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\nA Kinky Maso Slut’s A to Z

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This\nis the alphabet, as imagined by a lesbian extreme masochist. \n

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A\nKinky Maso Slut’s A to Z

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\nA is for Anus: A is for anus,\nthat my beloved and cruel Mistress likes to fuck with her too-large\nstrap-ons. She likes to watch me suffer as she fucks me. It is about\nher desire, not my pleasure, and her desire is for me to suffer. My\narsehole can now take larger objects than when I became my beloved\nMistress’s maso slut, but she likes to use strap-ons which she\nknows that I have problems with. Her latest is a twelve inch long\nblack strap on, with rounded ,etal studs along its length. The studs\nare not sharp, but it is still very uncomfortable when she fucks me\nwith this dildo. It also has a considerable girth, far more than any\nof her other dildos. It is as thick as her wrist.

\n\tWith the big, greased up\nglans at my anus my Mistress will push, until my anal ring slowly\nparts, and the head is inside me. I will grunt in pain – and the\nvarious sounds which I make are a big turn on for Mistress. She will\nuse her hips to push a little more, so that another inch is\naccommodated by my arsehole, and she reaches the first studs.

\n\t“Ugh!” I moan, as the\nfirst metal studs enter me. I cannot help moaning. But Mistress likes\nmy moans. They make her carry on, slowly working her hips back and\nforth, until the dildo is as deep as it will go, completely buried\ninside me, none of the studs now visible.

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\nB is for Buttocks: B is for\nbuttocks, that my Mistress likes to paddle. She does not seem to be\nhappy unless my butt is a shade of deep pink. Mistress goes through\nthe entire colour chart with her paddles, from flesh-coloured to deep\nred, and the only thing that I can do is scream – which, of course,\nspurs my Mistress on to hit me even harder. She is a true sadist (and\nwhat more could a masochist like me desire?). The sounds and sights\nof me in pain arouses her.

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\nC is for Clitoris: C is for\nclitoris, which has become a source of pain for me, rather than\npleasure.

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\nBut that is the way that it\nshould be, for a kinky maso slut. My clit is for pain; my Mistress’s\nclit is for pleasure.

\n\tI no longer have a clitoral\nhood. One of the first things which Mistress did, after I moved in\nwith her, was to cut my clitoral hood off with a scalpel. Apparently\nthe hood was getting in the way, and my Mistress wanted my clit\navailable all of the time. She wanted it available, and in pain. To\nthat end my clit has been crushed by sharp-toothed clamps; stretched\nby weighted clamps; pricked by sharp needles; frozen by ice cubes;\nabraded by sandpaper; and hit by the tassel at the end of a leather\nriding crop. My clit is often in pain; and what pleasure it receives,\nfrom a vibe or my Mistress’s fingers, rarely ends in an orgasm (see\nOrgasms, below).

\n\tMy Mistress is on a quest to\nincrease the size of my clit. My clit, even when I came to Mistress,\nwas not small, being more like a button mushroom than a pea. But that\nis not enough for Mistress. She has said that, ideally, she wants it\nto be as big as the last section of my thumb. To that end, every day,\nmy clit suffers being pumped into a vacuum tube, over and over again.\nIt is very painful. My Mistress says that the vast majority of a clit\nis hidden inside a woman’s body, and she wants to draw it out. Very\nslowly, it appears to be working, as my clit certainly looks bigger\nthan when I came to be Mistress’s slave.

\n\tMistress says that, when my\nclit is finally big enough, the will be one final pumping, to pull as\nmuch out as possible. And then the very base of my clit will be\npierced by a metal bar, all of the way through, so that it cannot\nretreat back into my body.

\n\tMistress says that she would\nlike to see my clit aroused one hundred percent of the time. There is\nnothing better than a swollen clit. But my clit gets so sensitive\nthat I’m not sure that I could stand my clit being permanently\nturned on. But what my Mistress wants she gets…

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\nD is for Domination: D is for\ndomination, the name of the game. It is what I have signed up for, a\ntotal exchange of power – although exchange of power suggests that\nI get something back. All that I get is pain. \n

\n\tTPE, 24/7, 365 days a year.\nThat is what I have, if you want to use some of the terms found in\npersonals. Ones which my Mistress does not use, though, are Safe,\nSane and Consensual (see Safe Word, below). There will eventually be\nthings done to me which are not safe. Consensual? I have consented\nnot to have consent. And sane? Is not such masochistic desire that I\nfeel not a sign of madness?

\n\tMy only desire is for my\nMistress to continue to dominate me, in whatever way pleases her.\nOther terms, used in personals, in which we play now – or Mistress\nsays that we will play in the future – include body modification,\nbody worship, bondage, branding, breast and nipple torture, caging,\ncaning, electro-torture, fisting, foot worship, genital torture, hot\nwax, knife play, needle play, paddling, piercing, piss drinking,\nsensory deprivation, slapping tm face, spanking, suspension, and\nwhipping.

\n\tTo some people it might sound\nlike Hell. But, for me, it is Heaven!

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\nE is for Electricity: E is for\nelectricity, which Mistress likes to see surging through my\ndefenceless body. My Mistress, at the moment, has two sources of\nelectrical torture. One is a TENS unit, of the sort which anybody can\npurchase. The other is a hand-cranked generator, which I fear\ngreatly, which was actually used to torture people and which Mistress\nobtained at great cost. Thankfully she only uses the hand-cranked\ngenerator for interrogation scenes (and more on those later). \n

\n\tMistress is of the belief\nthat a slave’s punishments should not be reduced, but that they\nshould gradually become more intense. Thus, each time that the TENS\nunit is used on me, it is always at the previous setting or higher;\nand Mistress will shock me for a longer period of time.

\n\tFor example, I am tied\nspread-eagled, my slut body entirely vulnerable. Fear is racing\nthrough my heart, for I know what is coming, and the electricity\npassed my limits some sessions before. For me each time that I am\nshocked it is torture, a pain which I am no longer able to subsume\ninto pleasure. It is sheer torture. So why is my cunt juicing up at\nthe prospect of sheer pain coursing through my nerves?

\n\tMistress smiles, as she\nstares cruelly down at me. There will be no mercy, no matter how hard\nI beg. Not that I can say anything, as there is a red plastic gag\nfilling my mouth. Mistress likes to see gags in my mouth. The room is\nsound-proofed. But, occasionally, there will be no gag, so that I\nwill beg for mercy denied. I am sure that Mistress can smell my\narousal.

\n\t“We are reaching the limits\nof the TENS unit.” Mistress informs me. “Soon you will be on the\nmaximum setting, and I could only increase the length of the torture.\nThat is not good enough, as far as I am concerned. So I am looking\naround for a more powerful machine, one which can deliver more volts\nwithout endangering your slut life. It is amazing what you can find\non the dark web. China is a big producer of such devices of real\ntorture, using them in Tibet and other such places. They are\ncompletely programmable. At the last session I was merciful, only\ntorturing your slut body for a mere thirty minutes. Today will be\nlonger. But I will not tell you how long. But if I get a more\npowerful shock machine I could set it up so that it tortures you for\na full twenty four hours. That is our eventual target.”

\n\tAs Mistress talks, describing\nall of the terrible things which I will one day suffer, she attaches\nthe probes to me. She no longer attaches anything to my nipples, as\nthe electricity would be too near to my heart and she has no desire\nto have to explain away a dead maso slut. For this session there are\nbut two probes: both of them large and metallic, both of them\nslathered with a conductive gel which helps them slide into my body. \n

\n\tOne goes into my arsehole,\nthe other is shoved up my slave cunt. They are then taped in place so\nthat they cannot slip out. I can see a red and a black wire snaking\nalong to the TENS unit.

\n\tAt least Mistress has not\nused the two attachments which I most fear: a crocodile clamp which\ncrushes my whore clit in its sharp metal teeth, and a metal sound\nwhich goes up my urethra. I hate those two. \n

\n\tAs soon as the metal probes\nare taped in place Mistress begins the torture. The setting is on\nnine of ten. Mistress sits down next to my head so that she can look\nat my face. She likes to see my face in pain. No, that is not true,\nMistress likes to see my face in AGONY.

\n\tMistress holds down the\nbutton on a hand controller, and it feels as though my insides are\nbeing fried.

\n\t“Mmmmmmgh!” I scream\naround the plastic gag. My body becomes a solid coil of pain, listing\nup from the table to which I have been bound at wrist and ankles.\nOnly my head, heels and wrists still have contact with the surface,\nas I suffer the torments of the damned. On and on the agony\ncontinues, as Mistress laughs to see such fun. She holds down the\nbutton for what seems like an aeon. Only eventually, when I have\nsuffered, I believe, more than ever before, does she deign to release\nit.

\n\tI am hyperventilating. I draw\nin air through my nostrils. My body slumps back down on the bondage\ntable. Mistress still has her finger near that nasty red button. \n

\n\t“Again!” she laughs, and\nholds down the button for even longer, this time. And my torture\ncontinues…

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\nF is for Fisting: F is for\nfisting, which my Mistress likes to do a lot, stretching me out. At\nfirst she only used to fist my cunt. But now she likes to fist my\narsehole as well, now that it has been stretched by her strap-ons.\nMistress says that she wants to stretch my holes so much that she\nwill be able to get both arms inside me, in my cunt and arse, as far\nas her elbows. Is that even possible? But Mistress seems determined\nto make me that loose. And I cannot deny her.

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\nG is for Gags: G is for gags,\non which I must bite. My Mistresses home has been soundproofed, in\nher bedroom and the other rooms where we play, so there is no real\nneed for any gags, as my Mistress likes to make me scream. She likes\nto hear me scream, and to hear me beg for a mercy which will not be\ngranted. My screams turn her on. She says that there is nothing as\nerotic as the sound of a woman in agony.

\n\tBut she also likes to see a\nshiny red plastic gag between my lips, now and then, one which is\nalmost too big for my mouth. \n

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\nH is for Hoods: H is for\nhoods, that she puts on my head. I had never worn a hood until\nbecoming a slave of Mistress. Now I am happy to wear one whenever it\npleases Mistress that I should do so. When we play our games of lust\nand pain I will usually wear a shiny black latex hood, one which\ntakes away my features while leaving my mouth free, so that I can use\nmy tongue to adore the beautiful body of my perfect Mistress. And I\ncan see the wonderful body of Mistress. \n

\n\tBut she also has a thick,\nleather hood which I hate. If I am to wear that hood then Mistress\nusually stuffs that red, plastic ball gag in my mouth first. Then the\nleather hood goes over my head. It has no eyeholes, and no mouth hole\nso I cannot lick Mistress while I wear the leather hood. I can hardly\nhear what Mistress says, through the thick leather. I lose hearing\nand sight and speech. And it is very hot inside that hood. When\nMistress takes it off me my hair is usually full of sweat. Mistress\nsays that, eventually, she will arrange for laser removal of the hair\non my head, so that I will be bald forever. I fear such a day. Yet\nsuch a humiliating loss of hair is also arousing. It means that I\nwill be a slave forever. And, when that day comes, Mistress says that\nshe may have me tattooed on my forehead, with either the word “Slave”\nor Pussylicker” or “Painslut.” \n

\n\tI think that the only reason\nwhy my head has not been denuded of its hair yet is because Mistress\ncan’t yet decide what word to have tattooed on my forehead!

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\nI is for Interrogations: I is\nfor Interrogations, a favourite scene. Mistress has a couple of\nuniforms for such scenes. One is tan coloured, and is supposed to be\nsome South American interrogator. She likes to wear that one when she\nhas been reading some of the old torture tales, of people such as\nCortes or Electrosadist. The other uniform is black, and is a pretty\naccurate Nazi SS officer’s uniform. Mistress is not a racist or\nanti-Semite. But she finds something sexy in the Nazis, simply\nbecause they were so nasty. It is the eroticism of evil.

\n\tSometimes, when Mistress\nenacts an interrogation scene, I will get to wear clothes (although\nnot for long). Mistress likes a little verisimilitude. It helps feed\nher sadistic fantasies. So, for example, if we are playing Nazi\ninterrogator and French resistance agent, Mistress will have me dress\nthe part, only to have the clothes torn from my body. \n

\n\tShe has spent a lot of money,\nin the past, getting hold of antique clothing, of the sort worn by\nFrench women in the 1940s, including the underwear. It feels odd to\nwear clothing, when I am nude the rest of the time. But it is\nMistress’s fantasy, so I am happy to go along with it.

\n\tIt starts the same way. I get\ndressed in the clothing, and I walk into the living room, to see\nMistress dressed in her Nazi finery. I must admit that she looks very\nsexy, dressed up as a Nazi, in black with a red swastika on an\narmband. In one hand she holds a genuine Luger (which has had its\nfiring pin removed). \n

\n\t“So, I have finally caught\nthe Resistance slut.” Mistress says, pointing the handgun at me.\nShe does not attempt a German accent. The first time she did say “Ve\nhaff vays of making you talk.” but the accent was so ridiculous\nthat we both burst out in laughter, which pretty much killed that\nscenario. So neither of us attempt an accent now.

\n\t“This way.” Mistress the\nNazi says, taking me to a small room, formerly used for storage, but\nnow the interrogation chamber, different from the play room. The room\nwill either look like a room from some 1970s South American torture\nfacility, or a place in Nazi Germany, depending on the scenario. For\nthis session it is a Nazi chamber. \n

\n\tThere is a small wooden desk\nin the room, with a chair behind it, a large, comfortable thing.\nFacing it is a sturdy but less comfortable wooden chair, on which I\nwill be bound. There is a lamp on the desk, angled so that the light\nwill shine in my face. And, on the desk, are the items that Mistress\nintends to threaten me with in the torture, the most feared of which\nis that hand-cranked generator.

\n\tMistress does not tell me to\nstrip, but pulls the clothing off my body, or cutting it away with\none of her knives, until I stand there, entirely nude, and feeling\nvery defenceless. I am forced down into the chair. Rough sisal rope\nis used to ties me to the wooden chair. I am tied with my butt right\non the edge of the chair, so that my legs can be spread wide, and my\nNazi torturer will have accent to my cunt. I am tied so tightly that\nI cannot move anything but my head. I always end up with marks from\nthe rope, where it has bound me. And then the interrogation begins.

\n\tAn interrogation is an\nextraction of information and, in earlier interrogations, Mistress\nused such sessions to find out all of my secret fears (creepy\ncrawlies and rats, among others) and my sexual history. But now the\ntorture will continue until Mistress decides that I have suffered\nenough. She will ask questions to which I have no answer. We do not\narrange things beforehand, because if I had a list of things not to\nreveal, and I revealed them, ending the need for interrogation, that\nwould be tantamount to having a safeword, and Mistress likes her fun.\n\n

\n\t“Tell me who is your\nResistance contact in Paris.” Mistress says, beginning this game of\ntorture. If I give her a name it will not be the right one. We will\nkeep going for a long time, until Mistress judges me to be broken. I\nplay the game.

\n\t“I am not in the\nResistance.” I say. Mistress reaches onto the desk, and picks up a\nriding crop. She swishes it through the air. Then she brings it down\non one of my fat tits. Mistress does not hold back, as an SS officer\nwould not have held back. Mistress believes in verisimilitude, and\nhits me with all of the strength in her arm. I scream in agony as the\nwhip sinks into the flesh of my breast, leaving a reddening mark, and\na tiny drop of blood where the skin has been cut.

\n\t“Tell me who is your\nResistance contact in Paris.” Mistress repeats, in a level tone of\nvoice.

\n\t“I am not in the\nResistance.” I say, although my voice is faltering a little. I like\npain. But that was agony. \n

\n\tMistress strikes my other\nbreast with the riding crop, again using all of the force in her arm.\nThis is no play whipping. I scream again, knowing that there is\nnothing that I can do but suffer. And the thought that I am\ncompletely at the mercy of a sadist, who intends to show no mercy\nuntil she has had her fun, begins to turn me on. My pussy begins to\njuice, despite the pain from my breasts.

\n\tThe whipping only ends for an\nincrease in the torture. I struggle in the chair as Mistress lights a\nBunsen burner on the desk. She has never used anything like this on\nme before. I make up all manner of names of my supposed contact. But\nmy Nazi Mistress decides that this French Resistance fighter has not\nyet suffered enough. Mistress picks up a long hatpin, with some sort\nof plastic end so that she can hold it without burning her fingers.\nShe holds the hatpin in the flame of the Bunsen burner. I watch as\nshe holds it in the flame for a long time. Then, when the metal end\nis glowing red, she brings it over to my body. She is giggling as the\nred hot needle nears my ample breasts.

\n\tI had feared that Mistress\nwas going to force the entire needle inside my breast, doing major\ndamage. But we have not yet reached that particular sadistic excess.\nInstead she only pricks the surface of the skin with the end of the\nneedle, rather than driving it in. It is still very painful, though.\nBut it is something which she can do over and over again, a hundred\npin pricks of my big, milky breasts. By the time that Mistress\ndecides my breasts have suffered enough tears are flowing from my\neyes, and the needle is no longer glowing.

\n\tShe puts the hatpin down, and\npick up a pair of cables. The cables end in big, metal clamps, with\nsharp, nasty teeth. These are the sort of clamps which you might\nattach to a car battery. But they get attached to me – one at the\ntop of my labia, and one at the bottom, making sure that they do not\ntouch. This is always the final act of the interrogation scene. But\nthat does not make me fear it any the less. I can almost hear the\ncrunch as the strong clamps bite into my soft skin. I know, from\nexperience, that the marks on my labia will last hours after the\nsession is over. \n

\n\tMistress stands next to the\nhand-cranked generator. She flexes her fingers, making them crack.\nThen she begins turning the crank, slowly at first, sending volts\ninto my poor pussy. The pain is still tolerable. But I fear what it\nwill become.

\n\t“Tell me the name of your\ncontact!” Mistress shouts.

\n\t“Pierre Lebrun!” I shout\nback, not wanting the inevitable increase in pain.

\n\t“Liar!” Mistress shouts,\nspeeding up how fast she turns the crank. Then she pauses, but only\nto put a leather bit in my mouth, so that I cannot involuntarily bit\nmy tongue. I bite down on the leather, tasting it. \n

\n\t“I think that I will only\nask you when you are totally broken.” Mistress says, her eyes\nglistening with sadistic passion. I know that she will not stop until\nshe is satisfied.

\n\tShe turns the clamp, again,\nvery slowly. She increases the speed, bit by bit, until I am\nscreaming into the gag, fearful of the electricity going through me.\nBut faster and faster Mistress turns the clamp. I glimpse her arm\nbecoming a blur, as I feel more pain than ever before. I scream\naround the gag, and faint.

\n\tWhen I recover I am unbound,\nin her bed, being tended to by Mistress. The session is over – at\nleast until the next time.

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\nJ is for Japan: J is for\nJapan, for my Mistress is a Nipponophile. She loves anything\nconnected with Japan. She reads Japanese authors such as Haruki\nMurakami and Yukio Mishima. She likes Japanese food, which is very\nhealthy. She drinks sake. She watches Japanese movies, including the\noccasional Japanese erotic movie featuring lesbians. \n

\n\tMistress says that, one day,\nshe wants to visit Japan. But she has not yet worked out how to get\nme to Japan without having to dress me, and have me travel normally\nin the vanilla world. I think that she would like to put me in a\ncrate and post me to Japan. But if you tried that in the real world\nit would not go so well, so there is no Japan trip on the horizon. \n

\n\tI am glad that there is no\nprospect of going to Japan at the moment as Mistress has said that,\nif she ever gets tired of me, I will be smuggled illegally into\nJapan, to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

\n\t“Anybody might buy you.”\nMistress muses, about such a scenario. We are in a play room, and\nMistress is sitting in a chair with her legs spread. I am kneeling,\nnaked (of course) between her spread legs, using my tongue on her\nclit and labia. My hands are handcuffed behind my back, in shiny\nsteel. I think that Mistress likes this position, as she knows that I\ncan hear everything that she says, and she likes to talk. Often, when\nshe is highly aroused, she will tell me of all of the horrific plans\nwhich she has for me in the future, such as branding me, or putting\nskewers through my breasts. But on this day her subject is me in\nJapan.

\n\t“It might be some lesbian\nmistress.” Mistress continues, as I lap up the juice flowing from\nbetween her labia. “But some of those Japanese lesbians are really\ncruel, not like me. Oh, yes, that’s the spot. Their play begins\nwhere mine ends…”

\n\tMistress breathes heavily,\nand I know that she is not far from another orgasm. I am also very\nturned on, my clit rock hard. But I, of course, cannot touch my clit,\nand I know that I will not be allowed to cum. So I must take pleasure\nin pleasing Mistress. I know that she is holding off cumming, not\nwanting to cum until she reaches the crescendo of what she is saying.

\n\tThen there is also shibari\nrope bondage, which Mistress knows, and which she finds artistic. She\nlikes to practice on my body, putting the knots in unusual places. I\nmust admit that it looks nice. But I still prefer the feel of\nleather.

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\nK is for Knives: K is for\nknives, which my Mistress likes to play with. She likes sharp, shiny\nthings. Her eyes glitter, reflecting in the polished steel of\nwhatever knife she is playing with – she has more than one. She has\na Swiss army penknife; a so-called zombie knife, a genuine US Army\nRangers knife; a kukri; a medical scalpel; a Japanese tanto from the\nseventeenth century; a Bowie knife; a Turkish yataghan; and many\nothers. They are all displayed on one wall of our play room. \n

\n\tMy Mistress likes to take a\nknife, often the tanto, and trail the blade across my skin, making me\nhold my breath, as I fear to get cut. \n

\n\t“One of these days I am\ngoing to peel the skin off your big, slutty nipples.” Mistress\nsays, as I feel the cool metal trail around my fat breasts. “I\nthink that the skin will grow back, given enough time. Then I can\nskin your nipples all over again. Won’t that be fun? Oh, I would\nlike to take my skinning knife and spend all day taking the skin off\nyour entire body, starting with your breasts, and finishing with your\nface. But I don’t think that you would survive that. So maybe not\nyet. Maybe not until I have got bored of you and need a new slave…”

\n\tI would think that Mistress\nis joking, or just trying to scare me, if not for the fact that she\nhas cut my clitoral hood away…

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\nL is for Leather: L is for\nleather, which my Mistress loves to wear. She loves the look and feel\nof leather – as do I. She wears leather when she goes out into the\nworld beyond her home – a world which I have not seen since I\nbecame her live in slave. She has a pair of tight black leather\nclothing, and the sort of leather jacket which some rock chick might\nwear. She likes the feel of leather next to her skin so, unless she\nknows that she might have to take the jacket off, she will war\nnothing under the jacket or leather trousers. The only other item of\nclothing will be knee-high leather boots.

\n\tWhen we play she likes to\nwear leather, of course. She likes vertiginous, thigh-high black\nstiletto boots, which I get to polish with my tongue. Around her\nwaist is a tight corset. One her arms will be long leather gloves.\nAnd that will usually be it. She looks like a Goddess – a goddess\nof pain. She is sexy Loviatar. She is a torturing succubus.

\n\tShe is divine.

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\nM is for Mistress: M is for\nMistress, who I love. Mistress is the most beautiful woman I know.\nShe has short, black hair, so much better than my blonde mess. Her\neyes are purest black, and so deep that you could get lost in them.\nHer lips are the most kissable I have ever seen. She has a little\ndimple in the centre of her chin. \n

\n\tHer breasts are perfect.\nDespite my Mistress being around forty – I do not know her exact\nage – they do not sag, and are still perky without the touch of a\nplastic surgeon. They are just right in size – not too big, not too\nsmall, unlike my own over-sized breasts. Her nipples are light brown\nand are easily aroused. \n

\n\tMistress has hips to die for,\nproper womanly hips which means that she sashays as she walks. Her\nmound is always kept shaven, like mine – and, like me, my Mistress\nhas had her clitoral hood removed. Mistress is very clitoral in her\norgasms, and she has said that she likes to feel her erect clit\nrubbing against her leather trousers, with no prepuce getting in the\nway. Her vulva is tighter than mine, as is her anus. \n

\n\tI would not change a single\nthing about her physical form. \n

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\nN is for Needles: N is for\nneedles, which my Mistress likes to use on me. When I became a\npermanent slave of my beloved Mistress she pierced my nose, tongue,\nnipples, and labia. I have a ring hanging down from my nose, resting\non my philtrum. My tongue has a stud in it. I have rings in my\nnipples and three down each side of my outer labia. \n

\n\tThe nipple rings and labial\nrings sometimes get removed, as needle play is one of my Mistress’s\nfavourite pursuits. At the moment she is content to force needles\nthrough the surface of my skin, rather than going deep. I feel sexy\nwhen I look down and see dozens of needles transfixing my breasts,\nand a handful through my shaven mound of Venus. But I know that,\neventually, the needle play will not end there.

\n\tI have already described (in\nInterrogations) how she pricked my breasts with a red hot hatpin. My\nMistress, after that session, told me that, eventually, not only will\nshe force needles into the meat of my breasts, but that, one day.\nthey will be reed hot. It makes her very aroused to talk of red-hot\nneedles being forced down through the centre of my nipples, down into\nmy breasts. But the red-hot needles will not be limited to my tits.\nShe intends that my labia should not be denied the kiss of red hot\nmetal.

\n\tNot just needles, but skewers\ntoo, all of the way through my tits, and then they will be\nelectrified. Mistress tickles my clit while she tells me of such\ntortures to come, and I know that – even though she has not said\nanything – one of her thoughts is of running a red-hot needle\nlengthwise down through my clit into my body, perhaps destroying a\nlot of sensation. Of course I get no say in this, and if it happens,\none day, I will not be able to do anything about it. The idea of a\nred-hot needle in my clit terrifies me. So why, whenever I consider\nthat possibility, does my cunt juice up?

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\nO is for Orgasms: O is for\norgasms, which are rarely granted to me. My Mistress likes to edge\nme, taking me to the cusp of release, then denying me that final\ncrescendo. Time and time again she will use vibes, her tongue and her\nfingers to take me to the edge, only not to allow my release. When I\nfirst came to see Mistress I was allowed any number of orgasms. But\nwhen I moved in to become her painslut it was made clear that my\norgasms would be restricted. At first it was one for every three\nwhich I gave Mistress. Then Mistress decided that it would be no more\nthan one a day for me. That continued for several weeks, until\nMistress decided that she liked to see me begging for a release which\nwould be denied. Slowly the length between my orgasms was increased.\nNow I am only allowed one orgasm per week. And that orgasm has become\noverwhelming, perhaps because it is so rare, and so anticipated,\nafter days of edging me close.

\n\tWhen Mistress takes me over\nthe edge I scream in pleasure. I have been told that my eyes roll up\ninto my skull, and that I release a little pee. The sensation after\nedging is incredible. It is the little death, as the French say.\nSometimes I feel almost as though I will faint.

\n\tMistress has made clear that\nmy orgasms will, eventually, become less frequent than one a week,\nalthough the edging will not stop. She has intimated that, soon, they\nwill become once a month; and she has suggested that, eventually,\nthey may only become two a year: one on my birthday, and one at\nChristmas. And my birthday is in February. I don’t know how I am\ngoing to be able to go ten months without an orgasm. But I will, if\nmy Mistress commands it.

\n\tMy Mistress has told me some\nof her fantasies, in relation to my arousal. She has said that it is\nher intent to have me aroused all of the time, but not let me cum.\nShe is investigating drugs to see if there are any which will\naccomplish that, without having any nasty little side-effects. And\nshe has said that she is considering taking me to a hypnotist, and\nhaving a post-hypnotic suggestion given to me, so that it will be\nimpossible for me to cum, without her giving the command. It might\nseem odd, but I am looking forward to the hypnotism, albeit with a\nlittle fear, as Mistress has said that, on the first day after I see\nthe hypnotist, she intends to try out the command, by saying it over\nand over gain, for an entire day. To have a whole day of orgasms is a\nscary thing. But if it means that I am a better save then I will be\nhappy. \n

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\nP is for Piss: P is for piss,\nwhich my Mistress likes me to drink.I was hesitant at first, but I\nhave come to love my Mistress’s pee. When she is home she never\npees in the toilet any more. I get to drink it all. The only really\nstrong-tasting piss is her first pee of the morning. \n

\n\tA queening session (see\nbelow) will often end with Mistress pissing in my mouth. She will\ndraw back a little, as she likes to see her golden stream of piss\ngoing in my more than willing mouth. She will piss in short burst, so\nthat I can swallow it all, without it overflowing. Her eyes gleam as\nI drink her piss. I know that it turns her on. And it turns me on, as\nwell, to be reduced to being nothing but a toilet.

\n\tBut I am very glad that\nMistress isn’t into scat!

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\nQ is for Queening: Q is for\nQueening, my Mistress sat on my face. I love to serve my Mistress. My\ncorrect place in life is to be beneath her, my tongue buried between\nher sopping wet labia. I could lie there forever, stretched out\nuncomfortably on the wooden floor of one of her playrooms. My\nMistress ties me down spread-eagled to four metal rings set into the\nfloor. She ties me as tightly as I can, pulling on my arms and legs,\nalmost as though she wants to pull them off. It is perhaps lucky that\nshe is in not possession of a rack.

\n\tWhen she can tighten the\nbands stretching me to the metal rings no more it is time for her\npleasure. The only thing I can move is my head. Mistress sits on my\nface, positioning herself so that, initially, her anus is over my\nmouth. Each queening session begins with my adoration of her sweet,\ntight anus. I lick around her arsehole, and force as much of my\ntongue inside her, for as long as she desires. She is in control, and\nshe is always clean. \n

\n\tFor anything from a few\nminutes to half an hour I will worship her anus with my tongue. By\nthen my arms and legs have begun to really ache. Only then will\nMistress change position, so that her shaven cunt is over my mouth.\nBy then her cunt will be dripping. It does not take long to make her\ncum, even when she is trying to hold back to savour the pleasure. My\ntongue, with practice, has become very talented. \n

\n\tSometimes then the queening\nis over, with the onset of her orgasm, and she will release me from\nmy bondage. But other times, usually when she is in a bad mood, she\nwill leave me tied to the floor, sometimes for hours. Or she will\ndemand orgasm after orgasm, until my tongue aches. Or, sometimes, she\nwill thank me by kicking me hard between my spread legs. \n

\n\tEither way, she is my queen,\nand I love her. I would die under her cunt.

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\nR is for Restraint: R is for\nrestraint, much more than merely tying me up. My Mistress likes the\nrestraints to have some level of discomfort, putting me in what is\ncalled stress positions. That can be anything, from tying me standing\non one leg, to some back-breaking hogtie. But when I am bound in such\na position I know that I will be in that position until my muscles\nare in agony.

\n\tOne favourite position of\nMistress is to put me in a hanging hogtie. Mistress ties me in a\nstandard hogtie, with my face covered by a latex hood. Then she\nsuspends me in the air. Ropes are tied around my arms and legs, in\nthe hogtie, and I am suspended up into the air, at what is waist\nheight for my Mistress. Mistress then clips weighted clamps to my\nnipples and my large, extended clit. The weights are allowed to\ndangle down below my body, causing me pain every time that they move.\nMistress then gets one of her strap-ons, straps it around my waist,\nand then fucks me, first in my wet cunt, and then in my arsehole.\nEvery thrust makes the weights swing below my body, causing me untold\npain. Even after my Mistress finishes fucking my holes I am left\nthere, in that suspended hog tie, although my Mistress will remove\nthe clamps after half an hour or so.

\n\tOne position that my Mistress\nhas favoured of late is one that I think of as the strappado,\nalthough there is no dropping me from any height. My hands are bound\nbehind my back, and then raised towards the ceiling so that I am on\ntiptoe. It does not take long for my shoulders to be in agony. But I\nam rarely left to suffer merely in that position. My Mistress says\nthe position makes my breasts perfect for whipping, which she\nproceeds to do, using a riding crop to cause my breasts to swing back\nand forth. When she has reddened them enough toothed clamps will be\nattached to my nipples, and heavy weights attached, leaving my\nnipples in constant, agonising tension.

\n\tMistress says that this\n“strappado” is only the beginning and that, eventually, the\nintends to completely life me off the ground by my arms tied behind\nthe back, and then have my legs spread in a split for a severe\ncunr-whipping. That is something to look forward to.

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\nS is for Safe Word: S is for\nsafe word, which I do not possess. My Mistress made clear, at the\nstart of our relationship, that if I ever wanted to become her\npermanent slave that a safe word was a no-no. She would decide what\nmy limits were. I would have to surrender all control. And she made\nit clear that, as time passed, things would become more intense, as\nshe inflicted greater and greater torments upon my helpless body.\nAnd, in the end, I acceded to her wishes to be free of restrictions,\nas I moved in to be her permanent kinky maso slut.

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\nT is for Torture: T is for\ntorture, so wonderfully intense. I am a kinky maso slut, and I like\nto be tortured – although I am not sure that “like” is the\ncorrect word. I have a physical and emotional need to suffer. I do\nnot get any pleasure from the pain, while it is ongoing. But, ah, the\nendorphin rush afterwards, that is what I need. That feels\nincredible. And the more intense the pain, the more endorphins seem\nto be released.

\n\tI have listed some of\nMistress’s favourite torments of my body: bondage, needles,\nelectricity and whips (see Whips, below). But there are others which\nMistress intends to subject me to, in the future. She talks of\nburning me. We already use wax, and Mistress like to drip wax on my\nlarge breasts and then whip it off with her riding crop. She has even\nused molten wax on the inside of my spread cunt. But she intends to\ngo further than that. I have been pricked by hot needles in an\ninterrogation scene. But Mistress wants that to become regular play,\nand to force red hot needles into my breasts – not just through the\nsurface skin, but down into the flesh of my breasts (as I have\nmentioned under Needles).

\n\t“Just imagine it.”\nMistress says. “Red hot needles slowly forcing their way into your\nbig, fat slut breasts, cooking the flesh inside, slowly destroying\nyour tits. Imagine the needles slowly working their way from the\noutside of your breasts inwards, until I put a ring of needles\nthrough your areolae. And then two last needles, down through your\nnipples into your tits. A pair of red hot needles destroying your\nmilk ducts, destroying the inside of your nips…

\n\t“I used to smoke, when I\nwas younger. I am almost tempted to begin smoking again, so that I\ncould singe your cunt with glowing cigarettes. I would start on the\noutside, singeing your outer cunt lips, leaving nasty black marks all\nover them. But then I would use your cunt rings to tie your labia\nopen as wide as possible, tying your rings to your thighs. Your cunt\nwould be open wider than ever before…”

\n\tAs Mistress is saying this my\nhead is between her thighs, my tongue bringing her close to orgasm.\nThe closer she gets, the more sadistic she gets in her thoughts and\nfantasies. \n

\n\t“I would burn you on the\ninside of your slave cunt, totally ruining it.” Mistress continues.\n“I would use a rag to wipe away the cunt juice, so that you would\nhave no defence against the burns, all over your vaginal walls, even\non your cervix. And then… and then I would slowly lower the\ncigarette to your clit, and smoke it as the glowing tip is touching\nthe end of your clit. Aaaargh!”

\n\tAnd with a scream of pleasure\nmy Mistress orgasms, as she reaches the end of that nasty fantasy.

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\nU is for Under the Bed: U is\nfor under the bed, where I sleep. At first, when I moved in, my\nMistress would have me sleep in various places, such as tied up in a\ncupboard, or in bondage on the living room floor, or under the bed\n(and coming out covered with dust bunnies). But in the end Mistress\ndecided that she liked the idea of me being tied up, under the bed,\nas she slept at night. I think that she got it out of some story. So\nshe bought a new, higher bed, and had a drawer constructed on\ncastors. I go in bondage, in that drawer, and am slid under the bed\nat night. Mistress says that I am a sex toy, and that sex toys go\nunder the bed when not in use. \n

\n\tI am not in a great deal of\ncomfort. When I go in the drawer I am plugged up in my urethra and\nanus, so that no accidents can occur. Recently Mistress has begun\nusing a metal anal robe and a metal urethral catheter, and I suspect\nthat it is only a matter of time before they are hooked up to some\nTENS unit, giving me shocks all through the night, while Mistress\nsleeps soundly above me. It is something to look forward to, so to\nspeak. \n

\n\tThere will be no screams when\nthat happens, as I am ball-gagged when I sleep. Only when I have some\ncold, blocking up my nose, does the ball gag not go in. Then, over my\nhead, goes a restrictive leather hood, one with only a pair of holes\nfor my nostrils. There are no eyeholes. Not that such things would\nmatter, anyway, with me basically being in a box under the bed. \n

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\nV is for Vibrators: V is for\nvibrators, of which she has many. Mistress likes to use them on\nherself, as she watches me suffer. The more pain that I suffer, the\nmore that she gets turned on – and the more turned on that she\ngets, the more sadistic, making me suffer. Mistress likes to use the\nvibes on me, pressing the head on the skin near to my clit, edging me\nwith those wonderful vibrations. \n

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\n\tMistress does not just have\nvibes, of course, but also a wide range of strap-ons and dildoes,\nmany of which have never been used on me – yet. I hope that some of\nthem never get used, as some are designed for pain, not pleasure. She\nhas a dildo covered with sandpaper; one covered with sharp spikes,\nand even one which, when you turn a knob, will have sharp needles\ncome out of the sides. \n

\n\tThe longest dildo is an\nabsurd sixteen inches long. She has one shaped like a horse cock, and\na bright red one shape like a dog cock. Mistress likes to watch me as\nI suck on her dog cock dildo. No doubt she is imagining me sucking on\na real dog’s cock. \n

\n\tI suspect that, one day,\nMistress will return home leading a Great Dane… \n

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\nW is for Whips: W is for\nwhips, that so cruelly kiss my skin. Mistress does not only have\nbasic paddles, that crack down on my red backside, but a whole\npanoply of impact instruments – some which get used, and others\nwhich have not been used on me, yet. But the prospect of using a\ncrueller whip on me is always hanging over my head, and some of them\nare mediaeval in nature.

\n\tAt the moment Mistress is\nhappy to play with leather or wooden paddles, or a cane, or a riding\ncrop. Of those whips the riding crop seems to be her favourite,\npossibly because she has the most control with it. And it makes a\nnice sound with it when she swings it through the air. By using\ndifferent amounts of force she can use it almost anywhere on my body,\napart from my face. Her favourite area of impact for the crop is my\nbreasts, on which she likes to leave red lines.

\n\tWHISH!

\n\t“Aargh!”\nI scream in pain as the leather of the riding crop slashes down to\ndraw a line of agony on my right breast. I am bent backwards over a\ngym horse – not a Spanish one – tied so that my breasts are the\nhighest part of my body. I am utterly defenceless, the way that a\nmaso slut should be. \n

\n\tIt is no gentle touch of the\nleather. Mistress uses a lot of force, knowing that I can take it.\nAnd my screams of pain are music to her ears. And, as she steps up\nthe tempo, turning my breasts into spheres of agony, that is the way\nthat it should be.

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\nX is for X-rated: X is for\nX-rated, which all of our activities are. But it is also for what\nMistress likes to read and watch. When not playing with me she likes\nto read stories on the internet, to get ideas of how to torment me in\ncruel and interesting ways. She especially likes some of the more\nsevere stories to be found on the FetLibrary. Of the story sites\nwhich still publish new stories, it is without doubt her favourite.\nHeterosexual scenes do not interest her, only tales featuring women\ntorturing, or pleasuring, other women. \n

\n\tSome of her favourite authors\ninclude PaganWriter, denkira7 and Crowley. She will read the story\naloud while sitting at her computer, her legs spread wide, my tongue\non her clit, as I try to bring her to orgasm before she finishes the\nstory. If my tongue is not good enough I will be punished.

\n\t“…the\nthree nuns take all of their clothes off. They fold up their clothes,\nto stand nude. I can’t help being turned on, looking at their naked\nbodies. My nipples and clit harden. I am told that I will be punished\nfor my lesbian perversions. But I can tell that they are turned on as\nwell, by the thoughts of what they are going to do to me.\t

\n\t“They pick up a length\nof rubber tubing each. Then they proceed to beat my body. One of them\nbeats the soles of my feet. The other two beat my stretched out arms.\nThey carry on for a long time, until my feet are in agony, and my\narms are reddened and bruised. Then they change places. One of them\nbeats my stomach, while the other two work a leg each. Again they\ncontinue until I am red and bruised. I expect them to beat my pussy\nand breast. But the three of them put the length of rubber tubing\naide. Instead each of them picks up specimen tweezers. These are\nlarger than normal tweezers, and have a sharp, pronounced end for\ngrabbing.”\nMistress reads, as I work away on her divine cunt. All the time my\nthoughts turn to Mistress working me over with a length of rubber\ntubing. The thoughts are in her head, now, and it must only be a\nmatter of time. I wonder how long the bruises will take to go down.

\n\tThe nuns move on to torture\ntheir victim with tweezers. But I am concentrating on pleasing\nMistress, not on the story.

\n\t“…Bunsen\nburner, on the table near me…”\nThose words get my attention, and I cannot help listening to the tale\nof torture, wondering if something similar will be enacted on me.\n\n

\n\t“I watch its blue flame”\nMistress\ncontinues..” Then\neach of them picks up a test tube. I watch as Brigit goes first,\nheating the rounded end of the test tube until it glows red. I don’t\nsay anything. I know that begging will do nothing. After how I have\ntreated them I deserve this, and there will be no mercy.

\n\t“I watch, with eyes\nwide, as Brigit brings the glowing end of the tube to my left\nareolae. I feel the heat before it touches me. I try to pull away,\nbut it is impossible. I scream my heart out as the tube burns my\nflesh, leaving a nasty mark.

\n\t“Carol burns my right\nareolae, and I scream again. I am in agony. I bang my head up and\ndown on the table. This is what I will suffer in Hell.

\n\tThen I see that Beatrice\nis between my spread legs with a glowing test tube, and I am very\nscared, as I do not want my pussy to be mutilated by the glowing test\ntube.

\n\t“If you liked the pain\nso far you will love this.” she says, and laughs. She presses the\nglowing tube to my labia, burning it severely as I scream.”\nMistress is very\naroused, now, and I know that she is close to cumming. I would like\nto say that it is only because of my cunnilingual talent. But I know\nthat it is because she is imagining doing those terrible things to\nme. \n

\n\t“They carry on burning\nme, one at a time, giving me time to savour the agony.” Mistress\ncontinues with the story.\n“I can smell my burnt areolae. I can see black marks all around the\nareolae of each breast, circling my nipples. I can’t see my labia,\nbut I know that both outer and inner labia have been burned.

\n\t“Then Brigit holds her\ntest tube in the flame of the Bunsen burner for an inordinate amount\nof time, until the end glows orange. My breathing is very fast, as\nshe brings the glowing orange end up to my nipple.” And\nMistress’s breathing is equally fast, my tongue buried in her\nsopping cunt as far as it will go, my nose rubbing at her clit.

\n\t“She presses it onto my\nnipple, holding it there for what seems like forever, as I scream and\nscream and scream. She does not remove it until my nipple is\nblackened and useless. Then Carol repeats the process with my other\nnipple, cooking it, leaving it a destroyed, blackened stub. \n

\n\t“Despite, or perhaps\nbecause of the pain, I am aroused. A single tongue flick on my\nclitoris and I would orgasm. But that is not to come, for Beatrice is\nheating up the test tube. Then, when it is hot enough to destroy\nflesh, she pulls back my clitoral hood, pressing the test tube down\nonto my clit until it is burned off and I can never orgasm again.”

\n\tAnd\nthat is when my Mistress cums all over my tongue, and I am left\nwondering how long it will be before she acts out that story on me…

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\nY is for Yes: Y is for “Yes!”,\nthe only choice I have now. I do not say no. “No” no longer\nbelongs in my vocabulary. If Mistress asks me if I would like my\nbreasts cropped then the answer is always yes, even if the marks from\nthe last cropping have not yet completely faded away. \n

\n\tMy consent is implied, and\nhas been ever since I moved in to become a permanent slave. It was a\ntotal transfer of power from me to Mistress. If she decided to brand\nme then I would have no say in the matter, and she would brand me.

\n\tAnd that is the way that I\nlike it!

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\nZ is for Zippers: Z is for\nzippers, in my Mistress’s leather jacket and her leather trousers.\nShe likes the look and feel of leather, and I like the look of it on\nher. The sound of the zipper of her jacket being undone has become an\nerotic sound for me, as it presages another session of erotic\ntorment. I like to see her zipper slowly pulled down by her\nred-nailed fingers, revealing that she is not wearing anything under\nthe leather jacket. And each time that I see that zip slide down, and\nthe leather jacket part to reveal the milky slopes of her perfect\nbreasts, my heart skips a beat, as arousal begins in my other heart –\nmy groin. \n

\n\tI see her erect nipples, that\nhave brushed against the inside of her jacket, and I want for nothing\nmore than to worship them. I melt inside, and would suffer any pain,\nany dignity, in order to bring pleasure to my Mistress.

\n\tAnd this concludes this kinky\nmaso slut’s A to Z.

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