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From: Patricia Marsh <pmarsh@toclo.com>
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Subject: St: Mistress Patricia Marsh punishes Her unchaste slave for being a filthy masturbator
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Date: Mon, 07 May 2007 04:42:46 +0000
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Mistress Patricia Marsh, Headmistress of the Patricia Marsh House of
Domination in Toronto Canada (http://www.patriciamarsh.com/) has
permitted me to post this true story of my public servitude, taken from
my slave journal. i have served Her happily for 12 years as Her maid,
secretary, and whipping boy, faithfully and obediently accepting Her
total control of my sexuality. For the past six years She has denied me
permission to touch Her penis, pierced with an ampallang and PA as a
reminder of Her ownership, and has required that i seek sexual relief
solely by penetrating myself anally until the ejaculate dribbles from
the unused organ. Even permission for this release is granted no more
than once a week, sometimes only every couple months, and only if
Mistress is satisfied with my performance. Years earlier, i received a
foretaste of Mistress' jealous control of my sexuality growing when She
punished me for touching myself, back when this was still conceivable,
without permission.
Punishment for a disobedient self-abuser (Femdom; bond; S/M; paddle;
edgy)
My Owner and Goddess, Mistress Patricia Marsh had summoned me to Her
lair for a serious behaviour modification session. i approach Mistress'
studio with a great deal of trepidation mixed with anguished guilt, and
a surprising hint of arousal, realizing that i will be harshly punished
for my terrible crime. i am ashamed and distressed at my disobedience
and complete and utter stupidity at having disregarded Mistress'
express injunction against masturbating myself, and against using any
sort of fetishistic behaviour upon myself. i had taken a q-tip and
slid it up my urethra, my tight little pee-slit, and fucked my cock
with it. The novelty of this treatment had so intrigued me when i read
of it that i allowed myself to be carried away by my greedy little
slave cock and my own disgusting horny sluttishness, getting myself so
crazed with shameful animalistic lust that i touched my cock, slowly
overcome with arousal until i began to hesitantly masturbate myself,
finally so utterly losing control as to accidentally discharge my cock.
I am especially ashamed when i recall Mistress' disappointment and
anger that i had not confessed the fault spontaneously, but only
through Mistress' interrogation, and that i had done so after my
Goddess had shown such mercy upon Her slave as to allow him the
incomparable privilege of jerking off his pathetic slave cock in Her
awe-inspiring presence. The enormity of so many faults so quickly and
thoughtlessly compounded in one brief shameful moment of uncontrolled
lust makes me shudder with regret as i recall how i had faithfully
followed Mistress' express instructions and obeyed Her strict order to
abstain entirely from my habitual sordid activity of manipulating my
worthless prick for more than a month. I am desperate to atone for my
terrible rebellious disobedience.
My Mistress appears before me dressed sternly in a form-fitting
black leather skirt and a simple long-sleeved jersey, showing off the
cleavage of Her magnificent full breasts and womanly hips. I abase
myself ashamedly before Mistress, my face pressed to the floor, my eyes
averted, on my knees, my arms forward in supplication and my hips and
buttocks high to display my submissiveness and humility. I beg
Mistress to allow me to kiss Her feet, but Mistress coldly orders me to
strip myself entirely naked, forgoing g-string and butt-plug, and She
swiftly fastens a high tight posture collar, imprisoning my throat and
holding my head high and immobile. Mistress attaches a leash and leads
me up the stairs on my hands and knees.
"You have disobeyed Me, slave," Mistress says, in a chillingly stern
and measured voice, "and you have disappointed Me with your filthy
sluttishness, your shameful, willful disobedience and dishonesty." I
knelt trembling in front of My exquisite demanding Empress, my head
bowed in shame, trying hard to hold back tears, aching for the
opportunity to speak and to beg Mistress' punishment, more deeply hurt
by the disappointment in Mistress' voice and Her displeasure than by
any amount of physical torture.
No display of repentance would have been truly sufficient and i am
still ashamed of the feebleness of my halting and incoherent attempts
to beg Mistress' to take out Her justified rage on my hide.
"So this is how you respond to My benevolence and generousity,
slave?" Mistress continues, as i remain paralyzed in anguished silence.
"I graciously allow you to relieve that drooling little worm that
dangles from between your legs after a paltry month of abstinence and I
find you shoving all manner of objects up that disgusting little prick.
You fucking shithead, you sneaky disobedient greedy little slut, you
aren't t fit to lick the ground your Mistress walks on, to suck the
filth from the shoes of so gracious, thoughtful and generous a Goddess,
or even to lap up the cold piss from your Mistress' toilet. Believe
Me, slave, your disgusting, greedy little slave cock is going to
receive lots of special attention. It deserves to be brutally
tortured, and will be."
"Yes, Mistress," i dutifully respond, "thank you, Mistress, i
deserve to be most brutally punished, Mistress."
In my utterly degrading slutty horniness, i feel my cock twitch and
harden in arousal at the thought of having the offending member
subjected to searing pain in well-deserved and appropriate punishment
for my sinful lust and disobedience towards my omniscient Goddess. It
is only right that this disgusting pathetic greedy little prick be made
to bleed and suffer until it is far too ravaged even to endure my
sordid jerk-off games. Mistress determines to make the punishment
perfectly fit the crime.
"First, slave, I must torture those hands with which you dared to
touch My personal property, using for your own sordid pleasure a cock
fit only to be used or tormented for the entertainment of its proper
Owner. Then I will turn My attention to that impertinent little slave
prick itself."
Mistress takes up a long, firm, vicious-looking strap, fashioned out
of hard rubber, light and sharp and practically rigid. Mistress orders
me to hold out my hands and i wince a little already, recalling my last
experience of this deceptively harsh and menacing torture on the soft
sensitive yet resilient tissues of my fingers and palms. Mistress'
bright eyes glitter with dark menace as i steel myself for the slap of
leather on skin.
"Alright, boy, beg for your well-deserved punishment. Beg for each
blow, count it out clearly, and thank Me humbly for correcting your
faults."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress. Please beat me, Mistress."
Mistress does not hold back, flushed with righteous anger,
determined to beat some sense into Her foolish and inexperienced
slaveboy. Mistress' stinging whacks make me wince and tremble as i
struggle to speak.
"One, Mistress, thank you Mistress."
"You are welcome, slave," Mistress replies with a diabolical smile
and a certain graceful formality.
Mistress proceeds with the ritual, beating my quivering palm again
and again. Her masterful and authoritative bearing keep me spellbound
as i helplessly call out the number of each blow and thank Mistress
with all of the passionate sincerity of true repentance. As my voice
begins to strain and crack, Mistress' stunning dark beauty takes on a
special radiance and the air is charged with electricity as each blow
seems to rain down with ever greater alacrity and flourish. The
burning in the flesh of my hands is searing and seemingly unbearable.
I choke back sobs and look up supplicatingly at Mistress and i feel
myself becoming ever more aroused, my cock twitching, the hairs on the
back of my neck rising, a jolt running over my entire body as Mistress
raises the strap again and hesitates, smiling unforgettably as it
remains poised above my hand and i hold my trembling hand still, open,
and offered to the blow which i know will come. I am shuddering, the
impulse of my bright red tortured palm to pull itself back overcome by
the incredible arousing excitement of this intoxicating moment of pure
surrender.
The strap cracks on my hand like a lightning bolt and i grimace
uncontrollably and catch my breath. my hand shakes as i look at it
blushing bright red, flexing the palm with some difficulty. I take
another breath and thank Mistress with as much sincerity and feeling as
my choked voice can muster.
With each blow i am lost even further in my adoration for Mistress
Patricia, my hand is singing out with pain as my cock is on fire and my
knees are weak, a voluptuous swooning feeling of utter surrender
coursing over my body as i feel myself so close to Mistress. There is
an intoxicating intimacy of pain and lust and desire linking us, Her
senses awakened and sharpened as i am racked closer and closer to the
limit of my endurance, only to find the limit evaporate away in the
flash of Mistress' beautiful dark eyes. I hunger for more blows,
savouring each more than the next at the same time that i wonder that
the skin of my palm is not cracking and blistering, so intensely is it
burning. As Mistress closes in upon the twenty straps for my left hand
which She prescribed, Mistress disallows several as insufficiently
solid, smiling broadly each time, scintillating with playful delight as
my face drops, teasing me wonderfully with a mocking expression of
sympathy each time i look up pleadingly, begging for some small mercy.
After what seems like an eternity, Mistress is satisfied with the
state of my raw throbbing right hand, and is ready to attend to the
left, doing so with no less *lan. I shudder at what awaits me next as
Mistress orders me to put my bright red puffy hands, swollen and
burning terribly, behind my head as i offer my worthless stunted slave
cock for Mistress' attentions. It is already rock-hard and literally
dripping pre-come, powerfully affected by the first torture session.
The strap crashes down on it with stinging blow after stinging
blow, my cock pulsing and twitching after each with intense excitement
and lust, even as i shudder with the mounting pain. Unlike my tender
hands, my cock, though sensitive, is fortified by being engorged with
blood, each blow both torturing my cock and arousing it further. Yet
Mistress' masterful strokes are so powerful and deftly aimed that i am
soon straining with all my might to keep my hips thrust out and my cock
exposed and vulnerable, thanking Mistress for each avenging stroke,
vigorously demonstrating Her outrage with my affront to Her majesty,
using and abusing my cock as it deserves.
When Mistress decides that my greedy cock has had enough bruising
and battery for today She commands me to crawl on my hands and knees to
get the Tiger Balm ointment and orders me to swath my burning member
with it. As if this wasn't painful enough, Mistress takes a wicked
diabolical leather device with hundreds of sharp chrome pins tightly
spaced together all along its surface, carefully designed to be bound
tightly around my inflamed pulsing cock, seared with the growing heat
of the ointment, and now pricked all over its sensitive surface by
these vicious spikes.
"Now that I have your hands and cock burning, slave, it is time to
heat up your slut ass to the same temperature."
Mistress takes a pair of handcuffs and ratchets one end tightly
around my burning cock and balls, the other around my offending right
hand, fastening them in close proximity as if to simulate my impious
disgusting act. My other hand is fastened behind my back, attached
firmly to a thick leather waist belt, which is in turn firmly connected
by a chain to the ceiling. My collar is bound by another heavy chain
to the floor so i must bend over at the waist, presenting my ass and
thighs, keeping the skin and muscles and sinews of my buttocks
stretched taught so each blow will land with the greatest possible
impact. Finally, Mistress shackles my legs well apart with a nearly
three foot spreader bar.
Taking the same strap which had brutalized my now tender hands,
Mistress rained down stinging blows all over my taut spread buttocks,
taking particular delight in reddening the sensitive areas between my
asscheeks, the firm strap lapping near my exposed and vulnerable balls
and the tender area between asshole and balls. Mistress was careful to
draw my torture out, to savour it fully as She chastised me in the most
calculating and controlled manner. After perhaps fifteen or twenty
blows of the strap, my entire ass was blushing brightly and hot to the
touch. Each new stroke made me shudder involuntarily and struggle to
remain in place in this painful, unnatural, and restrictive bondage. I
didn't know what hurt more, my strained quadriceps or hamstrings, my
bruised backside, or my burning cock, tormented with the searing
ointment and a thousand jabbing pin-pricks which only intensified as my
cock throbbed in arousal at my awe of Mistress' incomparable dominance.
Mistress turned to the crop now, interspersing stinging bites of the
leather cracker with even more sadistic strokes of the rigid
fibre-glass shaft, leaving livid swollen welts and deep bruises tearing
into my thighs and ass. Mistress beat me until i was whimpering and
moaning and begging for mercy, my thighs trembling and torso bobbing
slightly within its restricted scope for movement. Throughout,
Mistress reminded me how much i deserved to be punished, telling me
what a selfish little slut i was, how She expected to control every
aspect of my sexuality, and would jealously ration out every orgasm,
every moment of pleasure according to Her own whim. With every new
volley of blows from the crop, Mistress would break me down further,
reminding me of my disobedience and of Her displeasure, until She
brought me to sobs.
Mistress now freed me from my bondage, and i was allowed to grovel
on the floor at Her feet and to show my gratitude my covering Mistress'
lovely feet with passionate kisses.
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