Victoria Cayne

Simple Torments

Sometimes it’s the simplest torments that can yield the most exquisite results… especially when you’ve been locked in chastity for over five weeks and the last orgasm you had was a ruined one… And so it was, as I entered Miss Victoria Cayne’s dungeon again this past Fall!

After assisting Mistress with some tasks, I was quickly bound, gagged, and chained to Her St. Andrew’s Cross. After being locked in chastity for so long, the mere sight of Mistress’s magnificent visage was enough to start me dripping. Thankfully, I was quickly blindfolded to help correct my wayward behavior.

No pleasure comes without a price in the sweetly, sadistic world of Miss Victoria Cayne.

Pain came next. Blindfolded and completely overwhelmed, it was almost impossible to tell what fiendish implements were being so skillfully brandished. But smack and after smack came raining down as my pitiful wails echoed through the dungeon. I’m not into pain, but I willingly take it if it pleases my Mistress. Tears welled in my eyes beneath the blindfold as I bit down on my gag and did my best to push myself for Her pleasure.

Having survived the corporal punishment, I was then led to a small bondage table where I was rendered completely immobilized and hooked up to some of Mistress’s myriad of electrical toys, ensuring MVC’s complete domination over Her lowly toy.

I lay on the table, completely restrained, totally helpless, locked, and overwhelmed by sensations.  I stared into Mistress’s cruel, seductive eyes. Her beauty and my predicament so overwhelming that I couldn’t even string together a coherent thought aloud. I just continued to mumble: “Please… please… please…”  MVC’s wonderful laughter ringing out in response through the dungeon. Mistress once again had me exactly where I belonged.

Blindfolded once more, the mind-blowing tease and denial continued. Electricity continually worked over my (Her) body, as vibration was alternated with forced inhalation of Mistress’s sweaty feet. It felt like my (Her) cock was trying to bend curvature of the cage as it strained against the metal bars.

After I had been reduced to a complete, gibbering mess, MVC at last unlocked the metal cage that had weighed upon me for over a month. My existence became a blur of vibration, electricity, feet, and bondage harmoniously orchestrated by Mistress into a symphony of pleasure and pain.

Before long, I was overcome by a torrent of intense feelings as endorphins spread throughout me. And the indelible memory of MVC gently petting my head and whispering, “Good pet,” as I floated down from the outer reaches of sub space.

–slave a

MVC’s Devilish Ways

I began submitting to MVC about 1 year ago and it’s been 12 months of devilishly pushed limits and savoring new experiences.  A recent session typifies how she builds each session as the next step in the journey she’s taking you on.

The day of an impending session with MVC is filled with the pleasant anxiety of not quite knowing  where she’ll take you once you enter the room. This day provided an earlier than usual clue. Two hours before our session I received a text from MVC instructing me to arrive with binder clips attached to my nipples, with weights attached to tug them lower, and my cock and balls bound for her. The last hour of my day was spent finding (and yes, trying on) binder clips that were at least bearable for some period of time and then scrambling for a suitable weight.

By the time I arrived at MVC’s door I was uncomfortable and anxious in the best way possible. I was greeted with a devilish wink and a soft order from MVC… ” Let’s see how well you followed my instructions”. She must have been pleased because it led to sharp twisting and pulling on the clamps and adding another, tighter layer of CBB.

MVC led me by the leash tight around my balls to the me to the opposite side of the room and quickly had me stretched out and spread eagled.  MVC wound more rope around my already tight and swollen balls. She lashed them to the bottom of the bed so any movement stretched them farther away from my body.

My sessions with MVC have always had heavy doses of CBT and Nipple Torment combined with her truly evil tease and denial skills. Early on, she introduced me to the overwhelming sensations of creative play and lying there….stretched out, swollen and open to her every whim I wondered what MVC had in store for me this evening.  I was given a clue when she tugged on a nipple clamp and whispered “How many days were your nipples sore after your last session?”  “Two days, Mistress” I answered.

“Well, we’ll have to do much better than that” was whispered in return.

From there, MVC led me on a ride of eroticism, blissful torment and artfully applied kink. Nipple clamps were put on, tugged, twisted and taken off…only to be replaced by sharp bites, pinches and twists. Pulsating electrics were applied. MVC was there for every sensation, grinning, coaxing and teasing me until all the sensations seemed to run together. Asking for permission to cum eventually became begging; and more begging.

The session ended as they always do. Being completely spent, thankful and anxious for the next stop on MVC’s journey.

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