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- Herausgeber: Vania Graziani
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
Franco, owner of an editorial office dealing with various topics, has decided to include the theme of sadomasochism in his articles.
He will personally take care of the interview because he is convinced that he is in front of a person with a sick, deviated but strong psicology.
He will meet My Lady, the Mistress and she herself will make him discover a new world, full of strong emotions, rules and desires.
Thanks to this experience, Franco will be able to write the article for his magazine, but not only, all the experiences that the Mistress has made him live tickling his curiosity, his eroticism, his psyche and all the series of emotions with which the human being is endowed.
So fascinated and more and more attracted, Franco feels the strong desire to go further, he really wants to enter the BDSM world on even feet.
Now knowing the rules and knowing what to do, he writes his plea for the Mistress, she accepted and a few days later he finds himself in his house to sign the contract of consensual submission to begin the relationship.
Intuiating what to expect from the Mistress is impossible, but what he saw of her fascinates him so much that he is irresistible, what he ignores is the particular training that awaits him, he does not have a submissive nature and as he is aware of it, so is the Mistress.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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Table of contents
SEQUEL
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE.
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE.
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELFTH
CHAPTER THIRTEENTH:
From the same trilogy:
SEQUEL
Franco, owner of an editorial office dealing with various topics, has decided to include the theme of sadomasochism in his articles.
He will personally take care of the interview because he is convinced that he is in front of a person with a sick, deviated but strong psicology. He will meet My Lady, the Mistress and she herself will make him discover a new world, full of strong emotions, rules and desires. Thanks to this experience, Franco will be able to write the article for his magazine, but not only, all the experiences that the Mistress has made him live tickling his curiosity, his eroticism, his psyche and all the series of emotions with which the human being is endowed. So fascinated and more and more attracted, Franco feels the strong desire to go further, he really wants to enter the BDSM world on even feet. Now knowing the rules and knowing what to do, he writes his plea for the Mistress, she accepted and a few days later he finds himself in his house to sign the contract of consensual submission to begin the relationship. Intuiating what to expect from the Mistress is impossible, but what he saw of her fascinates him so much that he is irresistible, what he ignores is the particular training that awaits him, he does not have a submissive nature and as he is aware of it, so is the Mistress.
CHAPTER ONE
When Franco arrives at the door of the room, he stops. The candles placed in strategic points create a warm, muffled and welcoming atmosphere. The tension does not allow him to look around, his eyes cross those of her, standing, hands behind his back, from which the tip of the whip protrudes. Franco hints at a nervous smile. <<Get undressed!>> She orders him with a dry, serious tone in his face. Franco feels his face pricked by the wave of shame that assails him. Seeing the others naked was a speech. Although he and the Mistress have already shared several "intimate" moments, having to undress so "immediately" makes him nervous and insecure. Unbuttoning the button on his trousers, he pulls out his shirt and starts to open it from the bottom to the top, up to the penultimate button. He unbuttoned the cuffs and pulled the rest of the shirt out of his trousers; he looked around for a place to put it down. In the room, apart from the trunk and the kneeler, there are no stools. Nor the chair on which he sat every time. Feeling fixed by the firm gaze of the Mistress, he feels embarrassed and after a short hesitation decides to put it on the floor. He raises his eyes to seek approval, but she continues to look at him seriously and silently. Untied the laces, she helps herself with one foot to lift her shoes. Pull down her pants and drop them on them. She bends down to take off her socks by throwing them over her pants. He pulls off the vest and adds to the pile. Put your thumbs inside the elastic band of the boxer shorts, she looks back at you to see whether or not you should keep them. <<Are you always this slow Nothing?>> <<No, not always. I'm just excited My...>> He stops immediately as soon as she realizes he's so full of emotion that she almost makes a mistake calling her. His face is throbbing and it's spontaneous to stiffen his jaw. He can't finish his speech. He feels discouraged, it seemed so easy to have those slaves completely naked in front of his eyes! Yet Franco is not ashamed of his body, it's being observed like that that that makes him feel terribly uncomfortable. <<Do you think you have something more than the others?>> <<No... I don't think... Mistress.>> <<Then hurry up, you're already boring me.>>
The boxer shorts are lowered up to the ankles, struggling a bit with the foot to make them fall on the pile of clothes, he feeling naked, unarmed and terribly ridiculous. Once the operation is over, he covers the member with his hands, keeping his eyes down, waiting. The memory of when he had masturbated in front of her seems so far away and he doesn't understand why he is so ashamed now. In the silence of that moment, for Franco very embarrassing, the sound of the Mistress's heels is approaching, with a slow and decisive cadence. The woman looks at him very seriously, turning her whip on itself. <<You're just giving me pity, Nothing. Decorated with rags you look like a donkey dressed for a party, while the reality as far as I am concerned is even darker. I'm not referring to that flabby cock that I've already seen and that you try to cover at my sight, the squalor to which I'm referring is that of your soul and believe me, it's not enough "hands in front" to cover it! Hands off!... Put them behind your back!>> Franco executes immediately. He feels so full and empty that he has no thoughts at all. The woman moves her whip in front of Franco, pointing to the pile of clothes: <<What is that??? A bed for pigs like you?>> Without understanding what she wants, Franco defends himself: <<He told me to undress, Mistress, the chair is missing.>> My Lady approaches Franco's face with the index finger and the thumb of her right hand, surrounds his chin, drawing him slightly towards her and lifting his face slightly, forcing him to look her in the eyes. Very quickly she spits on his face. Franco is dazed, he closed his eyes instinctively, the splashes of his Mistress's saliva are worse than a slap, the mortification he feels hurts him. She, always holding him tight, spits the words on his face with harshness: <<DON'T EVER PERMIT YOU TO CONSIDER. Do we understand each other?>> Franco shakes his head as a sign of assent; she is clutching his jaw, and to speak would mean only whining. <<Well.>> She exclaims, releasing him from the grip. With her whip she points at the pile of cloths on the ground, and then she starts again in a calm voice: <<Now you will learn how to put your stray dog rags away.>> Franco with his eyes on the ground listens motionless. <<I have told you that I never repeat things twice, so everything I give you will only be explained once. Make sure you remember that for the future. Since you're a dog in need of education. From this moment I'm taking away your right to stand in my presence. You can lie on the ground, on your knees, on your head... if you believe, but NOT in an upright position. Do I make myself clear?>> Franco shakes his head. <<I didn't hear the answer.>> She says in a harsh tone. <<I understand.>> Franco's voice is without thrust, his mind is still processing the words you just heard. Zac! A whiplash comes dry on the outside of his left thigh. The pain distracts him from his mental processing, bringing him back to the present. <<What's the answer?>> <<Yes, Mistress!>> He responds promptly. <<What did I just tell you?>> Franco sighs and kneels. He instinctively raises his hand to wipe his face. <<Did I say you can wipe yourself?>> <<No Mistress.>> <<Get it all off! I want the shoes at an exact span from the skirting board, joined, with the tips towards the wall. The trousers folded according to the stitching must not protrude from the shoes. Socks placed next to each other and folded in two, both positioned on the trousers. Half for the shirt with the wrists folded in, on itself. The tank top I want to see it folded as if I was putting it in the drawer. On top of this PERFECT cube you'll put a watch and rings on it if you have any. Now move! Before I change my mind about your training.>> Franco performs, mindful of the military's time, in an acceptable amount of time, he manages to make the cube he ordered. The Mistress has meanwhile returned to the center of the room. <<Now come here.>> Franco is on his knees and on all fours reaches her. When he's almost at her feet, she stops him, pointing her whip down. <<Stop there. Memorize: I am and will be the only Mistress you will have. Repeat.>> <<You are and will be the only Mistress I shall have.>> <<Very well. I demand the greeting with dedication, prostrate on the ground come and kiss my foot.>> Franco is forbidden. He swallows, advancing a little on his knees, resting on the palms of his hands. She lowers herself, with one hand she grabs him by the hair and pushes his head down. <<Prostrate means I want your filthy dog face a few inches off the ground, you have to breathe on that floor!>>
Pushed down Franco bends his elbows.
He gets a whiplash on his left elbow.
<<Hands on the floor... up to your elbows.>> She pushes him down.
<<And get your ass down! Or sooner or later, you'll get something in it.>>
An icy shiver down Franco's back freezes him, tries to squeeze himself completely against the floor.
Being in that position, he feels his heartbeat; it's accelerated while his mind is muffled.
His arms encircle the black heels of the Mistress, she raises her right foot and pushing the heel slightly on the back of Franco's left hand, she adds: <<This hand I want her in the middle of my feet.>>
He moves it, with his face facing the floor, sees the tile fog up with his hot breath.
The Mistress's voice is now sweet, inviting: <<You can kiss me now.>>
Franco leans forward, raising his face slightly off the floor so as not to hit the toe of the shoe with his forehead.
His lips rest softly on the black patent leather toe of his left foot.
<<Very good my slave. In the greeting I always want you like this and don't you dare kiss them both, you're not worthy of it!>>
Franco sees himself again with the same sad air in which he saw Viola several times, his voice comes out without enthusiasm, resigned: <<Yes Mistress.>>
And in his mind the first real question: "Why only one?"
Taking his foot off in front of Franco, the Mistress goes halfway around him.
With the tip of her whip, she pats him on the shoulders.
<<Straight back, arms behind his back and eyes on the ground.>>
Franco pulls up his back and positions himself as she ordered.
<<In this position I want to see you ALWAYS. Unless I make you do something else. Do I make myself clear?>>
<<Yes Mistress.>> Franco's tone is more decisive. He begins to understand that he is receiving the basics and this thought reassures him, imagine that for that first meeting he won't receive pain, not so much he hope.
His mind begins to relax.
She holds the whip with both hands, has started to move it on itself again, with slow steps she walks in a circle around Franco.
<<Living the BDSM world is a life choice. Domination and submission are the two sides of the same coin, there can be no one without the other. Each of us gives what we have and what we are, so each one of these two roles is lived according to the concept we have, according to our own capacity of understanding, observation, sensitivity, imagination, etc..
In my credo there is only one way: the educational path.
I don't like words and actions without meaning.
The educational path that leads to unconditional submission and annulment of the slave is slow, constant, with firm rules.
As in any self-respecting school there must be discipline and commitment... prizes or punishments will follow.
I am a Mistress in the soul, I always demand the utmost attention and commitment.
Good memory is relative, when concepts are internalized, they become part of the personal trousseau.
I don't care who you are in the world, to me you are a servant.
Every emotion will be authentic, pleasant or not.
I don't allow a devotion you don't feel.
Any reward or punishment will depend on the answers I receive.
Let's see what you've understood so far, Nothingness.>>
Franco sees himself as when he went to school and the teacher asked him to repeat what he had just explained. In those years a wave of awe overwhelmed him, manifesting itself also on his facial expression and the words came out of his mouth with difficulty, as if they were attached to his tongue. Yet each time he was careful. <<I... I learned where to put my clothes, to say hello... and I realized that I have no right to stand up.>>
On the wave of this sort of lullaby, the Mistress' voice completes the sentence: <<...How you don't have the right to speak, to masturbate, to look me in the eyes! Unless I give you explicit consent. During the sessions you are deprived of the right to bathe...you will piss where, how and when and IF I want. Do you understand me correctly, human waste?>>
Franco has the sensation of having a boulder inside his body, listening to that voice makes him feel more and more disorientated so much that he asks himself: "But did I do well to want all this?"
<<I didn't hear the answer.>>
<<Yes, Mistress, I have understand.>>
<<Another thing... the "no" is an absolute prohibition. The pronunciation of this word will be equivalent to "red" pronounced three times.>>
<<Yes Mistress.>>
<<You have three safe words, only pronounced by you are such: Yellow when you can't stand an action. Orange when you feel you need a break but then you can get back to the action. Finally red. This word said once means you don't accept what I do to you. Twice when it has too strong an impact on your emotionality that you urgently need to be psychologically restored. Three times is the immediate end of both the action and the relationship. In time, you will regain the rights I am denying you, only if you are a good slave.>>
Stop in front of him by raising his chin, but Franco keeps his eyes down.
<<Look at me. Nothing.>> She whispers to him in a gentle tone.
Franco is intimidated, he is focusing in his mind on the concepts given to him and is afraid that he will spit in his face again. He raises his eyes towards those of the Mistress, he feels at her mercy, she watch at him and for him it is like feeling possessed by that look.
<<You will earn every breath...you stray dog.>>
The Mistress's slight smile has all the air of a veiled threat.
Franco's mouth is dry, for a moment he wants to cancel himself out, disappear... Disappear.
She gets up and detaches herself from him, continues to watch him. Franco is still, silent. He is so upset inside himself that he feels inwardly chaotic, the idea of realizing thoughts seems absurd to him for the first time. From penetrating the Mistress's gaze becomes soft, he cannot see her, but he clearly feels the sensation on his skin.
His breathing returns to normal, so do his heartbeats.
<<Since I've acquired a new dog... it is necessary to take a look at you! On all fours!>>
Franco positions himself, his knees hurt and his feet feel sore as he is not used to sitting on his heels.
The Mistress approaches the trunk.
In the position Franco is in, he cannot see which and how many objects have been prepared on it. Returning towards her, she notices that he still has the whip in his hand and a black satin bandage in the other.
Leaning down on him without bending her knees, the Mistress places the whip on his back.
The sensation of the blindfold on his eyes is pleasant, as well as feeling his hands behind the back of his neck as they tighten the knot.
The Mistress's face is in front of Franco's, he smells the scent of white musk and her warm breath on his lips.
In the darkness of the blindfold he immediately feels protected. He would never have said that! Remembering the neckline of that woman and having it so close to her face excites him, imagining to sink his face into it.
From the knot, one of the Mistress's hands slides over his neck, caressing his shoulders and making him feel the caress of her open hand and the thrilling touch of her nails.
With her left hand she caresses his cheek, her thumb occasionally passes over his ajar leprosy, making him feel the desire to suck it.
The Mistress whispers softly in his ear: <<Take out your tongue.>>
Franco feels the shivers down his back, opens his mouth and pulls out half his tongue. She plays with it with her finger, caresses it then goes back to his lips up to his chin and back to his tongue.
<<Is that all the tongue that you have...Nothing?>>
Franco doesn't wait and pulls out the rest. Soft and warm, the Mistress' tongue leans on it. Franco has a tremor of violent excitement, feeling his penis harden, he kisses her back.
The tongues touch each other, search for each other, lick each other.
Suddenly and violently a very strong burning of the tongue forces Franco to emit a desperate scream, the Mistress is biting him!
He tries to pull her back, but she still holds her and then suddenly leaves him. Franco immediately withdraws it by closing his mouth. The Mistress breathing on his face whispers: <<Now you know. There is no pleasure without pain and there is no pain without pleasure. When you receive one, you won't know when the other will come. The only certainty is that it will come. I want to hear a "thank you, Mistress".>>
Franco feels humiliated and intimidated. His tongue is throbbing like hell.
<<Thank you, Mistress.>>
She gets up. Franco, as attentive as he is to listening, hasn't heard a sound, not a rustle, not a heel noise. In that darkness that envelops him, he feels "almost alone".
The mind begins to process thoughts: "Will he be here in front? Yet I can't smell his perfume. Will he be near the trunk? What? Has it gone? My God, this silence and darkness are staggering!"
The Mistress's palms rest on Franco's buttocks and make him jerk. Circular movements massage him, opening and closing the buttocks, showing the anal orifice.
Franco likes that feeling, but the concern for any intentions make him feel tense.
"How did she get there? I didn't really feel it."
Franco is tense, very tense.
Her hands are holding him tighter and tighter.
He's so ashamed, standing there naked with a woman looking at his anus! He wants to bury himself. His penis has shrunk to a minimum, the blood pulsing in his cavernous bodies, now it's only beating in his temples.
Those particular attentions cease, to his great relief, he was already starting to think about the safety words. He also remembered Michele's words about resistance to the conditions imposed and overcoming one's own limits, and he was certainly not a weakling, he breathed deeply.
<<Are you tired of being on all fours?>> The sympathetic tone amazes him and makes him feel relieved.
<<Yes Mistress.>>
<<Do you want to sit down?>>
<<Thank you Mistress.>> Franco's tone is confidential, relaxed.
<<Are you sure you want to sit down Nothing!?>>
A tremor down your back, doubt and with it concern.
"He's not finished. What will he have in mind?" Tense again, realizing he can't refuse with a dry "no", the only thing to do, in that pressing uncertainty is to move on. Insecure Franco replies: <<Yes Mistress.>>
He hears the sound of his heels going away and then comes back almost immediately. "He must have taken the chair..." He imagine shrouded in darkness. The woman's hands shaking his shoulders guiding him to get up. Once he is standing, he feels the chair behind his legs.
When he's sitting down, he feels more comfortable and much less uncomfortable. His nails caress his back, his shoulders, descending along his arms, following his profile.
Quickly the rope tightens his wrists and is attached to the chair. Franco lets himself do it, he likes the touch of those hands, the thrills of pleasure on his skin approach the thought that takes space in his mind:
"He's pinning me down in my chair!"
<<Not always changing condition makes it better. There is nothing more appealing than the concepts of "comfort" and pain knotted together.>>
Comments the Mistress in a slightly cheerful tone. Franco holds his breath, even his ankles are tied to the chair, now he couldn't get up even if he wanted to.
That condition is beginning to worry him greatly.
<<Are you worried?>> She asks by stroking his neck.
<<A little.>>
<<Are you worried about the caresses you're receiving perhaps?>>
Sweet and flirtatious the Mistress's voice, she seems to want to keep the fear in him. <<I'm worried about the after. I like caresses, I really do!>>
<<If you like them because you have a fast heartbeat. Don't tell me you're excited!?>>
It's ironic and Franco tries to manage the answers avoiding that "no" so forbidden.
The caresses are relaxing him, but he don't forget that with pleasure comes pain. The Mistress keeps stroking his back.
Franco's knees, having his legs tied, are spread apart, she is there, in the middle.
As her hands caress and relax Franco, he feels her getting closer and closer, until she has the neckline of her breasts in front of her face.
That bit of fear doesn't go away, but the caresses are really relaxing him. Feeling her so close, even though he can't see, begins to excite him.
The Mistress's body rubs against his, on his nose he feels the soft skin of her breasts, with a voice full of eroticism, whispering in his ear: <<Is this the "after" that worried you Nothingness?>>
Franco breathes his perfume, he feels the blood go down to his groin to swell the member. Inebriated by that contact, he lets himself be carried away: <<No Mistress, that's not what worried me...>>
<<Ah no?!>> She asks as she pulls up her dress and straddles it.
Franco's penis is throbbing, it's been too long without intercourse and that position...
She sits on him, with her legs open, rubs her vulva on Franco's pole. He feels the fabric of his panties, already his mind elaborates that he can tear it off and slip into it. He feels it warm, wet.
His breathing is accelerated, he wants to melt himself to possess she there, right away!
She says to him in an excited voice: <<Tell me again what you said, I like to hear you say it.>>
The words are as warm as his body, Franco is intoxicated and must make some effort to think about what he said a moment before, distracted by the clothespins he is receiving on his earlobe.
<<...What did I say just a moment ago? My brain's in jelly, I can't remember.>>
She moves on him and with her voice full of excitement she whispers:
<<I asked you if that's what you were worried about afterwards and what did you say?>>
He strongly wants to penetrate it, that movement on his pulsating penis is driving him crazy, with his slightly forced voice repeating:
<<No! That's not what worries me Mistress.>>
<<Tell me again.>> She says without erotic charge in the inflection of her voice. Franco suddenly wakes up from the enchantment. In the darkness of the blindfold, his heart continues to beat loudly, but not with excitement. He swallows and with less emphasis than the moment before he repeats: <<No, that's not what worries me...Mistress.>>
He thinks: "Fuck! Fucking no!"
The Mistress rises up from him in an authoritarian tone and orders him: <<Repeat it again!>>
Franco is trembling, his breathing is accelerated. Now he knows what's coming.
Shyly he repeats: <<N...no...it's not...>>
The snap of the strap on his shoulder cuts his words.
"Fuck, it burns!" Think.
<<Stop, you filthy dog that you're nothing else!>>
The man rises the pressure on his temples, opens his mouth with difficulty and pushes out the words: <<...It's not...AHHH!!!>>
A second belt snaps on the other shoulder.
Franco tries to move, the ropes are tight, too tight to get out of that position.
<<Continue, dog!>>
Franco feels mortified, scared and impatient.
The pressure is such that he also feels anger.
Through the tone of voice you can clearly hear these emotions of his, raising his voice ends the sentence: <<That's not what worries me!>>
<<Again dog!>>
<<Repeat dog, again!>> She sticks him, also raising the tone of voice. Franco doesn't give up, with anger he repeats decidedly: <<No! Not...ouch!...not a problem.>> That third belt seems to burn less. He has big breath.
<<More!>>
A fourth strike before I let him say the sentence.
Exasperated, he pulls it out all at once: <<No, that's not what worries me.>>
As emptied it seems that the verve of a moment before is leaving him. Put your head down.
The warm breath of the Mistress reaches behind his right ear, his voice is sensual and his tone low.
<<...Give me that answer again Nothing.>>
<<I was worried thinking about this, the pain. The correct answer was: I'm afraid to feel pain Mistress.>>
<<Do you see you get it? You learn and you will learn on your worm skin.>>
Franco mortified by the revelation just made, struggling to swallow even the word worm. Grinds your teeth slightly.
<<You don't like the word worm, eh Nothingness?>>
<<N...>> He immediately stops and tries in his mind how to get around the sentence in order to answer.
<<It bumps me yes.>>
A dry, sudden spit arrives on Franco's face leaving him bewildered. <<Does that bump you too? Or do you like it?>>
Franco stunned, for a fraction of a second tries to realize, but quickly another one arrives.
<<It's worse than the word worm!? Eh, dog?>> ...And another spit.
Franco under such quick action tries to keep his mouth shut so she doesn't spit in it, but delaying the response only makes it worse. Another spit comes right in the face, and a light slap keeps Franco in a stun he can't get out of.
<<Which is better then, to be called a worm, to be used as a spittoon or to be slapped? What burns you more helpless dog?>>
Another spit before leaving Franco the fraction of time to answer. The man realizes that the lack of acceptance of the situation only makes it worse.
He swallows some of his pride and lowers his head, he feels hurt, more in his soul than on his body.
<<All is well, Mistress, all is well.>>
The sound of his heels turning slowly around him is disturbing.
<<Do you have any words to express what you are Nothingness?>>
<<I know many terms Mistress, but I would only use positive terms to express myself.>> <<I bet an appropriate term is stubbornness!>>
Ready Franco answers: <<Yes Mistress, that's it!>>
She is ironic, but this time Franco doesn't get scared. He's always been very proud of himself.
<<Good. I like strong minds!>>
So saying, she leans in front of him bending her knees, with a light touch she starts to caress his floppy penis.
With a velvety voice she keeps talking to him: <<...I love strong people because they "bite the life" and despite what can happen to them they don't give up. But I want to be sure of this, I don't want you to be like your dick, a nullity.>>
Franco listens to her carefully, hearing him touch it has hardened again. Cullered by those words, he wonders what is the logical connection between stubbornness and cock.
A drop of sweat comes down from under his blindfold. With her hand on the rod, the Mistress screws him and then closes the foreskin, masturbating him slightly and slowly.
Franco quivers from the taste and mouth and a couple of sounds typical of those who breathe in let the air pass through his teeth.
<<I've clearly understood that you don't have any derogatory terms to describe yourself truthfully, you'll have to find some! Let's play a game, the stakes will be your orgasm. I'll let you have it, otherwise the ban remains.>>
<<Very good!>> He exclaims, accepting the challenge with contempt.
The Mistress is pleased, but the tone of voice is worrying.
<<Well then, I' ll settle for ten words.>>
Silence.
After he listen to that sentence Franco doesn't hear any more noise.
Silence and darkness. But she's there and he knows it. In the thick of that darkness, and in the absence of noise, his mind begins to wander. A reflection on the pain of the belt: It was the first time he tried it and now that he knew it he thinks it's not as terrible as he imagined. From the initial pain the intensity ends immediately and, apart from the sensation of having warm skin, there are no traces of pain as he thought.
With his eyes open a little bit and closed a little bit, he seems to perceive a light. It approaches slowly, until it reaches a span from the bandage. Now he sees it well! It's the light of a candle, the feeling is really special and pleasant.
The light lowers from the horizon of his eyes, while remaining close.
The Mistress's hand begins to caress his penis again, which unfailingly regains strength.
<<Have you got a beautiful cock, have you ever been told?>>
Franco, smiling, shakes his head in denial.
<<... It's a really nice dick...>> She insists in a melancholy voice, keeping touching it.
Franco is proud: <<Thank you Mistress.>>
<<I'm still wondering if you're like your dick.>>
Franco's attentive to the woman's words stops smiling. He feels a sudden burning on the shaft of his penis. The pain is sharp, like a drop. Yes, a drop of pain that radiates and immediately reaches the brain. Franco stretches everything, his legs and arms pull into the ropes, while his back pushes against the back of the chair. He can't scream, only the spasm of his contracted face. His penis immediately loses rigidity. Another drop arrives on top of the first and again the spasm that hits the brain. Franco is trembling, now he's sure it's wax! <<...Ten words...>>
Franco is breathing angrily, showing his teeth.
Another drop of wax. It's terrible that pain, it completely invades the brain! In the brief moment of pause he feels the Mistress's breath, lighter than his own, which in that moment begins to hyperventilate to resist the next drop. <<Nothing is enough to bend over. Or in your soul, do you wish to have this limp dick entirely covered in wax?>>
Franco realizes. The Mistress is playing on his tenacity! To surrender means to end the torture, crawl, submit.
Another drop and another drop and another, and another... Franco's cry is strangled as much as possible, but it seems that that heat renews itself, expands, expands.
Teeth tight, head back, legs pulling in the ropes, hands clutching the chair... <<Assh...>>
The Mistress smiles satisfied. <<Go ahead worm.>>
<<Dickhead.>> Says him.
<<More incisive Nothingness, dig inside yourself, you can find better!>>
Franco's mortification is great, torn between pride and pain continues to think of terms that seem not to be focused.
...Another drop falls on the others, it's less hot. It gives warmth, but not pain. Franco feels like he's got his penis in an oven.
At the moment of pause, it would almost be pleasant that feeling,
almost leads to excitement.
...One more and another...
"Think Franco, think fast!"
<<Asshole, dickhead, pig,... dog.>>
That rosary of strong words could be the end of torture, only if it was a list of ten. The wax begins to fall abundantly on Franco's penis and the heat, atrocious torment, begins again.
With his body stretched out, the words came out of him alone: <<Powerless animal, mindless, boorish, dirty bastard!>>
Everything stops suddenly.
The rhythm of the man's wheezing breath is in unison with the pulse of his penis.
In that darkness perpetrated in the absolute silence, he feels himself, the heat that fired his soul is similar to that of his member.
"That's what he meant by stubbornness and cock!" He finally realized what it meant. Slowly his breathing returns to normal, he feels the strings loosen.
The Mistress is releasing him.
His arms are sore, it's instinctive to massage them and bring his feet forward while keeping his knees apart. The wax on his penis is cold. He touches her with his hand. It's not as much as he thought.
He feels the Mistress' heels in the room, he feels tired, exhausted.
He doesn't have the strength to wonder what will happen now. He feels in a strange state of waiting, empty.
The Mistress's hands take his and help him to get up.
A couple of steps to his left, only to hear her voice: <<Kneel down!>>
He's down, surrendering.
That feeling is new. So much inner exhaustion that he overcomes the worry of what awaits him.
He feels his chest touched.
<<Massage my foot, dog!>>
With the hands forward, Franco takes the foot she was touching him with and starts a clumsy massage.
The Mistress is silent and lets him do it.
In Franco's mind, she wonders if it's all right what he does, after all he has never given massages, let alone knows how they are done. After a short while he feels his foot taken away.
<<You're nothing short of painful and crude! Do you expect women to fall at your feet like that? If you fuck like this massage, you really must refrain!... I'm saying this for your own good Nothing.>>
Mortification comes straight at him like a dart thrown a short distance away. Franco, keeps his head down. His contracted lips express his frustration and having to stand there, in front of her looking at him, makes the feeling even worse. Inside his soul are in turmoil memories of his past stories, present emotions and a deep sense of despondency. Time seems to stop in the darkness of his soul, then finally the light. The blindfold is taken off, the session is over.
Still full of emotion he looks at the Mistress, he doesn't think twice, like the boxers in the ring, he clutches at her for the truce. It's instinctive that gesture and it's not like him, but at that moment it's the only real thing he feels like doing. He stays like that, until he feels himself back on his feet.
<<I warned you, you'll go down into your own personal hell and when you don't want to go down, I'll push you in it.>>
Franco smiles, the firmness shines through his eyes, he knows inside himself that all this will do him good... sooner or later. And right now he's not willing to let go.
<<That's enough for today.>>
Franco nods, in fact in that one hour, she has already demolished him.
<<You're absolutely forbidden to talk to vanilla people about all this, write a diary instead. Since you have the same tenacity as your limp dick, you are absolutely forbidden to touch you and feel pleasure. When you have "recovered" from this first session, send me an email with a list of 20 derogatory adjectives that belong to you. Now go take a shower and get out of my sight.>>
Franco feels completely empty, he makes the gesture of standing up, but she holds him by a shoulder preventing him from getting up.
<<I'm not being clear or you have a memory problem Nothing!?>>
Franco looks at her trying to understand what she means, but he is tired, confused, too much to focus well.
She raises her eyebrow with a pitiful look.
<<You don't deserve to stand upright in front of me, not with that fucking pride you insist on keeping inside. I want to see you crawl! Get on all fours until in the bathroom, you filthy worm.>>
Franco's devastated. With head down execute.
<<Yes, Mistress.>>
Arrived in the bathroom he finally gets back on his feet and looks around for a towel and the necessary to wash himself, but first on the toilet he removes the wax. The bathroom is spacious and bright, to his right is the sink with the mirror and a tall cabinet. The wall in front of it has a large window with knurled glass and an opening from above that gives onto the inner courtyard. In front of it a square wooden stool, the large shower box takes the rest of the wall. The bathroom fittings are to its right with a shelf, on top of which are sponge towels of different colours and sizes. Leaning on the sink is a towel, certainly prepared for him. Under the warm jet of water Franco is breathing deeply.
"Is this what it feels like then?! It's devastating and exhilarating at the same time!" He thinks to himself. The excitement he felt was superlative, but at that moment the frustration is stronger.
"Right now I wouldn't be able to give birth to an erotic thought even if I tried!" He comments with himself.
He dries well and puts the towel back where he got it, realizes he has to get on all fours to get his clothes back and so, he starts.
On the floor he gets dressed, while the Mistress sitting comfortably in her armchair is smoking a cigarette and staring at him in silence. He feels ridiculous walking down the corridor on all fours, but he has now reached the exit. He reaches out with one hand and opens the door, stands up and is out in a moment.
The tangle of emotions has not remained in the room as he thought, but he still has it inside him and understands that it will accompany him for a few days.
CHAPTER TWO
<<Let me understand Franco, you can't really say anything about what happened?>>
<<No Renato, I already told you, don't insist!>> Franco grunts.
<<I don't understand all this "confidentiality", after all we're men, aren't we?!>> Renato insists, bringing him coffee.
He looks at him seriously.
<<I can't tell you anything, Vanilla Man, ok?>>
Franco answers, taking the coffee glass and bringing it to his lips.
<<Vanilla man? What's that? I'm sweet as honey rather than vanilla! I don't understand you at all. You're all out of your minds.>>
Renato grumbles back to his work room.
Franco without getting up from his desk calls his secretary:
<<Marta...>>
<<Here I am Mr. Nulli!>>
<<Do we have a dictionary of synonyms and opposites by chance?>>
<<I'll look immediately, you need it right away, I guess.>>
<<Yes, Marta, thank you.>>
The editorial staff without Michele doesn't have the same atmosphere, but after all, that week of vacation was promised to him.
Franco after spending a few days in turmoil, in which more than once he hesitated whether to continue that relationship or not, began to feel a strange frenzy, so much so that he started to write an e-mail:
Mistress,
it's not easy for me to realize how great my pride is and this email is definitely one of the most difficult I've ever written.
I'm a pig, bastard, mangy dog, dull, piece of shit, vomitous, slimy, a human waste, scum, filthy, lousy, despicable, nothing, crude, filthy, boorish, vulgar, filthy, impotent and worm.
I'm writing the diary, I haven't talked to anyone and I haven't masturbated or enjoyed it in any way, devotedly greeting.
His Nothingness.
The Mistress's e-mail doesn't wait too long:
Well human shit,
I'm glad to see you insist on not bending over!
You haven't mentioned the impotence that dominates your life!
Make it before nightfall, the number has doubled.
I don't accept repetition, dog.
M.L.
<<Fuck! She's a real bastard!>> Exclaim Franco aloud.
Getting up from his table with a jolt of nervousness, he heads to Marta's desk.
<<So we have this vocabulary?>>
<<Yes Mr. Nulli, I found it just now, here it is.>>
Franco wields the book almost tearing it from the hands of the secretary who looks at him in astonishment, without a word.
While Franco lights a cigarette and opens the vocabulary of synonyms and opposites, Renato passes in front of him, heading towards the exit.
<<I'm going to buy ink for the car and a couple of things I need. Do you need anything here? ...Apart from a bit of calm!?>>
Franco raises his head from the desk and takes a look at Renato on the door, between the big room and the entrance where Marta's desk is.
<<Tell Marta I'm sorry.>> He says, turning his attention back to his vocabulary and his e-mail.
In the next room, Renato in his own way tries to console Marta:
<<The boss said that he's really sorry, he's very nervous and at this moment he's lost his sense of good manners.>>
Marta with wet eyes smiles at Renato, appreciating his delicacy.
“Do you want the list Mistress? There you go!" Thinks Franco resolute, driven by the anger he feels inside as he browses back and forth through the vocabulary and writes the e-mail:
Mistress,
I'm a bigot, a servant, a demented, a moron, a beast! A nobody, asshole and asshole.
A whore, loser, debauched, disgusting, obnoxious, selfish, lazy, stubborn, son of a bitch, conceited, stingy, stingy, greedy, lustful, sclerotic, foul-mouthed, rude and dirty.
