In a secret location in Sydney two experienced BDSM mistresses and one trainee mistress are preparing themselves for Slave Day attended to by the dedicated and charming slave girl M.
The concentration and focus on the faces of Mistresses Tara and Anna is clear. They are preparing themselves for the physical and mental rigours of the day ahead – the fine art of balancing pain and painful pleasure in the minds and bodies of slaves brave enough to come to play with us.
Mistress Tara dresses simply, elegantly and with the same precision that she uses in her slave sessions. A deceptively simple burgundy and black lace corset, black skirt, shiny knee boots and classic makeup defining her pretty features and she is physically ready for the day ahead. To look at her you would not think that she had a sadistic bone in her body unless you have been privileged to watch her at work.
Mistress Anna is resplendent in shiny purple and black – statuesque with sky high patent leather thigh boots tightly encasing her famously toned legs.
Mistress Tara has been training me as an assistant mistress for three months. I was lucky enough to be invited to an interview and thereafter to assist at the first Slave Day of 2011. Mistress Tara has a savage wit and incisive mind that I admire enormously and I was absolutely delighted to be offered the chance to train with her.
Today, I have dressed for the occasion in my favourite black and white 5 and half inch trampling heels, white leather corset, and lace blouse, tight black leather skirt sheer lace topped stockings. The visual image of me trying to simultaneously trying to lace Mistress Tara into one of her famous corsets in front of the mirror and balance on my precarious spikes makes me smile internally.
There are a number of slaves joining us today. Mistress Tara tells us about Slave H. He has a high sex drive and appears to be unable to control himself even with the aid of a long steel padlock that Mistress Tara has inserted through the glands of his penis. He has mentioned to Mistress Tara that he is convinced that if he uses a condom to keep the padlock in place he will be able to indulge in sexual intercourse. Needless to say, Mistress Tara is not amused. Slave H is under her control and he must learn to accept his vow of chastity as he accepts the jab of steel corners in his thighs and testicles daily. When Slave H comes into the room he further disrespects Mistress Tara by asking for the key to his padlock. She is coldly amused and tells him that he will regret his attempts to subvert her authority over his errant penis. I can attest that he did regret it not that long thereafter.
Another slave has made a fatal error of judgments. Mistresses Anna and Tara notice a foul smell when he enters the room. Mistress Tara grabs him by the ear, pulls him roughly towards her, sniffs the air around him and pronounces that he has been smoking. This is against the rules of both Mistresses and he is to be punished.
His punishment is to submit to a cold shower, tongue clean and forced mouth wash. Mistress Anna and I take him to the bathroom, scrub his mouth and tongue with soap and his body with a coarse sponge until his skin is bright pink and he finally screams 'Mercy'. Luckily for him by that time he smelled considerably better. Let this be a lesson to future slaves – Mistresses Tara and Anna like clean smelling boys with nice breath. If you must smoke, please do so at least an hour before you arrive at Slave Day.
There followed a fun filled day of candle wax torture, flogging, sensory deprivation, forced bi-sexuality, cock and ball torture (including a bit of testicle stabbing with a stiletto heel), trampling, pegging and NEEDLES.
Needles are a particular speciality of Mistress Tara's. She chooses each needle with the precision of a surgeon and teaches me how to grab the skin, pierce it and create beautiful patterns. She instructs me assiduously. "Always use sterile needles and check the use by date" she says as she cleans her 'willing' victim with antiseptic alcohol "you would be surprised how many people forget". Mistress Tara was once a registered nurse and her scrupulous attention to cleanliness is reassuring. The calm way in which Mistress conducts the procedure calms my nerves. I want to see the effect of the endorphins released by the needle play so I watch and listen closely as Mistress Tara pinches little flaps of genital skin between her latex clad fingers. Slowly and steadily she decorates the slave's ball sack, the shaft of his cock, his foreskin and finally the head of his cock with a fairly thick gauge of needle.
Mistress Tara is a patient and terrific teacher – 'your turn" she smiles at me. I am trying desperately hard not to stab myself with the needle. "Look for the exit point you want" Mistress Tara says quietly. It is surprisingly easy to push the needles through, the slave flinches slightly at the entry of the needle before the endorphins start to kick in. By the time that we have finished, our slave looks like he is inhabiting a separate and very happy parallel universe apart from the rest of us.
That night at home after I have bathed and relaxed and enjoyed foot and ankle massage (an essential after wearing killer heels for 7 hours straight) I found myself revisiting the needle landscapes that Mistress Tara had created on the flesh of her slaves through the day.
I shall be looking forward to playing with more needles and slaves under the guidance of the Mistresses on the next Slave Day.
Written by Mistress Silk; Apprentice to
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