A Dash of Psycho (F/M)

[FearHaven]

A true story, told from my perspective.

This time she pushed me further than ever before. There is definitely a sadist in her that has yet to fully blossom, and in some ways it both scares and excites me.

Our session started late on a Saturday night as usual. She walked over to my side of the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the mattress, as I stood in front of her.

"Take off your shirt and kneel before me," she ordered.

And so I did, after removing my shirt I kneeled on the floor before her. She then pulled my head towards her lap and proceeded to give me head scratches, as I knelt there taking in her lovely scent.

Head scratches are something that I love. They help me get in to a submissive mind frame and are highly affectionate for me. You could say that my love language is very much based on touch.

After scratching behind my ears for a while she ordered me to stand up and strip my pants off. So I did.

"Stand with your legs apart," she demanded.

I stood with them far apart like she wanted, and before I knew it she had flattened my cock and balls with a tight layer of cling film. She then wrapped several more layers of cling film around my waist, passing each time over my crotch as well.

The end result was more or less a 'diaper' made of plastic, and it was super restricting too. Then she walks towards me, grabbing my hair violently and throwing me on to the bed in a show of force.

"I'm not fucking around tonight," she said as I lay face down on the mattress, awaiting her next move.

"Lets get your punishment out of the way first," she said as she grabbed out the rattan cane and started to beat my ass with it.

I was being punished for forgetting to wear a diaper the night before. We have a strict routine that needs to be followed each week, and being switches, if one of us forgets this routine during our sub week its grounds for punishment.

She started with a series of quick moving taps on my ass before striking me harder and harder in between the tapping. I never knew when a hard strike was about to be delivered, though in the end I think I counted about 13 or more.

It was a fitting punishment, as I'm not the worlds greatest masochist.

When the caning stopped, I could feel something sharp being dragged down my back and across my legs. It was the bear claws (traditionally used for tearing meat apart).

Just like the cane, she started scratching me gently at first, and then harder and harder until I was sure she would be leaving huge claw marks down my back. This was not the case however.

Towards the end of her using the bear claw, she jammed it in my crotch, and despite having my dick wrapped in cling film I could still feel the pointy claw as it almost penetrated the plastic. She did this repeatedly and I yelped each and every time in fear that she would puncture my genitals.

Eventually she put down the bear claw and I breathed a sigh of relief. However I was mistaken to think that she had finished with me.

She then took a permanent marker and wrote "Mistress Violet owns me" on the back of my left leg, to let the internet know who I belong to.

After that, Mistress grabbed out a stainless steel serrated blade and began cutting me with it, over the backs of my legs, over my caning welts. I yelped again with each slice of the blade that tore its way through my bare skin.

When she was done she said, "Roll on to your side."

Again I did what I was told, and she grabbed both of my nipples and started rubbing them in a bid to tease me. It worked too, it always works, and in no time I was getting seriously aroused. As a result I could feel my dick trying to get hard against the tight plastic film, but it was to no avail.

"Do you like having your dick wrapped up and restricted?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied.

"Good, now lay on your back in the middle of the bed and spread your limbs apart, as far as they can go."

"Yes Mistress," I said as I moved into position, spreading my legs and arms apart in a spread eagle position.

Mistress then proceeded to place the red cuffs on my wrists and ankles, before tying them to either side of the bed with our pink yoga straps. (Never intended for use with yoga of course, they just make excellent bondage straps).

Once the straps were nice and tight, she climbed on top of me and started teasing my nipples once more.

"I suppose we better get these hard before applying the clove oil," she said.

Clove oil... shit I didn't think she would do that tonight, I thought to myself as I realized what she was intending to do.

The idea was that clove oil might numb the nipples. Which would make wearing hard nipple clamps more bearable for longer periods. However we were wrong to assume that.

After rubbing the clove oil all over my nipples she asked "Are they numb yet?"

"No Mistress," I replied

"Well that's too bad then," she said right before attaching clover clamps to both of my nipples.

I could feel the pain from the clamps immediately, as they are a strong clamp with a vice like grip.

"Maybe next time I should have you standing and put weights on these."

"Yes Mistress," I replied, not wanting to argue with her.

"Right, I'm going out for a cigarette while you lay here and suffer."

"Nooo."

"Mhm, bye," she said as she climbed off the bed and exited the room, walking outside for her cigarette, and shutting the glass door behind her.

There was no way I could get these clamps off my nipples now. She can't hear me from outside and god knows how long she will be out there. In our previous test I could only bare the clamps for 2 minutes maximum, and I knew she took longer than that to have a cigarette. Sometimes she has more than one, and the thought of this frightened me.

Fuck she's really pushing me tonight, I thought as I laid there in agony, tapping my foot and clenching my fists from the pain.

I started counting not long after she left me. This was to help keep my mind distracted and keep track of the time that had passed.

Despite my counting and wriggling around the pain only seemed to grow worse and worse until it was almost intolerable. After about 5 minutes she returned to the bedroom and climbed on top of me once again.

Thank god, I thought to myself, assuming she would remove them right away.

I was dead wrong however. She just smiled at me and started pulling on the clamps, which hurt like fucking hell.

"Are they sore?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress," I said.

"Are they unbearable though?"

"Not quite, they're very sore, and borderline unbearable, but not totally just yet."

"Good," she said, as she left the room once more to go to the toilet. After she left I started counting again, and very quickly they became unbearable.

Thankfully she returned only 2 minutes later and removed them. I let out a small scream as she took them off my battered and bruised nipples.

"Oh thank god," I said out loud.

Mistress just smiled at me and proceeded to rub them in an effort to tease me. They really hurt at first, but soon enough the sensation returned to being pleasurable and once again I could feel my dick trying desperately to get hard under the cling film.

"I'm going to leave you here all night," she said as she started rubbing my flattened crotch.

"I'm going to leave you here and just tease the shit out of you whenever I like," she continued to tell me.

Next thing I knew she was reaching for the magic wand, and she pressed it against my crotch firmly before asking "Do you want an orgasm?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Do you think you deserve an orgasm?"

"Yes Mistress."

"And what will you do for me in return Little Wolf?"

"I'm not sure yet Mistress."

"Hmm how about cleaning the entire house from top to bottom?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good boy."

She then turned on the wand and continued to hold it firmly against my crotch. My dick was pressing hard against the plastic in an effort to become erect once again, but it could not.

It didn't matter, because she started choking me, and after just a few minutes of good vibrations from the wand I ended up having an explosive orgasm.

I can tell you right now that It single handedly made up for all of her sadism that came before it. There's nothing like the power of the wand.

All in all, I wasn't expecting Mistress to get so serious on that night. I wasn't expecting to be caned, have my legs cut up, my dick stabbed at, and my nipples tortured. But if I could do it all again I probably would.

Why?... Because I'm a sucker for being forced.

She owns me, and she knows it.