SLAVE SHADOW part 1_(0)

I was at her feet, eyes lowered, when she told me to start worshipping her pussy. i did so, with so much eagerness to please and practiced fervor – but she would not have it. She grabbed my hair and yanked back and down, making me lose my balance and making me fall on my back from my knees.

“Go over to the training table,” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” i answered, and crawled at her heal across the room, then climbed up on the table, lying flat on my back as was the custom.

“Not like that!” Mistress yelped, grabbing my left breast and yanking me into a sitting position, my legs dangling over the end of the table.

i nearly cried in frustration at not being able to please my Mistress lately, while i waited and watched Her fish a plastic bag out of Her pocket.

She emptied the bag behind me onto the table. Reaching behind me, She found a ball gag with a strap and secured it to my mouth. This was so unusual – i usually did not get gagged unless i was severely punished when we had guests. i suppose She was not in the mood for conversation.

She reached behind me and came back with some sticky, strong packing tape and a couple of small cones. The cones were black and looked and smelled like the incense which comes in the form of cones – about 1 inch high, with a 1/2 inch wide base. They then taper off to a point on top. I couldn’t imagine what She was going to do with these.

“Hold your hands straight up above your head,” She ordered.

i complied immediately, as She tore off an approximately 3 inch by 3 inch piece of packing tape off the large roll. She then placed the base of one of the small incense cones on the tape. The next thing she did was the beginning of a 5-hour long torture, the likes of which i cannot remember ever enduring, or even imagining!

She placed the pointy end of the cone on my nipple, dead-center, and pressed it into my flesh. It did not penetrate, but only served to push my nipple back into my tit-flesh a full inch. She then pressed the tape against my flesh, hard, making it stick tight. And then pulled off another, larger piece of tape and secured it over the first one. The pain was nothing in comparison to the desire that washed over me from this incredible stimulation.

My nipple wanted to be carressed – for this sensation to move over my nipple – for some kind of motion and further pinching or rubbing. But no – it was this steady pressure – this slow – intense building of desire – as the warm sensation washed over me, projecting straight into my clit.