Myra's BDSM session on nov 13 2010

Myra's BDSM session on nov 13 2010

Friday November 5 my Master called me to keep Saturday November 13 free because he had a special treatment for me. He didn't say what it was and only told me to be ready by 3 pm and the session would last until deep in the night. I had to be naked, only wearing my long coat and heels at my feet as usual. The coat and the shoes were only for the transfer from my house to the car. The session would last until deep in the night.

This Master is experienced and, just like me, into very hard and cruel torture, very deep humiliation, water sports, rape play, group sex, gangbangs, tight and painful bondage, ect. I've had many of these sessions with Him before and trust this Master completely. I gave him carte blance, no limits and no mercy. I don’t want stop words and want him to be able to do to me everything he wants. No matter if I like it or not, my only wish is to please Him in every way. He’s allowed to administer every torture, no matter how painful to me unless the wounds inflicted by it would heal completely in the weeks after without leaving a single trace and without the need of surgical operation. He knew exactly what he could and could not do without damaging my body permanently, also considering my age. I’m 46 and my body isn’t that flexible anymore as when I was 18 and that puts some limits on the bondage.

I had a tough session with this Master on October 31 and my wounds would be just healed by the time it was November 13th. I didn’t have a clue what he has in store for me but I had an idea. Because he’s also into public torture and because I gave him a fictional snuff story about a horrible bdsm snuff convention that I got from the internet it might be something similar. The thought alone made my pussy wet. It wasn’t the first time he took a slave girl to one of those conventions. He never told me details about what was going on there because it would not surprise me if he already planned to take me also in the future months ago. These conventions were private and on invite only for people that could afford it. Because the entrance fee was very high. I’ve heard that even people from other countries visited this convention.

It’s now the workweek before the 13th and I’m feeling a mixture of fear and enormous sexual arousement. Because I know there’s going to be brutal and cruel torture making me suffer very bad but also huge sexual enjoyment such as humiliations, orgies and rape play. He always makes sure I’m totally exhausted and satisfied sexually afterwards. But the tension is high now anticipating next Saturday. There isn’t a single moment I’m not even slightly thinking about it. Well, there’s not much to say right now at this time and I’ll write on after it all happened about what happened to me on the 13th……

Saturday November 13th

Oke, it’s now Sunday the 14th and I’m going to write what happened to me yesterday. I got up early yesterday to have a shower and to put makeup on but stayed naked as my Master requested. I put all the stuff away and lowered myself on my knees as the clock almost reached 3 pm.

Exactly on time, as always, the Mercedes of my Master appeared in front of my house. I put on my coat over my naked body, went outside and locked the door and walked up to the car. Two other men sat in the car forcing me to sit on the backseat. I never saw the other two men. The car started rolling and as soon as we were out of my street my Master ordered me to open my coat en open my legs to show my pussy. The two men looked at my naked body, then looked at each other and licked their lips. The car stopped at an empty parking lot, only a van was parked there. “Close your coat and get out” The Master ordered. We walked up to the van and one of the two strangers opened the backdoor. My Master, one of the strangers and me got in through the backside. The other one must be the driver I thought. Directly after they closed the door I had to pull off my coat and my shoes. They forced me on the floor. They put leather ballet shoes at my feet and locked them with a padlock. I was forced to stand on my feet again and had to hold my wrists together in front of me to be cuffed. The shoes forced my feet way down painfully and forced me to stand on the tip of my toes. The ballet shoes hurt badly but I bite my teeth and tried to keep my balance. The van had no windows and only a small light lid the loading area. They cuffed my wrists and tied my arms to the ceiling and applied a chain between my feet so I could not make big steps. They blindfolded me and felt how a piece of cloth was forced deep in my mouth which was taped tightly around my head. I heard someone bang against the inner wall of the van that separated the loading area and the driver, indicating the driver could go. The movements of the van, driving through corners and over speed pumps almost make me fall over every time because I could not make big steps due to the chain between my feet. The movements of the van made me stumble and the ballet shoes hurt my feet very much because of the uncontrolled way of trying to keep my balance.

“Nice whore you have there John” she heard the stranger say. “Yes, she’s a fucking whore indeed. The bitch needs to be punished and raped” my master replied. “She’s a good fuck, her holes are still tight even though she is 46 years of age and she’s eager to please” my Master continued. “A real pain and lust slave whore to her core. That wet cunt has been fucked my many men already and she never gets enough of it like a good slut.” Then I heard the stranger grin and he squeezed my tits and fondled with my pussy. “Yes, the slut is soaking wet already. She’s such a filthy whore. We need more women to be like that so we can abused their fuck holes for our pleasure” The way the two men were talking about me was humiliating, as if I was nothing more than a piece of fuck and torture meat. I felt more hands grabbing my tits and invading my ass and pussy and the men laughed. Suddenly plugs were put in my ears, muffling the sounds and making it almost impossible to hear what say said. I only heard vague noises. Blinded, bound, gagged, not able to hear well and the sometimes wild movement of the van making me having even more trouble to keep my balance and had no clue where we were and how long we’ve been on the way. I lost sense of time and direction and let myself dwell in the unknown. The trip lasted and lasted. The pain in my feet was bearable now because the van didn’t make wild movements anymore. We most be driving on the free way or something. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other to relieve the pain. After a very long time the van started to move more and more until it became very bad. We must me driving on a bad farm road or something. I moaned from the pain in my poor feet.

Arriving

Suddenly the van stopped and I felt cold air when the backdoor opened again. Vaguely I heard noises, people talking, cars driving over what seemed to be a parking lot covered with small stones. My arms were unlocked from the ceiling and I was led outside, still blinded and naked. I wobbled on my shoes. I had never wore shoes like that and the chain between them didn’t make it any easier. The three men guided me into a building were it was warm. The cold air outside had made goose bumps on my skin and my nipples hard. Now my skin tinkled from the warm air. The noises of talking people was louder here but I still couldn’t make up any words. They led me further into the building and locked my arms above my head again. Then the earplugs and the blindfold were taken off and it took a few seconds for my eyes to get used to the light. Not that it was dark, in fact it was quite dark in the room, but still. The room wasn’t big and to her right another naked woman was tied with her wrists to the ceiling just like me. She also was naked and looked a bit younger then me with a tight and slim figure. She also had those painful ballet shoes at her feet and her face showed her discomfort. Her breasts were a bit bigger then mine and they were slightly hanging. Her moist inner pussy lips hanged out a bit, indicating her arousal. She looked at me and said hi. I said hi back and told her my name. “I’m Sandra” she said. “You know where we are?” I asked her. “In a big shed at a farm in southern Limburg (a province in the very south of the Netherlands). The shed is used for swinger parties, orgies, bdsm shows, and so on” She said. “Have you been her before?” I asked. “Yes, on several occasions. I’m also a swinger, my husband and I come here on swinger parties on a regular basis. But I’m also a pain and lust slave. My husband is my Master.” She said. She took a deep breathe and continued: “Right now it’s the monthly torture night. That you’re here in this room means you must love cruel and harsh torture too. Cause women on the stage are all tortured hard to entertain the rich and perverted men and women. They pay a lot of money to see women tortured harder then in “normal” bdsm clubs. It’s an exclusive club where it’s hard to get into as a member. Two or three slave girls are tortured during these events and there’s always orgies and sexual depravity. The most pervert, dirty, and harsh sex you’ll ever see.”

She suddenly stopped talking after hearing a noise at the other side of the door. But the door didn’t open and the noise reduced again to the vague rumble of lot’s of people talking and walking behind the door. “I never heard of this place and my Master didn’t tell me where we were going” I said while I was admiring her curves. Sandra said nothing, her eyes were going over my naked body. It was silent for a while but then Sandra looked up to me and said: “You look good and sexy. I’m glad it wasn’t the woman from last time. She was fat and ugly, she disgusted me. I’m mean, I’m 100% bisexual and it doesn’t matter how someone looks like but geez…. She was….” She didn’t finish her sentence. “Thank you, you look very yammy too.” I said while my eyes glided over her luscious curves again. “thx” she replied and smiled at me. I once again shifted my weight from one foot to the other. “Damn painful, huh? These shoes.” I just nodded and tried not to feel the pain in my toes. “Only real sadists and depraved masochist pain sluts come here to indulge themselves into all kinds of sexual atrocities. You’re going to be totally exhausted at the end.” Sandra said. “It’s going to take a while before they’re going to get us. First there’s a feast with lots of food and drinks, mainly for the Masters and Mistresses. Lot’s of them also brought their slaves. Most of them will be quite drunk when we’re entering the stage.” I lifted both my feet off the floor for a moment to get some relieve only causing pain in my shoulders and wrists when my full weight hanged from them. I groaned in discomfort. “I’m hungry” I said when I realized it must be hours ago since I last ate something. “Don’t worry, you’ll get something soon” Sandra said. I startled at the sound of the door opening. My master and another man walked into the room. “So, are you both comfy?” My Master sneered sarcastically while he unlocked my wrist cuffs from the hook in the ceiling. The other man was obviously Sandra’s husband and Master. Master put a collar round my neck and forced me on my knees. He unlocked my wrist cuffs and locked them together behind my back and attached a short chain to the front of my collar. He attached the other end of the chain to a d-ring in the floor forcing my head close to the floor. I felt a cold metal hook being forced in my ass. I looked back and saw my Master attached a chain to it and clicked it into the hook in the ceiling forcing my ass in the air. Sandra got chained in the same position.

“Look at our sluts, how they present their fuck holes.” My Master said while slapping me hard on my ass cheek. Sandra’s husband grinned and they both left the room. “We’re going to get something to eat now I guess.” Sandra said. I nodded. “Looks like have to eat it like dogs.” I reacted. “Yes, sure looks like it.” Sandra said. I was glad to have my body weight off my feet for a while. My feet were still forced painfully backwards but the pain in my toes was killing me. Then the door opened and two gagged female slaves crawled in on their hands and knees. They both had a head harness on their head on which a plate was mounted. On the plate was a bowl with food and the room filled with the aroma of Italian food. The slaves lowered their heads and put their plates underneath our faces. “Sluts, crab the bowls with your teeth and drag it on the floor!” A male voice said. We obeyed. At the same time I had my teeth on the edge of the bowl the slave pulled back, letting the bowl slide on the floor. “Enjoy dinner, sluts” the voice said again. The slaves left and the door was closed again. Right under our head was a damping bowl of macaroni. Hungry as I was I pushed my tongue in it and ate it like a dog. I devoured the food to fill my rumbling tummy. “God, you’re really hungry aren’t you?” Sandra said while looking at me. “I nodded with my mouth full of pasta. After a while we both finished our bowls. Shortly afterwards the two slave girls came back and we were ordered to put the bowls back on plateau’s that were mounted on the girls’ head harnesses, which wasn’t very easy without the use of our hands. But with a lot of trouble I managed to get the bowl on the slave girls plateau. It was hard to get my teeth to have enough grip on the bowl to lift it just enough to get the bottom on the plateau. The girls backed up, their breasts wobbling with every move. They were young, in their 20’s I thought. I looked at the firm young ass of one of the girls disappearing through the door opening. They didn’t untie us and left us tied like this for a while. “How old are you?” Sandra asked. “I’m 46, and you?” I replied. “I’m 32” she said. I once again admired her beautiful body. She threw her head back in a swift move to throw her long blonde hear to the other side of her head. “You don’t mind doing it with an older woman?” I asked. “Ooh, not at all. I love all ages, except miners. That’s my limit. From 18 to eehhm, what ever. men and women.” She said. I nodded. “Same here.”

Suddenly the door opened again and my Master and Sandra’s hubby walked in together with the two young slave girls. “So, you two get acquainted with each other, huh?” My Master said and we both nodded. “Untie these whores!” My Master ordered and the two slave girls rushed to obey the order. We were put on our feet again and were guided out of the room into a small hallway. The noise of the crowd was louder here and it was clear everyone had a good time. We were led into a big bathroom. We were allowed to relieve our bladders and bowels and then tied to the shower area. The two slave girls, now also totally naked, gave us an enema to clean our insides and washed us thoroughly under the shower. They blow-dried our hear, put makeup on our faces and sprayed us with perfume. All the time nobody spoke a single word. After this we ...


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