— TESTIMONIAL —
It had been far too long since I had managed to see Mistress Madox for a session; years in fact, due to personal circumstances and a busy family life that I couldn’t escape from at the time (not even for a few hours). Still, the time had now come, and I had managed to book a two hour session. I sat in my car nearby the Stockport Dungeon, eagerly awaiting a text from Mistress. It arrived. “I’m ready for you” it said. I was already under her control.
Mistress guided me into the Dungeon via telephone, and I was taken aback by just how secret the Dungeon actually is. It’s incredibly discrete and well hidden. As I entered, Mistress greeted me with a warm hug and showed me through to Her chambers. We talked for a little while about my session interests and I eventually became much calmer as my shakes and nerves slowly started to drop away. Mistress has that effect on you to begin with; you start to feel somewhat relaxed and you begin to trust her implicitly. You belong to Her. A safe word was given to me (just in case), and the fun was about to start.
As we began the session, I couldn’t look Mistress in the eyes. I was too nervous, and I felt … unworthy. I tried to tell Mistress of my worries, but she had become very busy getting to work on ‘warming me up’ as she called it. She dressed me in beautiful red stockings, knickers and a skirt, and chained me to the cross. I was already helpless and vulnerable, and I absolutely loved it. What came next was a plethora of different instruments being used on me: spiky rollers/wheels were rolled across my nipples, cock and balls, as well as other implements. Mistress started off innocently enough, but before long the spikes were being pushed deeper into my nipples and were being wheeled firmly over my penis. Mistress also pinched and pulled my nipples, perhaps to gauge just how sensitive they were. Much to Her delight, they were extremely sensitive. She laughed, looked into my eyes, and I could tell the session was going to be extremely challenging for me. Mistress had found my weak spots, and She was going to see how much I could take.
Eventually, I plucked up the courage to inform Mistress that I couldn’t look Her in the eyes, and She said to me that She wanted me to, so that She could look back into mine to see what was going on behind them. Mistress likes to know how Her subs are feeling, and to see how much She can push them. As I looked into Mistresses deep, brown eyes, I could tell how much She enjoyed torturing me. ‘I like how nervous you are’ She said, before spreading my legs and rolling the spiky wheel across my balls. I was already in heaven, and session wasn’t even 15 minutes old.
Soon enough, the vampire gloves were used, and Mistress once again laughed as she placed them firmly on my nipples and cock. The pain was exquisite, but I soon started to regret my excitement as Mistress began to really get to work torturing my cock with the gloves. I regretted being erect. As Mistress put it – ‘the bigger it gets, the more there is to torture’. Thankfully, my cock started to calm down somewhat after more pain was inflicted, although it was still incredibly enjoyable. And all this was just to warm me up …
After even more nipple torture, Mistress gave me a little rest, and then suddenly gave me a firm slap across the face. I was a little shocked, but it was a very happy surprise (we’d talked about slapping before the session), and something I really enjoyed. Then, the tickling began (something else we had discussed beforehand). I writhed in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as Mistress mercilessly tickled me in many places to find my weaker spots. She quickly found them, of course, and began seeing just how much I could take. Finally, Mistress settled on tickling my nipples. They were still sore from the previous nipple torture, and Mistress tickling them was one of the most challenging things I’d ever done in bondage! Despite it being challenging, it was one of the best parts of the session. The image of Mistress laughing cruelly in front of me, ruthlessly tickling my nipples whilst I was chained to a cross will remain with me for the rest of my life, and I’ll always smile when I think of it. The nipple tickling seemed never-ending, and I didn’t know if I could take it, but Mistress helped me to endure it. I’m not sure how long it went on for, but Mistress seemed to love it. ‘You’re dancing! Look, you’re dancing!’ She said laughing, as She tickled and twisted my sore nipples. I couldn’t control myself, and the mixture of pain and pleasure was sublime. After Mistress had finished tickling me, She spat in my face (as discussed beforehand), and said ‘Do you feel degraded now, slut?’, I meekly responded ‘Yes Mistress’, feeling quite breathless.
I was then removed from the cross and brought across to a large bench which I was instructed to lie down on. Mistress shackled both my arms and legs to the bench, and informed me that She was ‘going to do terrible things to my balls’. A rope was introduced to the session, which Mistress tied around my balls. She then tied the rope securely to a device on the Dungeon ceiling. They already felt tight, but Mistress told me she was going to stretch them more than they’d ever been stretched. At this point, I felt like I was completely relaxed, but still incredibly excited at what was to come. I was completely at the mercy of Mistress. A lever at the edge of the room was then turned, and the rope attached to my balls was raised even closer to the ceiling of the Dungeon. My balls were being stretched and the feeling was amazing. I instinctively arched my back to compensate, only for Mistress to say ‘stay down!’ in an authoritative and demanding voice. Some ball slapping then followed, and I was eventually released from the stretching. ‘Now for some electrics!’ said Mistress, as I breathed deeply, recovering from the pleasure and pain.
My cock was about to experience something quite new. I’d never tried any sort of electrics before, but as it was something Mistress clearly enjoyed, I was going to try it regardless! The device was fitted to my cock, and Mistress sat on the edge of the bed (to which I was still shackled) and started to play with the controls. The sensations of the electrics were like nothing else I’ve ever experience in bondage before, and I was extremely glad that Mistress had chosen me to use them on. Each time the electrics were switched on, my cock began to feel a plethora of different sensations – some difficult to stand, some less so. Mistress quickly worked out which sensations were more difficult for me to endure and used those more often, to both test and push me. Mistress worked me up from the lower settings of the electrics, which were uncomfortable but enjoyable, to the middle settings, which were harder to endure but still enjoyable, all the way to the very highest settings available, which had me squirming and wriggling in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Mistress complimented me on my cock’s ability to take the electrics
Mistress then asked me a trick question of what I’d like to do next, and then came my biggest mistake – or was it? ‘Whatever you want to do, Mistress’, I replied, to which she replied ‘More nipple torture then!’ I began to squirm again, feeling helpless, still shackled to the bench. I’m fairly sure that no matter what I’d said, Mistress was going to do what she wanted to do regardless of my preference. Mistress knew that the nipple torture was difficult for me, but she wanted to push my boundaries. Also, I have no doubt that she was enjoying seeing me writhe and squirm. ‘I don’t know if I can take this, Mistress’ I said to her, as she brought nipple clamps over to the bench. ‘You have a safeword, but you’ve not used it, so I’m going to carry on’ said Mistress as she smiled, looking down at my quivering body, still completely at her mercy. I didn’t want to use the safeword; I was determined not to, but I was close to my limit. Still, I knew that we had a safeword, and I decided to press on. ‘I hate giving up!’ I said out loud. Mistress attached the nipple clamps to me, and the pain and joy was magnified tenfold from last time. My nipples were still so sensitive from all the torture and tickling earlier in the session, and this amplified it so much more. Mistress stretched the chain for a little while, removed the clamps, laughed, and smiled at me as the pain radiated through my nipples and chest area. And that was the end of a challenging, magical and perfect two hour session.
After our first session some years ago, Mistress kindly gave me the name of ‘dark horse slave’, perhaps seeing something in me that I didn’t. It seems ironic that this recent session took place on the same day as the Grand National Horse Race, and that my real name also has a translation connection to horses. But I’m sure Mistress already knew the latter when she kindly christened me with the name.
Mistress Madox is the finest Mistress you will ever hope to meet. She’s stunningly beautiful, brilliantly domineering, and, dare I say it, somewhat sadistic – but in a good way. She is both respectful and powerful, caring and strong, demanding and rewarding. If you give yourself to Her, you’ll have the greatest experience of your life. You’ll be perfectly safe with Her, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to go easy on you! Once you’re under her control, you’ll feel a perfect mix of ecstacy, pain and submission. I cannot wait for my next session with Mistress Madox. I just hope it will be soon…
Dark horse slave