So my new Domme friend spent the afternoon with us. I provide only a flavour of highlights here because I have started working on Volume 12 of my published journals and the visit will be a full entry in that volume.
With half hour to go before Mistress Nicola arrival, bitch-boy was dressed in his black and white maid’s uniform and could not have been more anxious, fretful, miserable and despondent. I kept rubbing salt into the wound, asking what he though Mistress Nicola would think of him so attired, and if she would laugh at his pretty curtseying, etc.
While it transpired to be the case that inflicting humiliation was less important to Mistress Nicola than inflicting physical discomfort, bitch-boy was certainly very, very humiliated anyway! But the physical discomforts were considerable. Twice, bound face down over the dining table for some SERIOUS punishment with every implement I possess. NO mercy, NO pity. He had a purpose to suffer for our pleasure and suffer he did!
On the BDSM bed, with coolness and determination, (among other things), Mistress Nicola made sure his clitty received very, very thorough coverage with the nettles. NO mercy, NO pity. He had a purpose to suffer for our pleasure and suffer he did!
Before we left him for an hour in TSD, while we went out and sat in the sun, my most sadistic side emerged and I gave the offending object a very thorough coating with the Deep Heat roll-on applicator, (by way of demonstration). I don’t know if the deep Heat reacted with the nettle stings or it was simply the extensiveness of the coating, but much sobbing and whimpering followed us as we walked from the room and downstairs.
Much, much more must yet be written about, in fine detail!