by slave t
B.D.S.M. The Story of Lady Jane Part 2
I finished work at lunchtime on Friday, on arriving home I was ordered to make Lady Jane a cup of coffee and load the car. I had packed the two suitcases the night before also a small rucksack with various whips, ropes, chains, sex toys and torture devices. I was also to pack the camcorder, tripod and spare batteries, having done this I then went back into the kitchen to make my Mistress’s coffee. On returning to my Mistress with the coffee I was ordered to strip, she then handed me the five gates of hell, a small ring which just fits over my balls with extreme difficulty and told to put them on, after she finished her coffee we set off on a long weekend to Wales.
As we were leaving it had started raining, she said jokingly that this would dampen my ardour, and if so it would be all the worse for me as she demanded a great weekend. Driving along we stopped off and had something eat, Lady Jane had a bottle of wine with her meal I was allowed water, having finished we set off. Around 3.30 pm she ordered me to pull over at a parking spot next to a large forest. It was drizzling, she told me to get the rucksack and the camcorder. On entering the forest she told me to put the rucksack and camcorder down, to strip naked with the exception of my boots for protection, she rummaged through the rucksack and found the ankle to ball chains after I put these on she gave me the small length of chain which goes between my ankles allowing a stride of about 9″, and locked them with padlocks, this was going to be difficult.
Pick up the rucksack and camcorder and follow me she ordered, we walked for about a mile, (which seemed like ten to me as I had only a nine inch stride) eventually she saw what she must have been looking for and we moved off the path through some quite heavy undergrowth, I was instructed to go in front and she would direct me, so that I could keep the branches etc. from catching Lady Jane. After about another half a mile, I was told to stop I was lacerated, bleeding from a large number of small cuts caused by the undergrowth Lady Jane did not help by pushing me into the middle of a rather large pile of cuttings, put the rucksack and camcorder on the ground.
It was a small clearing surrounded by a number of trees. I then set up the camcorder on it’s tripod and emptied the rucksack as instructed by my Mistress, by this time it had stopped raining, I was cold and drenched. She got the ropes tying one to each wrist and the same with my ankles, having done this she then tied the other ends to two trees. My wrists to some branches about eight feet high and my ankles to the bottom of the tree trunks, spread-eagle.
She then shoved a ball gag into my mouth and buckled it up very tightly, blind folded me saying that this would stop me from scaring the wildlife. Then she proceeded to whip my cock and balls with the riding crop, when she stopped I felt her touching my balls but this was only to clip three lead fishing weights to the ball ring, which she let drop about twelve inches before the attached chain pulled them up short and my balls down hard.
When the weights had stopped moving she started kicking them making them swing back and forth ever higher they went until suddenly they fell straight down, snapping my balls with some considerable force, she done this several times all the while stroking my penis paying particular attention to the head.
Lady Jane informed me that she was going for a walk and told me not to go away, I thought at first she was joking but I realized she meant it, as I could hear her walking away through the undergrowth. I started to panic as I did not know whether she had gone back to the car or was just a few yards away laughing at my discomfort, after what seemed like a hour, (this was probably about ten minutes) Lady Jane returned. She then said that I was in for a treat this did worry me as I know how her mind works.
I then felt the cat o’ nine tails on my back then my sides and across my ass she moved around me and I thought she was going to whip my cock and balls, but she let me simmer for a couple of minutes. I felt her stroke my balls very gently with something and through and up towards my anus, suddenly whipping my cock with whatever she had tickled my balls with (only six strokes). She then moved away leaving me to wonder what it was that she had used, I did not have wait long as my balls started to heat up madly, followed by my anus then my cock, she had used nettles and they stung like hell.
My blindfold was taken off and I could see her standing there, she was wearing a tight fishnet dress, G-string, no bra and high boots, she had hidden these under her coat. As I watched she started to touch herself and stated that she would need licking out, she continued with the show for approximately half an hour it was extremely erotic, my cock and balls were now about bursting point between the show she was putting on and the heat of the nettle stings. Suddenly she stopped, came up to me and brushed the head of my cock, which was now bear as the five gates of hell had drawn my foreskin back, she had again used the nettles, the head of my prick was now glowing like a blast furnace and was twice the size in diameter that any of the two of us, my Mistress and I, had ever seen before especially my cock as it was now about two and a half to three inches in diameter and absolute bloody agony, the last ring of the gates of hell was slightly smaller than the rest of the rings causing the head of my dick to be larger than normal but not allow the blood flow back to my body therefore the head of my dick grew and grew like Pinocchio’s nose but in diameter rather than length and also in agony , but all she done was laugh and crush my balls between the heels of both her hands.
While I writhed in agony she untied my wrists and told me to lie down, then tied my wrists to two tree trunks at my back which >(again spread-eagle on my back). She said I deserved twelve strokes from the cat o’ nine tails, which she duly gave me on my upper body as well as my cock and balls. I was now in agony for release, my ass was on fire, which only added to my excitement, my balls felt like they had, had molten lead poured over them my prick was on bloody fire. On stopping she then jumped on my face telling me to get on with her orgasm and that I had better not cum, she was facing my feet. She then brushed the nettles along my inner thighs over my balls and onto my cock; she did this again to my other leg finishing at my navel. Her breathing was getting shorter she was crushing my nose and chin, I could hardly breathe. As she came she really whipped my balls with the nettles, so she then raked her nails from my knees to my balls over my cock to my naval several times, drawing blood this sent her over the top as she my Mistress would call it [a 10 out of 10]. She stood up went to walk away then said “NO” and walked back towards me, as she approached she lifted her boot and crushed the head of my prick under the sole then twisted it as if stubbing out a cigarette. When she finished crushing my prick she moved up towards my head moved her G-string to one side and urinated all over my face, it ran into my eyes, mouth and up my nose making me choke, when she had finished emptying her bladder, she sat on my chest and dried her vagina on my chest hair, she then sat at the bottom of a tree for a few minutes to rest.
When she calmed down she untied me gave me a dock leaf (these relieve the stinging) telling me to dress but to leave the chains on except for the short length between my ankles. Before I dressed she asked if I had packed the barbed wire I had been instructed to make, at work as an engineer I knew that normal barbed wire is just to stiff to use, she then wound this around my cock and balls tight enough to ensure that the spikes were digging in, further to check they were she squashed the wire as I squealed she had the biggest grin I have ever seen, “that will give you something to think about and teach you not to speed I may just leave it on you all night”. We then walked back to the car, and continued on our journey.
The rest of the weekend is another story.
