SW owned by Queen of Pain again

The moment she was done with me was the culmination of many "Oh My God" moments combining into one. This visit had so many changes in energy, it was like the roller coaster ride that feels like it might snap your neck off on the next sudden turn. There was no mercy, often no warning, and certainly no patience for me to endure what was coming next. And like the masochist I am, I loved every second of it. On arriving, I saw that the dungeon is being re-arranged, and that the cross was temporarily stored which allowed for a new restraining experience not to be forgotten. Nice. A better dungeon to serve her in. I got undressed as ordered and went to the throne. There she is with the boots on. I start worshipping those, and the kick starts in short order. There really isn’t a “slow” start any more. The kicks start with enough force to take your breath away and move up to the power to have me screaming through my closed mouth. I was surprised at how much pain I would take and stay in a position of “presenting” for her kicks. She walked around and was now going to town from behind and it was excruciating. It took all I had, but I stayed there taking smash after smash. The Queen of Pain was happy with this and more pain was the reward. Out comes the weapon and she whacks me and I lose it. She comes back in front. Me on my knees and her kicking from the sitting down position. These kicks amaze me the most because she loses NO POWER from this position. I finally scream out and crumble, and she grabs my head, pulls me up, puts her hand over my mouth and wails again. 5 or so more hard kicks on a tender target. No way out. “Look at me!” I try to go down, “NO! Get up!” More kicks. The look on her face showed when the kicks were coming. Her eyes are fierce and intense. She’d tighten her hand over my mouth at the same time. Loud smacks fill the room. My screams of pain went nowhere. Starting to get a little dizzy. She throws me backwards on the last kick of this part of the session. I did, somehow, catch myself. Now she has me bend over the bench contraption I mentioned last time. I had to try and hold the pain in. These booted kicks are coming from down town now. Now she wants me to count the kicks. As the sessions always do, this one is now crossing the insanity barrier. This was just plain nasty. Not restrained by anything but her will for me to stay in place. My will finally broke at somewhere around at 20 more kicks bent over like this. Now to the bed of torture. Yes, they have a bed WITH restraints in this dungeon. Without patience for my inability to stay where she put me, she restrains me. Then puts a gag in my mouth. No scream of pain will leave the room. Off with the boots, a couple of whacks from the weapon, and then one hard barefoot kick blindfolded. Then off with the blindfold, and she is kicking with me looking straight up at those amazing legs demolishing me. Nothing sexier than watching AND feeling a beautiful set of legs snap kicking hard. Another one of those feelings I wish could be bottled and sold. She gets harder and harder, insisting that I look, and the pain just takes over. Screaming through the gag, she silences that by putting her foot OVER THE GAG until I settled down. Her foot is so soft, but she is applying weight to quiet me. She pulls the gag, demands that I stay quiet, and starts smashing again. I hold my mouth closed through about 5 kicks, a scream escapes, and she puts her foot over my mouth again. Now she blindfolds, a few more Kicks, then some eerie silence as she gets closer, then hard knees, with a hand over my mouth as soon as any noise comes out. Then the blindfold is removed, and more kicks and a silencing foot as the pain takes over again. She lets me off the bed, cautions to take it slow as I will be dizzy, (I was) and leads me back to the throne. She holds her hand over my mouth again, and then delivers even more kicks and throws me back one last time. She signals we are done and reminds me to take it slow. As I am walking back to the bathroom, she says “One step at a time.” She was right. I was messed up! Her aftercare involved some conversation about what is going on in our lives. I was putting my shoes on before my pants, and she says. “Oh my God, that would be funny if you left here with no pants.” So, I corrected that and stayed for a bit until my faculties started to return. I am in love with the feeling and high I get from these sessions. What a beautifully wicked, devious mind she has.

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