Cocks, Kicks and Over-the-Knee Socks

Aug 9, 2015

SOME of the subbies who come to visit me are seeking a session of gentle domination, sensuous sadism and perhaps a clinical examination of their private parts by a sexy dominatrix nurse whilst they remain strapped to the medical bench in my purpose built and perfectly-equipped clinic: OTHERS want their Mistress to give them a much tougher time and really let my true sadistic nature come to the fore!

That was the case this week with a slave who begged me to mis-treat him thoroughly and teach him the true meaning of subservience and submission. I was only too happy to oblige and so decided that this was going to be a session which alternated between totally stretching his arse open and properly punishing his tender bollocks in a way that he was not likely to forget in a hurry. Of course, being the kind and caring Mistress that I am, I took my time and worked up slowly and steadily from mild discomfort to more serious pain... and finally to eye-watering gasps.

The first strap-on cock that I fastened around my waist and thighs was relatively small and my thrusts in and out of his arsehole were firm but not too violent. I could tell from his whimpers that he was able to accommodate the intrusion into his rectum without too much trouble and that the end of my cock stroking against his prostate was exciting his most disgusting and lustful urges. That meant that it was time to secure him tightly in my suspension room and aim some carefully-placed kicks at his balls. I was kind enough to take off my heavy-leather, thigh-high boots for the occasion, which which gave him the treat of being kicked by me in my fetching over-the-knee socks; almost skin-on-skin as my feet impacted upon his tormented balls.

As many of you know, your Mistress loves symmetry and so I was keen to alternate each of the ten kicks from my right leg with ten kicks from my left leg, taking care to ensure that each kick was equally powerful and produced equal moans of pain from my sub's lips. The fun of that first kicking session was soon over and it would have been remiss of me not to firmly squeeze and roll each of his testicles in the grip of my fingers to test out what effect the kicking was having. Then it was time to up the ante and take my slave upstairs to get him strapped down over the whipping bench in a position that left him open and vulnerable to more of the same attentions.

We graduated to bigger and bigger size strap-ons pounding into his rear, and interspersed each thorough arse-fucking with heavier and heavier kicks to the swollen balls now dangling down between his legs. I was having so much fun that the time flew by and, although I would have been happy to pump and kick away all day, it was all too soon time to release the wretch from his bondage, mop up his tears of gratitude and send him on his way. Was it my imagination, or was he just a little bow legged as he thanked me profusely and walked down the stairs to freedom?  

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