unfortunately, our ride would have to come to an end.

Surprisingly, will was in full mummification-style bondage, completely suspended for about a half hour (bearing my weight for almost half the time)! Not only was this testament to my skills, but a feat for will—once again he has proven that “My will” is stronger that the average man’s physical and mental limitations, and in honour of Me, he pushed himself beyond a man’s typical endurance. (Most men have only managed 10 minutes of traditional horizontal suspension in my experience.) Once I undid his ropes, belts and bondage bag, gently lowering him onto the ottoman, I removed the hood and looked into his eyes; will was completely and totally “zoned out” with that exquisite look of subspace bliss that accompanies all of our play sessions. (An equally important match to My feelings of power and happiness!)

As I had some extra time to do some more rope explorations, I allowed will to stretch out for a few minutes, then promptly put him onto the floor mat on his back, and hogtied him as tightly as he could manage. I thought it would be fun to explore free-floating suspension bondage in contrast with restrictive and vulnerable floor bondage. (Often, playing one type of BDSM play off another—complimentary yet opposite type of play—serves to enhance both activities, and raise the endorphins to an even higher level). After a time of nipple, foot and crop play, and I felt that the incredible energy of the session was just now starting to warm down. I undid will’s ropes, and offered him time to compose himself and freshen up before our sumptuous feast of Japanese food. As further evidence of our growing commune through BDSM power exchange, I brought out a surprise of fresh strawberries and pineapple, and will gave an offering of finely-aged imported Dutch cheese; we both brought apres’ dinner surprises, and they were perfectly complimentary, much as our play-time together is. Again, a spectacular night with will in our mutual enjoyment and explorations of BDSM play.

Suspension Session PART ONE (by Ms Zea's will)

An unbelievable activity.

i have been one very lucky submissive over the last several years. In the times spent in play with Ms Zea, Her enthusiasm and skill in guiding me through an amazing variety of activities has opened up my interests in such a wide range of BDSM and Fetish interests, i have learned to follow wherever Ms Zea chooses to lead me.

my first visit many years ago started with my outlining my areas of interest (which by today’s list, was a very limited one for sure). After that first exciting session, Ms Zea has led me to experience such an incredible range of play activities. At the beginning, some of Her suggestions did bring out a degree of nervousness and apprehension. Like when She introduced me to my first needle play and suggested She pierce my nipples. my trust in Her had become complete and that session was so thrilling it still excites me when i remember it. (Now i am a piercing slut, with Ms Zea having advanced me along to multiple needles, in various body parts, within a variety of multiple bondage and discipline scenes. Oh so Good!)

It wasn’t long before i would check in post-session with Ms Zea and start by saying “That’s one of my favourite activities now!” That list of ‘favourite activities’ is now quite long AND varied. And Ms Zea can still suggest new activities that really are thrilling for me.

Last night, She introduced me to the art of Full Body Suspension. W/we had talked about this possibility in the past, starting from the time She suggested that She would love to get me into full suspension (this while i was fully bound and mummified in Her fantastic Sling). She has recently modified her sling frame to accommodate full suspension and i asked Her to consider this activity. And last night, an incredible session took place.

After the prerequisite period of me kneeling unclothed before Her in obedient submission, She started the activity by explaining what i would experience when i was in full suspension, which was important as i had never been fully suspended before. Her description was completely accurate. Her process of explaining this made the experience totally enjoyable. The amount of work She had to do to place me in suspension was in my mind overwhelming. With Her experience and skills though, She whistled through it. She explained at times why things were done a certain way, asked often about pressure points or pinching, changed a part of the rigging to allow for my better balance. Placed on my back on the rubber body sling, fully cocooned in the leather body bag, tightly bound in multiple wide leather straps and then having the numerous attached suspension ropes pulled tightly upwards to the multiple metal rings in the numerous overhead wooden cross beams of the frame, She stood by and asked if i was ready to be fully suspended. i was feeling so amazing being fully encased and bound as i was, i stated i didn’t think i could feel better. Ms Zea chuckled and said “you will My pet” as She snapped off the metal connectors holding the rubber sling in place.

i dropped maybe two inches but the sensation of floating was immediate. It was mind blowing. The hidden fear I had of dropping, of the rigging suddenly breaking and me crashing uncontrollably to the floor slowly melted away as my body acclimatized to the feeling of hanging freely. My mind was awash with excitement, at my helplessness, the feeling of being sheathed head to foot in leather bondage, floating back and forth as Ms Zea walked around my suspended body, checking Her rope work while checking me, in total control of anything and everything that was going to happen to me. Ms Zea placed a soft spandex hood on me, and added some more suspension support for my head. Touching me through the leather body bag, Her contact with me not only added its own rush with Her closeness but She made my body gently move by swinging from the ends of the rigging. i felt I was hanging in this place for Her amusement only. And She was quite adept at taking advantage of my helplessness, ensuring my predicament was constantly changing. Time became a blur as I floated there, never knowing what would happen next.

To further use me as Her toy, Ms Zea then sat across my leather encased suspended body and used me as Her personal swing. In Her pre-session discussion with me about suspension, Ms Zea had covered the need to use my body muscles while suspended, particularly my core muscles to get the maximum out of this experience. Her guidance in this made the experience so enduring. After a length of time, where Ms Zea had relaxed back against the ropes and caused my body to swing gently back and forth underneath Her, She asked if I was doing “OK?”, my answered gushed out “Absolutely”. I wanted to be kept in that position forever. To be used that way by Her was breathtaking for me.

Ms Zea wisely gauged the amount of time of the strain that my unaccustomed body could handle being in held in full suspension. She expertly lowered me and proceeded to untie, unbind and unwrap my blissed out body.

I have never had an experience like that. After standing up, my body started to feel the endorphins that had been released, causing that old familiar twitch of excitement from head to toe.

Ms Zea then placed a full leather mat on the floor, smiled wickedly at me and said “ Now, there is something else I have wanted to do to you for some time. Lay down on your back on the mat!” After I assumed the position She had given me, She proceeded to use ropes to bind first my left wrist to my drawn up left ankle and then repeated the process with my right limbs. My legs were now pulled up, knees close to my chest, legs forced spread open, with me being full immobilized. Hooded, I could only hear Ms Zea as She walked around my hogtied body. i didn’t see the implement being used to trace patterns across my exposed body, only felt what I believed was the cold leather end of a riding crop (quickly becoming a toy of choice at the experienced hands of Ms Zea.) my nipples became hard to the light slapping of the crop against them. I must have levitated off the floor when that same leather slapper made contact with my exposed, shaved ball sack. But heavy punishment wasn’t part of Ms Zea’s plan tonight, She seemed content making me gasp and flinch whenever She made contact with a different part of my body. Asking me the rhetorical question of whether I enjoyed my role as Her plaything, She then used her beautiful stocking covered foot to lightly trample my tender spots and allowing me the chance to smell and worship Her foot through my hood.

Ms Zea started to untie me from that painful rope bondage just as my body started to twitch uncontrollably. She is so good at knowing when my limits have been reached, at times even before I do. During O/our post session unwind, I again recognized how really good Ms Zea was at the activities She chose for O/our playtime. Sitting there i felt the after-effects of those two amazing bondage sessions i had just shared with Her, waves of endorphins surging through me. No discipline this time, just tight bondage and total control over me when happily placed into the hands of such a special Person.

Wow. Another experience added to my list of favourite activities ;)

A Fantasy Story by Ms. Zea's Private Pet will.

A Fantastic Introduction to a Wonderful New Location…


After all my hours of anticipation i found myself standing before Ms. Zea, for the first time in Her new play space. And it really is quite a special setting: a tasteful, classy location that She has decorated with Her own very stylish touch. A most special occasion for me.

And as always, Ms Zea’s chosen wardrobe is a clue as to what role She will play in O/our session. i’m glad She chose to wear Her red satin bustier. Against Her fair skin and the black accoutrements and leather high heels She wore, She made a classic, stunning visual treat in that distinguished setting of Her new Studio.

Ms Zea starts O/our play with me in my customary position of respectful submission to Her authority. Undressed, kneeling in front of Her, eyes lowered and hands clasped behind my back. It still amazes me how easily I can be moved into such a blissful substate by something as simple as the closeness when I’m kneeling before Her, when She fastens the collar that She had made especially for me around my neck and then adds the tantalizing actions of playing with my nipples. It must be because Ms. Zea makes that activity such an intimate, sensual place for me to be that Her power over me becomes so complete. And it works every single time.

i have developed a newfound admiration for the versatility of the sling frame that is a major piece of Her play space equipment and the variety of ways Ms. Zea has utilized it with me. i have spent many heavenly hours bound in the full rubber sling in that frame as I was again Monday, leaving me open to whatever She desired. The actions of Ms Zea first using Her gloved fingers to explore my butt hole and then massaging my prostate had left me feeling so very much in Her control. Her skill and experience in this activity had me riding incredible sensations, closer and closer to but not being allowing over that crashing edge. Her expert manipulation of my bodies’ most sensuous part just kept going on and on. After what seemed like ages, when She started to use a fantastic P spot massager, I continued to float with those amazing sensations as my prostate was expertly milked.

It moved to a different experience when Ms. Zea altered that activity by adding the bite of a pair of vicious tit clamps on my nipples. i would venture to guess that those clamps were the most nasty pair She has used on me to date. Under Her skilful training, She has advanced my ability to endure ever increasing pain. And i do it because it pleases Her that i strive to accept Her play activities fully. With the clamps being secured tightly to the chain overhead, my nipples were painfully tormented by both the swinging motion She intentionally added to the sling and then by Her direct finger play, the pleasure of the prostate milking came at the cost of some severe shooting pain in my tortured nipples. It was clearly a delicious trade that She exacted from me. Always One to mix some pleasure with my punishment, She then displayed the intimate ownership that She holds over me when She shared sips of Her wine from Her lips. It is such an amazing mind space to be so fully dependant on Her, having eagerly turned all control over to Ms Zea.

my whole body still tingles when I think of that play.

That sling activity was so different to what i experienced when Ms Zea then removed me from the sling, had me stand while having my hands cuffed to the overhead spreader bar, legs tightly roped apart to the base of the frame. my nipples remained tortured with those biting alligator clamps but now weights were hung from my leather bound ball sack. It was while i was in that position that Her expert use of Her leather riding crop was clearly demonstrated, with two very round masses of welts forming on those sweet spots that She mentioned She so liked to hit. And the tenderness of my inner thighs to that cropping definitely provided some intense pain play without any great amount the exertion by Ms Zea. Her targeting of the weights on my now painfully stretched ball sack with Her crop added to the variety and intensity of the punishment I was being subjected to.

Her use of the black leather riding crop is so very much in a Lady or Governess of the House style, it being a graceful delicate looking instrument that can produce some immediate painful results. It complimented so well the attractive red silk bustier and the Her new classy surroundings. Like I mentioned in session (after asking and receiving permission to speak), the sight of Her hand on the black leather handle of the crop when using it was so erotic. I was mesmerized by Her actions with it. Plus Her frequent attention to my clamped nipples with the business end of the crop had me swaying from pain to pain. So much very intense stimulation, all over.

Ms Zea continued to build to that incredible session. She removed my arms from the overhead bar, then added the element of my arms now fastened together behind my back and then hoisted upwards with the frame pulley, in an application of strappado. With my head forced downwards, my backside was now more exposed to Her discipline. And the weights hung from my bound nut sack continued to provide a target for Her ridding cropping, to my continued mix of pain and pleasure. The application of the crop to a dozen vulnerable spots while i was positioned this way had me drifting along in continued painful bliss.

Then the previous amazing time of prostate milking was replaced by the forceful use of Her exquisite Red Strap-On, taking me hard and fully. my still secured arms had been lowered just enough to allow me to be bent over and on to the executioners table which She had moved into position within the frame. With Her hand reaching up and pulling back on my leather collar, Ms Zea proceeded to ride me, harder and deeper than ever before. i have never felt more like Her plaything, so totally Hers.

The mental and physical difference of that activity from my time in the sling was amazing. Two completely different feelings based on activity in one body location. The first was intimate and almost serene. The later activity, more raw, so out of my control, completely at Her mercy. And when, with Her Red Phallus still inside me, She leaned down against me, the feeling of the contact Her skin made with my back had the effect of making me surface mentally from one mind place, to identify and enjoy the contact with Her against my back, only to then lose it when She straightened and then have me fall back into the mindset of being taken again. Such an unbelievable range of physical and emotional feelings.

Ms. Zea had me firing on so many levels and still just kept me from massive sensory overload. That was without doubt, the most out of my control body and mind experience Ms Zea has led me through.

Then, being as thoughtful and caring as She is, i was allowed the chance to orally worship Her stocking encased toes while laying at Her feet. Fully enjoying the pleasures She had granted me in an incredible session. Then, She granted me even more pleasure by allowing me to touch myself while she softly whispered of a sensuous bathtub scenario that I had previously spoken of to Her...(but, that is another fantasy story!)

A Very Successful Scrotal Inflation Treatment (Submitted in Honour of Dr Zea).

Hello Doctor Zea-

Just wanted to send you a quick follow up after our visit.

As prescribed by you on Monday night, (in addition to the self-stimulation I engaged in immediately after the scrotal injection), I ejaculated frequently after our visit including twice yet (again) on Monday night, once with a beautiful masseuse on the way home who was very impressed by my large scrotum and rock hard erection that I achieved not long after our visit. I also masturbated after I got home that evening with a very impressive erection once again.

I masturbated 3 times each of the next 2 days as well. By Wednesday evening, my testicles were back to basically their normal size so it took approximately 2 days for everything to be reabsorbed...I actually am missing my inflated scrotum and 'chubby' penis shaft at this point!! I wonder if the frequent ejaculation sped the process of re-absorbing the saline?

As an aside, one very interesting side-effect that seemed to occur was that I would continuously become erect (and as with when I saw you, the erections were very full and hard) while sitting down, whether in the car or at the office...almost every time, which I'm thinking must have been due to the additional mass and therefore pressure down there...it was really amazing and had never happened before like that. In addition, my morning erections were just rock hard, even more than normal.

Anyway, all (unfortunately!!!) seems to be back to normal now, but the medical tests did seem to be a success.

Thanks very much for the wonderul visit and I look forward to seeing the photos taken and to our next visit. I look forward to thoughts you may have on further recommendations for testing, additional saline dosages (if deemed appropriate), etc. Of course, I'd also be willing to be used as training for other students at your medical facility if you feel this would be beneficial.

All the best.

Feedback from The Session with My New Photo Subject

Hello Ms Zea,

As nice as the pics turned out, I believe they barely scratch the surface of how hot the entire surroundings were the other night. The harsh flash on the camera, and the lack of sound, movement, or context dilute the photos from what I cherish as a beautiful overnight session between two people turned on by everything they were sharing and doing with each other (or is it "to" each other?).

Anyway, I was very pleased that my confidence in you was total and only took a very short time for me to reach that point. As such, I was able to quickly relax and not waste a bunch of time fretting over things that I quickly did learn were not to be of concern to me. I was mostly able to let myself give in to you, although, I know, I forgot to breath a couple dozen times but I did get better! (you are a fine teacher as well obviously).






I feel a little bad that I'm not able to take more physical abuse, but that's just me and I suppose if there's a bright side, it makes me an easy target for someone like you. lol. Although both my nipples are a very dark purple and still have a dull ache a day and half later so there was some harder stuff, wasn't there??

I think my insatiable appetite to be in bondage overrides most, if not all, my other kinks. My time spread in the steel irons on the bondage bench for hours was so incredible for me. I was living a dream being locked in position waiting for you to use me. The seemingly endless time forced into that position allowed my mind to eventually go into a place where I was a sexual prisoner.

As a result, when you eventually entered the room, and started putting clothes pegs on my genitals, flicking at the pegs, cropping the pegs, pulling them off, and tying up my genitals in a leather chord, I was for the first time in my life genuinely begging and craving for my cock and balls to be abused harder and longer. Up until that point, I have always begged for the torture to ease off or stop asap.

You took me to a point I had never been, I wanted/needed it harder and longer. I was a lustful animal begging to have my most sensitive body part cropped and slapped until cum came out of it. That would have been so embarrassing to cum as a result of a genital cropping alone, no other physical stimulation. Obviously it did not get to that point, but that is where I accepted in my mind I would have been prepared to go. I'm not sure if a man can cum purely from a cropping and no other stimulation but I was willing to be taken there if that were to be my fait at that moment.

Ah yes, my mind and body are still very healthy, and thanks for asking. A warm glow in both, actually.

I am humbled to read you found the other night "the most enjoyable". I do not know what to say other than....Thank You!! It was a true pleasure playing with you. Your creativity, thoughtfulness (sorry, I know you're supposed to be a mean dominant bitch...but you are actually (also) quite thoughtful and sweet, I won't tell anyone. lol) and similar interests made it very special.

I won't bug you again about being your subject in photos, as I don't want to be a pest. But the offer stands as long as I'm available and if you know of anyone else who is looking for a subject for their fetish or scene photos, please feel free to pass along my email info as I quite enjoy being on display. :)

Oh boy, it's 2:30am. How did that happen? I have to be up at 6. Staying up all night with you is going to mess with my sleep patterns the entire upcoming week. I'll be a happy mess though.

Cheers,
j

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Session with Ms Zea, Thank You, July 27th

Good evening Ms Zea,

i wasn't going to let such a great meeting get by with only a quick txt to say thanks. This message has been passed along by me many times now and i sure don't want it to be received as just the usual. Because i truly mean it. i have to say that O/our time together Monday afternoon was so really special for me.

You provided a session that introduced somethings new as well as somethings previously experienced and when combined they were just so amazing. i rode that high for some time on Monday. The chance to play with the new bondage straps was fun. i'm glad You are willing to take the opportunity to experiment with me with new activities and new toys. Being bound in the harness did provide some unique opportunities to be subjected to Your whims. And i definitely love being Your toy.

i had missed seeing You through the past 4 weeks. So i was really looking forward to O/our meeting Monday afternoon. Your sensual warm-up did it's usual superb job of placing me firmly in my oh so wonderful subspace. When You masked me with panties while i was bound on the table in the harness, You showed me again how much You can enjoy the excitement of O/our play time. Wrapping my torso in saran wrap was a deviantly creative way of making me feel totally surrendered to Your will. Then when You pierced my nipples while you pinned me down with your body, the waves of bliss were so overpowering. You again had my body and mind floating oh so high. i couldn't have been happier. i hope i didn't overstep the boundaries too much with my hands brushing the tops of Your stockings. In all fairness, initially with my hands pinioned to my sides i couldn't keep from touching Your stockings.

And i do appreciate how special that play and the subsequent golden shower was. I'm happy You feel comfortable in sharing those activities with me. I still feel so pleased remembering how exciting it was for me. O/our time has provided me with so much growth in enjoying my submission to You. In the past, being blindfolded was something i didn't prefer. (Hard to blame me when the visual being presented is so incredibly attractive.) But i have learned to enjoy Your decisions to blindfold me as both eagerly accepting Your choices of that activity and with my being happy to allow my other senses the chance to take over and provide me with stimulus, like smell, hearing and touch. It really is an amazing time.

Again thank You Ms Zea. Stay well until W/w can meet again Ms Zea, your will.

Ms Zea's Will (written by Her jim)

We drove in silence as Ms. Zea worked away on Her PDA. It had been a rather unusual start for Saturday evening. i was summoned over to Her place, with only basic instructions. i kept my genitals shaved at all times but i was instructed to shave my chest as well before coming over. And i was to wear my leather g-string. No other explanation was given. Not that Ms. Zea ever needed to provide one.

At Her place i was led into the entry room. Looking at Ms. Zea, my excitement level skyrocketed. She stood before me, dressed in Her over-the-knee riding boots, black leather jacket, short red leather gloves and holding my leather collar. Looking very much like She meant business and so incredibly attractive. As i knelt before Her, Ms. Zea fastened the collar around my neck. Out of all of our shared activities, this is by far the most meaningful for me. No matter how many times Ms. Zea places that collar on me, She always takes a moment to feel it on my neck, gently stroking the soft leather or grabbing the ring at the front and gently tugging on it so I can connect with my status as Her collared toy. It really moves me to my sub place so very quickly.

And now, as i parked in front of the address i had been given, i could see it was a Tattoo and Piercing Salon. It appeared closed from the outside but the door swung open just as we walked up to it. The Person standing in the doorway was a well known Domina and an experienced body piercer here in the city. Ms.X. was also a very good friend of Ms. Zea. We were led through the darkened shop to a room in the back, fitted out with a full reclining salon chair and a table with a variety of piercing implements. It was then that Ms. Zea introduced me to Ms.X. as Her toy and then instructed me to remove my outer clothes. My heart was racing as i surveyed my situation. Standing before these two amazing Women in this piercing salon in only a leather g-string. Clearly this was going to be another test of my total surrender to MsZea. Once again, She had me reeling with amazing levels of apprehension and excitement, all rolled into one.

i was directed by Ms.X. to sit in the salon chair, which was set at a full recline. She fastened my ankles with the leather cuffs attached at the bottom end of the chair, then secured my left wrist with the leather cuff on the arm rest. A larger strap was tightened across my waist. She then brought around from one side of the padded headrest a face harness with an attached ball gag, which She forced into my mouth. When Ms.X. fastened the harness to the other side of the headrest, it gripped my head securely into the head rest, the restraint so complete that i was unable to move my head or body. With difficulty, i could only try to see around the room with the limited movement of my eyeballs.

Ms.X. brought over a pen and clipboard to my right hand and told me to sign the form. As i frantically tried to look for Ms. Zea, she was sitting on a chair at the side of my prone body, where she smiled wickedly and said "your parts are mine to do with what I please, Yes?" Understanding now that Her earlier order to shave my chest meant pierced nipples, i resignedly put my signature on the form. The pen was taken from my hand and Ms.X. then cuffed my right wrist to the armrest. Being gagged and securely strapped down to the chair the way i was, my wishes no longer mattered. In truth, the prospect of having my nipples pierced by such an attractive Dominatrix was exciting; having them done on the express orders of Ms Zea was thrilling. Despite my apprehensions, this was becoming an amazing turn on.

Ms. Zea idly played with my exposed nipples as Ms.X. brought over the tray of piercing supplies. She proceeded to disinfect one nipple area, placed the piercing needle against the side of the nipple and slowly pushed the needle through. i have had temporary piercings by Ms. Zea before but this pain was at a different level. Straining against the straps holding me in place and yelling out in pain behind the ball gag brought a chuckle from both Women. "Like that, do you?" Ms.X. said with a grin as She put the ring in place. Ms. Zea leaned over my immobilized face and said "For the next one, I don't want to hear another word." With that She gave my un-pierced nipple one more hard tweak. She changed sides with Ms.X. who proceeded to clean, then pierce my second nipple. i'm sure Ms.X. pushed that needle through even more slowly this time, as Her eyes seemed to sparkle and She gave me a sly grin. As for me, i rocked against my unyielding restraints again but bit down into the rubber ball clamped in my mouth. No words were issued, only some pitiful moaning. They both laughed and Ms. Zea leaned over and placed a light kiss on my forehead, telling me how good my nipples now looked as Ms.X. snapped the second ring in place. She cleaned up both of my newly pierced, throbbing nipples and then offered a glass of wine to Ms. Zea.

As the pain turned to a dull ache,i began to get incredibly aroused. Being pierced because Ms. Zea wanted it done was really an amazing turn on. i had hoped they would be removing the straps so i could get up off the chair, though they clearly were in no rush to do that. After Ms. Zea finished Her glass of wine, She reached over and unsnapped the cover off the front of my g-string. My penis sprung out and up, showing the new level of arousal i was feeling. Ms.X. looked at me, then over to Ms. Zea and asked " Do You think THAT is ready for some attention now?"At first i wasn't sure what kind of attention She was referring to but i started to understand why Ms. Zea had me wear the g-string and why i was bound onto this chair the way i was.

My fears became realized as Ms.X. started to disinfect my penis, paying particular attention to the head and opening. As i flinched with the stinging of the alcohol, She laughed and said "As you liked your nipples being done so much, you will just love this." Again i strained my eyes to the where Ms. Zea was standing, trying to make eye contact. She reached over, stroked my cheek and said "The nipples were for you pet, the Prince Albert is for me!" i have had some temporary piercing done by Ms. Zea on both the shaft and head of my penis. It hurt but was definitely tolerable. The pain i felt as Ms.X. pierced through the head of my penis with the larger needle was agonizing. It was a stabbing, burning pain that produced tears and bursting stars in front of my clenched eyes. My body bounced against the leather restraints, which held me fast. The gag barely contained my tortured moaning. When She inserted the ring, the pain increased and continued for what seemed like forever.

When I stopped struggling and opened my eyes, Ms. Zea was leaning over my face. She smiled sweetly at me, tugging gently but firmly on the ring at the front of my collar and said: "What do you say." As i looked up at Her, i felt the pain in my piercings change slowly into an incredibly erotic feeling, an amazing sub place and then i came to understand precisely why She had me pierced. How this very control that She exercised over me made my heart race and my knees grow weak. The fact She knew what buttons to push within me made me long to remain Her pet. i unclenched my teeth, took a deep breath and from behind the ball gag said "Thank You Ma'am, so much."