My Dominant Mistress locks the closet door with two turns of the key, leaving me alone in total darkness, terrified at being delivered to the merciless and sadistic Naomi.
I don’t know how long I remain locked in the closet, sweating under the plastic wrap, unable to make the slightest movement. Soon, the slightly acrid taste of my Mistress Domina’s stockings gradually fades as my saliva soaks them. I start to doze off, waking up occasionally with a start, only to realize nothing has changed.
What time could it be?
After an endless wait, a door slams, putting me on alert. Could it be the fearsome Naomi?
Naomi’s Sadistic Unveiling
I quickly get my answer. The closet door swings open violently. I blink several times before my vision returns to something resembling normal.
It’s her. Her slender silhouette towers over me. Her face, with its high cheekbones, is refined but gives her a terribly cruel air. I’m terrified, yet I feel a powerful excitement. Her long, jet-black hair is tied back in a ponytail. She wears bright red lipstick, a small white blouse, and a short skirt over very dark black stockings. I hadn’t noticed last time how breathtakingly arched her back was.
- “Your Dominant Mistress has authorized me to do whatever I want,” she announces in her high-pitched voice. “Apparently, you need to be punished. Perfect, I have plenty of ideas.”
Her little smile sends chills down my spine. She pulls the wheeled table I’m strapped to into the bedroom, out into the open.
- “If you can’t handle what I’m about to do to you, you must scream three times into your gag. I’ll release you, but you’ll never come back here. You’ll have failed. Understood?”
I nod.
- “Good.”
Naomi’s Tormenting Dance
After locking the wheels, she climbs onto the table, standing above me, perched on glossy black high heels. She begins by crushing my face. Quickly, she moves to trampling my protruding testicles under the chastity cage. I moan into my gag with each press. Then she turns her attention to my little bird, running the tip of her index finger over my exposed glans. The sensation is electrifying. My sex tries to harden but fails, which doesn’t escape Naomi’s notice.
She giggles with delight, never stopping her diabolical movements. It lasts an eternity! She never tires of teasing me with her fingers, her saliva dripping onto my sex, a dreadful feather she uses to tickle me while caressing my testicles. I can’t take it anymore; my sex is dripping with semen.
She climbs back onto me, straddling my face, and begins grinding back and forth over my nose. I come into contact with the crotch of her stockings and her panties. I smell her scent and feel her bulge. I’d love to taste her, but she doesn’t seem inclined to grant me that pleasure. Then she removes one of her heels and starts rubbing her stockinged foot all over my face, slipping her big toe into my nostrils.
Naomi’s Taunting Liberation
I’m brought to a boiling point.
- “You didn’t seem to enjoy it yesterday when I used you as toilet paper,” she whispers in my ear. “Would you like to try again today?”
Of course, I nod furiously. I’m so aroused, I’d beg for it.
“Even if I do the big one?”
I’m not so sure anymore. Does she really want to go that far? But I mustn’t refuse anything, or I risk being banished.
So, I timidly nod yes.
- “In your dreams only—you’ll never have me!”
She laughs with pleasure before stepping down from the table. She leaves the room and returns armed with scissors to cut through the thick layer of plastic wrap that’s turned me into a mummy.
I admit, it’s an immense relief; my body is glistening with sweat.
- “Stand up!”
Still gagged, I comply. Being able to move and stretch my muscles feels incredible.
- “Stand still, no moving! I find you utterly unpresentable—all that hair disgusts me! We’re going to fix that.”
Naomi’s Ruthless Waxing Ritual
With an ominous smile, she pulls out sticky strips typically used in beauty salons. She decides to start a full-body waxing, beginning with my chest.
It’s the first time I’ve gone through this while free to move, but there’s no question of pushing her away or making a wrong move. I know this is part of the test, and I must endure it.
Naomi starts with my chest, applying the strips and yanking them off to rip out the hair. The first pull catches me off guard, and I let out a muffled cry. I understand why she left the gag on. The pain makes me double over, followed by an intense burning sensation where the skin is now bare. But I hold firm, straightening up, breathing heavily through my nose. Naomi continues, mercilessly. Each rip makes me moan and tremble from head to toe. I see she’s taking immense pleasure in it. Her smile is cruel, her eyes filled with sadistic joy.
After my chest, it’s my legs, then my arms, my buttocks. Of course, she saves the best for last: my private parts.
When she tortures my testicles, I cry from the pain.
Into the Dungeon’s Shadow
Once the process was complete, my entire body was raw, but I didn’t beg for mercy—I held on!
Naomi steps back to admire her work.
- “That’s much better. You looked like a monkey. But this is only the beginning of your cleansing. For the next part, I’ll have to restrain you again to avoid any surprises. The real ordeal starts now. Follow me to the Dungeon!”
The room of Madame, my Dominant Mistress, reserved for punishments.
I dread the worst.
To be continued…
