The Spunk Pool

Oct 27, 2014

Sometimes an intense sexual distraction is required to get the best performance from a slave who wants his limits for pain and discomfort to be tested to the max in my Hanwell dungeon. That was the case this week when one of my subbies was due to undergo a lengthy CP ordeal with a large selection of crops, floggers, canes and even some of my latest and most effective whips. Even though my slave was, of course, suspended by his arms and fully restrained in my suspension room, I could sense that he was quickly approaching his limits as I worked my way through increasingly interesting blows across his upper back and his backside, suitably exposed through the rubber outfit I had selected for him to wear. It was time to introduce a new sensation into the growing levels of pain in order that he did not wimp out on his own desires by using his safeword to stop his own fun. When he had arrived earlier, the slave had been met with written instructions from me to proceed alone to the upstairs dungeon, get himself suitably attired in rubber and then select five instruments from my vast range of CP devices, before hooding and blindfolding himself in preparation for my arrival. I had been particularly insistent that he must ensure that he could not see at all, so that he did not spoil the surprise I was planning for later in the afternoon. Thus, in complete darkness, he was then strung up in the suspension room as I set about using his selection of crops and canes, plus a few more stinging additions of my own. I believe in giving some of my slaves free will to decide upon their own types of punishments but in this, as in all things, Mistress naturally always knows best. As the session continued and my right arm got into a smooth whipping action, his body language and his moans showed me that limits were being approached, I deployed a new approach so as not to spoil his fun, or, more importantly, my fun. I had previously been mis-treating another one of my male slaves in the dungeon and had decided that he had earned the right to enjoy a little filth and humiliation as a reward for his abject submission to my commands. I duly summonsed this wretch to the suspension room to add some forced-bisexual fun to the mix. Now, the real beauty of this situation is that both men are firmly heterosexual and so both the new-introduced slave who was forced to suck cock at my command, and my CP sub, who was being sucked, found the experience humiliating and degrading all round. The true mental torment for them (and thus the real pleasure for me) was that they could not help themselves being aroused by what was happening. With his cock now growing harder in another man’s busy mouth, my CP slave accepted much harder corrective discipline from me and I was able to work my way through all of the chosen instruments of correction without having to worry about him wimping out too early. I first instructed my cock-sucker slave to kneel humiliatingly on the floor to carry out his duties and then to lie on his back to accept his fellow slave’s member even deeper into his throat. Finally, when I could tell that orgasms were getting too close for comfort, I dismissed him from the room in order to frustrate them both to the max. The climax of the session (so to speak) was that my CP guy finally gushed an uncontrollable flood of male filth over the floor as his whipping reached its planned crescendo. Sending him off to the showers I had one last treat for his new bi friend. That humiliation slave was brought back in and instructed to lay face-down in the spunk-pool, carefully ensuring that it coated all of his cheeks, his face and especially his lips. I left him whimpering there for an hour or so before letting him free: a salutary lesson for both slaves that their Mistress’s creativity knows no bounds. Bookmark and Share