A no-limit session with a Dominatrix in Berlin (1)

It was years ago that I went to visit a Dominatrix in Berlin. I arranged a no-limit session, leaving myself at the mercy of the Dominatrix. I didn’t know, at the time, that she didn’t know the concept of mercy. But I found the idea of a no-limits session to be very arousing. The actuality, at the time, was something different. But in looking back at it, I find what I suffered to now be arousing. Not that I would have had the guts to ever go back to her.

A filmed session in exchange for a price reduction

Anyway, as she was a little bit pricey we came to an agreement that I could have a reduction in the cost if she was allowed to film the session. I would have a leather mask on to hide my features. That was fine for me. I liked the idea of being filmed, as long as nobody could tell that it was me. I had a vanilla job which I didn’t want to lose. And these things have a way of coming out. Also, I have found the idea of hoods to be a bit of a turn-on. I have wanked off several times to films of women dominating subs in leather or latex hoods.

The Dominatrix also said that I should not have an erection when I went to see her. She said – her English was excellent, which was good, as my German was very poor – that it would be much worse for me if I was to get an erection during the session. That was where I made my big mistake. I was only thinking with my cock. In my fantasy the harsher the session was the better. So, before I went to see this domme, who I will call Mistress X, I took Viagra, enough to make sure that, by the time I went to see her, I was as hard as I had ever been. I did feel a little nervous ringing the bell, after what she had said. But I was also very excited.

She buzzed me in. I went up to her bondage rooms. It was a pretty large place, with a wooden floor and just about every piece of torture equipment that a male masochist could wish for. There were more whips than I had ever seen before.

Naked with a ball gag and a thick leather hood

She commanded me to get undressed. I could see that three different cameras had already been set up, but not yet turned on. She also had some sort of remote whereby, by pressing a button, she could get a camera to zoom in on the action. It was all in HD, and this was before HD was as ubiquitous as it is now.

I took off my clothes as quickly as I could. She locked them in a chest so that I was not going to leave until she was finished with me. She saw my raging erection and subjected me to a string of invective in German. It was clear that the Dominatrix was not happy that I had disobeyed her. I didn’t tell her that Viagra was the reason that I was as hard as rock.

She got out a mobile phone and made a couple of phone calls. I just about managed to pick up enough of the German to work out that she had canceled a couple of sessions. She put the phone away and turned to speak to me. She told me that she had canceled all of her other sessions for the day and that I would only be let go when I had suffered real torture. That only turned me on even more.

She got out a ball gag and buckled it into my mouth. Then she got a thick leather hood. The hood only had a couple of holes for my nostrils. There were no eyeholes. She fitted it to me, cutting off my sense of sight. I would not be able to see what was happening to me. Luckily, for the purpose of relating this tale, everything was filmed.

The first image in the film is me in bondage!

She sent me a copy of the film. It is something that I have watched many times over the years. I will relate the story as it happened, rather than just my sightless experience. It would be pretty dull otherwise.

Mistress X – not her real name – had me kneel down on the floor between two metal rings set into the wooden floor. She had me kneel with spread legs. She used leather bands to tie my knees to the metal rings. Tied like that, there was absolutely no way in which I could get up. This Dominatrix lowered a chain from the ceiling and clipped it into a ring set into the top of the leather helmet. She tightened the chain until it was taut, and my movements were very restricted. Also, she had me put my hands behind my back. She put thumb cuffs on me, making sure that my arms could not be used to defend myself. Then she left me there to get changed.

She had been wearing normal clothing when I entered her room. But now she changed into something a little more revealing, although I would only see it when I finally got the video. No doubt everybody buying her videos wanted to see a bit of flesh. She turned the camera on when she left the room. The first image in the film is me in bondage

This Dominatrix was an image of cruel sexuality!

Anyway, when she came back she was wearing a leather corset which she had drawn in very tight, giving her an unbelievably narrow waist. She had on thigh-length leather boots; and long black kid gloves, which came halfway up her upper arms. Her black hair was drawn back into a rather severe bun.

She was around forty, I guess, when I went to see her, and she was a buxom woman. Her breasts were large. The tight corset made them look even larger. Her nipples were pierced by silver rings. In the video, as she walked, it was clear that she was completely shaven between her legs. There was the glint of silver rings piercing her labia, three on each side. She was an image of cruel sexuality.

She moved to stand facing me. I was able to hear her moving around. It felt as though she had been gone for ages. But it had only been five minutes. When somebody takes your senses away it can be hard to keep track of time.

She clipped a metal ring onto my scrotum. It was tight, and it made my balls bulge out. There was no way that they would be able to go up into my body. There was nowhere where they could hide.

Kicked in my balls by this no-mercy Dominatrix

She kicked me in the balls. It felt as though she had used all of her strength. Of course, I had not seen the kick coming, so I had not been able to prepare for the pain. Not that you can really prepare for being kicked in the balls.

I tried to curl up in a ball. But the chain to the top of the hood prevented that. All that I could do was scream around the ball gag in my mouth. Had I been able to speak I would have begged for mercy. But the ability to speak had been taken away, and Mistress X had no mercy. It was one of the reasons that had selected her, fool that I was.

The ache in my balls went on and on. It was an ache that only slowly began to relent. Then, just when I was getting on top of the pain, she kicked me again, her right boot squashing my balls brutally. I screamed into the gag a second time. She began swearing at me in German, but I didn’t care or understand what she was saying. I just wanted the ball-kicking to stop. I was coming to the conclusion that I had made a massive mistake in coming to see her.

She kicked me again, another full-force blow. I screamed around the gag again. And again, and again, and again she kicked me. The torture seemed to go on forever. And, all through it, my cock kept its chemically induced erection. The kicking had been supposed to kill my erection. But, obviously, it failed. That only made her angrier.

A different approach to get rid of my erection!

Mistress X decided on a different tack to get rid of my erection. She left me in my bondage as she got out of the electrics. Then, she wheeled over an electric shock device, making sure that the readout would be picked up by one of the cameras. She wanted her avid viewers to be able to see just how high the shocks would be.

A large, crocodile-toothed clamp went on one of my testicles. I screamed into the gag yet again as it was attached to my bruised ball. It was the sort of big, industrial clamp that you might expect to see attached to some truck engine. Then she put some sort of liquid onto a rather large metal sound. The substance was conductive jelly, of course.

The sound was forced into my cock. I groaned as this was a new pain. I had never had a sound in my cock before. Mistress X, this cruel Dominatrix, fucked the sound up and down, raping my penis. She seemed to take great delight in doing so. One of the cameras caught a close-up of her face, with an image of sadistic glee on her features. It was clear that she really enjoyed her job.

Up and down she worked the sound, opening up new areas of pain within my cock, until she managed to get all but the last inch inside me. She used a bit of black tape to make sure that the sound would not slide out. Then she attached the wires: the red cord to the sound, and the black cord to the clamp on my testicle.

A real torture device used by this no-mercy Dominatrix

She began shocking me. This was no electric massager, but a real torture device. It was of a sort which I understand is used by the Chinese to torture dissidents in Tibet. This Dominatrix knew enough not to have it at a dangerous level. I understand that it has to do with the difference between volts and amps, but that is as far as my technical knowledge goes. I moaned as the electricity pulsed between my crushed ball and the inside of my cock.

The readout was only on three, but the pain was a fire that seemed to run up and down my cock. I was sure that it had to be burning the inside, but it just felt like that. Mistress X played with the controls so that I would not know when a shock was coming, or just how powerful it would be. But if she thought that the shock would get rid of my erection then she was wrong. Looking back, I suspect that part of her relished having a large, erect cock to torture in a no-limits session.

She told me that she was leaving me for a few minutes, and that, when she came back, she wanted my erection gone. All that I could do was groan in response. She made sure that one of the cameras had a close-up of the readout. Then she turned it up to ten, the maximum amount. She set the shocks to come every two seconds. And then she left the room (or at least went out of sight of the cameras).

To be continued