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An unexpected holiday

As a 40 year old man I have had a good life with sexual activity being one of my main pursuits from which I have had both great pleasure and a frustrating lack of My desires being achieved .As a married man I found the ?normal ?sexual   pleasures quite easy to find but my true desires had to be hidden away which occasionally made me feel quite low and unsatisfied.

From being a quite young man I did stray from the straight path with the infrequent slight detour from normal sexual activity being carried out in secret and alone. I would sometimes devise ways of inflicting pain or discomfort on myself which was usually quite short in duration and left a distinctly unsatisfied me with a few minor wheals in places I could cause minor damage to myself .  These little forays into pain took place when I new I would be alone for a week or so and thus the marks I made on my own skin would have time to fade before it was likely someone would see me naked and start to question the source of the marks. Wanking was a big part of the procedure and would lead to me ejaculating 2 or 3 times in a quite short time. On such a day I may well go into the country side to a remote place and maybe cut a few branches then drop my pants and take a few hurried strikes on my backside or upper thighs, it was usually a short lived thrill leaving me with a few light stripes but nothing that would cause scarring and would usually disappear after maybe 1 or 2 days. Some times I would collect fresh nettles whilst wearing gloves and then either try to thrash myself or simply show them into my underpants encasing that area in a wreath of stinging leaves which I would then  try to ignore and act normally for anything up to half an hour before removing the leaves and inspecting the array of little white irritating spots The results were usually a bit more memorable as the itching could go on for days although the majority of spots ceased their effect and disappeared in a short time.

As I have aged my attempts  at causing pain became more risky and on a holiday in a vary remote part of northern England I was having a bit of a silly moment whilst concealed from any possible viewers and many miles from the nearest civilisation or so I thought.

I had carried out my little bit of self  abuse and was on the glory strokes of a finalising wank when I heard a cough from a shot distance behind me. I turned to the noise and cum dripped from my cock into the trousers I had around my ankles. About ten metres away stood a woman looking directly at my genitals and smirking whilst fondling a double barrelled shotgun in her hands. She did not threaten or indeed look alarmed simply smirking and very self assured standing her ground and quite calmly in a not unpleasant voice she started to speak.

I bent to pull my trousers up to cover my embarrassment and only then did she raise her voice in a commanding ?leave then as they are ?I was told to sit and when I was sat she approached and placed a noose of thick string around my neck and over the lower branch of a nearby tree securing it to the branch. She informed me that the noose was actually part of a trap she used to catch rabbits and it automatically tightened  with a sort of ratchet locking action and I was not to move as it would be difficult to remove if it did in fact tighten due to my own pulling.

Sitting in front of me just a few yards away she began asking question ?What had I been doing? and having been seen very clearly I told the truth whilst apologising and particularly stressing how I had thought to be alone and intended no harm to anyone but myself.

Amazingly she seemed quite at ease and understanding. The talk became more of a conversation between two adults and her matter of fact manner allowed me to open up about my personal feelings in a way which until then would have been unimaginable.

It came out that she had until she inherited quite a lot of money been an engineering designer and from what she said had her self a bit of a bent for similar sexual activities to myself but with her having a mildly sadistic streak as against my masochistic traits.

After what seemed like hours I was told to stand and pull up my trousers which felt quite uncomfortable due to the splattered spunk which not lay in sticky clumps at several points in my pants, the rope was released from the tree bough and held in her hand whist standing behind me and I was directed to walk slowly the course she set.

After around half an hour we came to a dry stone wall approximately 6 foot high which surrounded a beautiful and yet the most remote house I had ever seen .Entering the building she locked the door and told me to sit near a door to which she attached the roped noose loosely we had a cup of tea and whist she was busy in the kitchen I attempted to loose the noose around my neck  I could not get the noose to slacken and as I could not actually see the latching mechanism resigned myself to simply waiting for her to take further action.

We chatted generally on all manner of subjects with sometime seemingly strange and obscure information being gathered by my captor.

She informed me her name was Raquel she was 35 and to avoid me having further problems during my 2 weeks holiday would allow me to stay with her in the house as her special guest during which time we could both explore our sexual proclivities hopefully to our mutual benefit .

For her own safety although she was a powerfully built athletic woman and I a 5 foot 6inch wimp in comparison, I would have to wear some sort of restrictive harness to reduce any risk to my new found mentor.

As we talked I began to appreciate the ingenuity of my new friend and though the house seemed completely unconnected to any previous bdsm activity her resourcefulness was amazing.

After a few minute she came to my side carrying a small reel of sea fishing nylon filament and a electricians tie wrap told me to drop my trousers and pants then inspected my ears looking for the holes I had revealed in answer to one of her ?pointless questions ? that I had pierced ears.

Fairly easily she threaded a single strand of the fishing cord through the piercing of my left ear  and laying both ends of the cord over my back removed my shirt ad told me to stand with my cock and balls pushed forward she fixed the tie wrap around the base of my ball bag and threaded the nylon through the tie wrap told me to bend slightly backward she then secured the nylon in a single loop with such a tension as to make it difficult to stand fully erect without feeling a sharp pulling on both my earlobes and my scrotum. She repeated the same with the right ear and then asked me to walk toward the far wall; surprisingly this was quite difficult and could only be done with slow deliberate steps to avoid major pain.

Satisfied I was effectively hobbled and would cause myself pain should I try to move in a manner she did not want she declared that I could now have the noose removed from my neck.

She actually asked me if I would like to start with my holiday treats immediately or wait until later in the evening and I jumped at the chance to start then.

She left the room for a few minutes and I could hear sound of sawing and drilling from wherever she was working on the first project

I was finally told to follow her into an inner room with an atrium in the centre of the house but impossible to see from the outside of the house and to my amazement saw a small scaffold tower arrangement which had an hammock suspended on the centre, it hung from a single H shaped scaffold structure which was in turn suspended from a chain block winch from a much higher scaffold pole, such that the H scaffold and the hammock could swing few feet in any direction.

I was assisted to the hammock and told to lie stomach down, it was obvious that there was a single hole almost in the centre of the hammock and I was instructed to ensure my cock and balls went through that hole. By the time I had treaded my bits through the hole and adjusted my restraining nylon cords to make me a bit more comfortable my cock was like a rigid bar pointing toward the floor.

Within seconds I could see Raquel had  a home made humbler bar consisting of two pieces of wood bolted together with wing nuts and a sing hole in the middle which had thankfully had the sharp edged relived in fact chamfered to make wearing it quite comfortable. It was placed on the section between my balls/cock and my body under the already affixed tie wrap with my cock and balls pulled slightly down further toward the floor.

A lead sea fishing ledger was hung on a small hook at each end of the humbled and I was left for 10 minutes to appreciate my predicament.

Raquel stood back and looked at her handiwork the stepped toward the supporting chain block winch which she manipulated to lower me toward the ground such that the tip of my erect cock was pressing into the floor whilst my body lay in a slightly arching position in the curve of the hammock.

Satisfied with the adjustments she had made she took hold of my ears and placed a further  rope through the loop of nylon cord on each side of my head ,stood a few feet outside the scaffold frame and using the newly attached rope slowly started pulling then releasing such that I was swinging the length of my body.

It was obvious that my cock was slightly scraping along the floor with each swing and the polished floor surface caused only minor sensation on the tip when my mentor left the room and after a shot time returned carrying a few trays.

She held one of the trays so that I could just see it and then told me that it was a medium grit sanding sheet which decorated its upper surface, bending below the still swinging hammock she laid the sanding sheet directly under the area swept by my cock and one swing later I started to feel the abrasion on my uncircumcised cock tip. Adding more momentum to the swing my cock started to feel first hot and the a little raw as she dutifully counted the swings until I had scraped my cock once for each year of her age 35 times when she quickly removed the sanding sheet tray, at this point I became aware of a feeling of draught on my cock which felt strangely much cooler than the rest of my body and quite pleasurable.

I was totally restrained by the humbler and unable to raise my body and particularly my cock and balls area and when she got my attention she showed me the next of the trays she had placed at the side of the scaffold. This tray was larger and deeper and contained the best freshest looking nettles I had seen in some time. The tray was quickly placed under my swinging area and the effect instant ,the pile of nettles being deep enough attack both my cock and my balls the stings started to cause intense irritation and each contact made me to reflex back upward which further caused a lot of pain on my ball bag .Raquel for the first time seemed irritated that I could not take the stings without either physical or verbal reaction removed the tray of nettles and stopped the swing left the room and came back a few minutes later with a couple of the largest sea fishing ledger weights I had ever seen which she roughly hung on either end of the humbler causing my cock and balls to extend downward and the discomfort to increase beyond belief I had tears in my eyes and was moaning heavily before she replaced the tray under my now stationary bits, my mouth was salivating uncontrollably and the tip of my cock dripping with sticky pre cum. The sand paper from my last event had prepared new sensitive skin, abraded, to make the nettle sting even more severe than any other experience like it. She again used the ear cords to restart my swinging momentum and due to the extra resistance to swinging she used this method of propulsion throughout my next 35 swings.

She had restarted the swing count due to my not putting up with the first set of swings through the nettles.

After she had removed the nettle tray at the end of my second event she sat by my side and had a cup of coffee without any offer of refreshment to me who was loosing body liquid through sweating ,salivating and dripping from my cock head.

She spoke in comforting tones and questioned me on my experience so far and I was careful not to divulge too much to enable her to concoct an even more devious plan for my treatment. But she used her knowledge to come to some conclusions, one of them being that the state of my still erect cock showed just how much I had enjoyed the events so far. I had just started to feel a bit more comfortable when she again left the room this time returning with two large, yard type sweeping brushes.

She lay the brushes under the hammock with a small gap between and the bristle sides together pointing upward and secured them to the floor by placing weights on the horizontal handle the started the swing in a slightly different manner after she adjusted the rope attachment to the nylon cord in order to cause the pulling to effect my ears less and my scrotum more .Swinging over the brush heads caused the stiff bristles to dig in to my super sensitive parts like needles and on several swings a few bristles even entered my foreskin pushing it from my cock head and causing terrible needle like pressure on my revealed and very sensitive bell end,  one or bristles even entering my urethra and boy did that hurt..

After the 35 swings she stopped me swinging and again sat to discuss any problems I may have had the foremost being my now dehydrating condition Raquel was quite sympathetic and immediately started to rectify my discomfort removing the weights from the humbler then the rope from my nylon ear cords and finally the humbler was carefully removed. This set up a further uncomfortable feeling in my balls which lasted for around 15 minute .the pain and discomfort which the 3 events hade caused me were due to last considerably longer than the pain from  the humbler remove had caused.

Raquel suggested that the third event with the brushes was the final part of my treatment for that day but when I was helped off the hammock she told me to lean across the centre of the hammock and inspected my balls for damage before quickly putting the humbler back on in its more usual role pulling my balls through the back of my legs and not allowing me to stand even as erect as I was due to the nylon ball /ear cords I still wore.

She said she had prepared to relieve my thirst and led me to a further room with a large table in the centre the table was roughly made timber and had a hole through it around 12 inches diameter, She led me to and under the table allowing me to place my head through the near central hole. A new rope was used to loop from the ear loop on my left ear above and then under the table where it again came over the top of the table and tied to my right ear loop so I was effectively tied by my ears /balls so that I could not move my head up or down and had to face directly along the length of the table.

Raquel brought several cups with orange squash in and placed them on the table a few inches from my nose then looked under the table where it was seen that my legs were bent at almost 90 degrees

I could neither stand nor sit and the position of my legs was already causing strain on the muscles, if I went lower my ears and balls were in danger of being torn and I could go no higher as the table rested on my shoulders.  having reviewed my situation she crawled under the table and began to stroke my balls before hanging the same large weights as earlier from a hook on each end of the humbler Raquel emerged from under the table and lit a cigarette with which she did not seem comfortable and it seemed to me she did not enjoy but she talked in between puffs o f the days events. She offered me a drag on the cigarette which I refused before she placed a hand soothingly on my brow so that I was looking into her hand whilst she slipped the other hand with the cigarette under the table and without looking raised the glowing end to where it came in searing contact with my ball bag. I screamed and she simply pressed hard to extinguish the cigarette in contact with my balls My balls felt on fire as did my ears and even my shoulders when a came in abrupt contact and tried to lift the table in my bid to escape the devastating pain.

She sat alongside ands started to talk about the cramp I now felt in my calves and thighs then suddenly seemed to remember my de- hydration.

She placed a thick padded table cloth on the table in front of my face after slipping the orange filled cups to the side She then climbed onto the table lay on the table cloth ad slid don toward my face with her legs spread, Shuffling towards me until her pants came in contact with my mouth, she told me to gently use my teeth to grip the damp crotch of her pants and when I did she pulled back causing the crutch to move away and reveal her very hairy cunt hair. Sliding forward again I was instructed to use my lips and teeth to move the thin cloth to one side so that her wet hairy cunt lips could be placed directly over my mouth and nose and I was instructed to lick.

It was a fantastic feeling and a great pleasure which I did avidly I loved the slight female odour and the supple fleshy parts parted to give access to the slippery inside of her cunt, this continued for a few minute and I was in heaven then without warning she released a deluge of hot piss straight into my greedy  open mouth, I spluttered and coughed slightly choking as the piss at high pressure went into my throat and up my nose but I tried my best to catch all her golden offering and swallowed all I could. Finished she just lay there and without a word I licked and sucked until every part of her cunt and thighs which had been pissed on was as dry as I could get it. She pressed harder into my face and told me to suck and lick her to orgasm something again which I was delighted to do and did with relish. She heaved and shook in orgasmic pleasure then lay still for several minutes before drawing back and sitting up looking into my face

She actually thanked me and then undid all the ropes except he two between my ears and ball bag removed the humbler and let me drop down from the hole in the table telling me I could leave the table ,unfortunately I simply fell to the floor,  my shins calves and thighs knotted with crap from unnatural previous semi crouched position  My neck and jaw was also similarly affected and I felt absolutely knackered, with cramp pain wracking most of my body and the pain from my event participation hurting the rest.

I rolled out from under the table and my head came to rest looking up into her crotch whit was still well engorged and open to my gaze, I felt just a little better from the visual tonic as she told me it was time for evening meal and bed.

I was told I would sleep in the same bedroom but in a single separate bed where, my left ankle was loosely cuffed to the bed rail as her additional security, I did have difficulty getting to sleep but had no thoughts of either escape or indeed in doing Raquel any damage.

The morning of my second day arrived and I lay quietly looking toward her bed but not wishing to wake her, I could hear her gentle breathing and felt very relaxed.

When she did awake she politely asked how I was and if I had slept well before moving to my bed rummaging at the base near my right foot which she took hold of before fastening that foot to the base of the bed, with a further cuff.

She left the room for what seemed like hours then returned with my breakfast and a drink which after she had helped me up into a sitting position I gladly ate.

Slipping hand onto my cock she lightly massaged it and assisted me to lay flat on the bed again

She had such a gentle touch it felt wonderful then I felt her drawing back my foreskin and releasing my massively erect cock, she leaned forward with her face close to my cock head and I felt the most painful sting on the raw cock head I screamed and convulsed on the bed .She sat up and berated me for my over reaction showing me the simple elastic band she held, it was about 6 inches diameter and almost ? an inch wide she demonstrated how she had used it on my cock with such effect She had held the stationary end about a ? of an inch from my bell end ,drawn the other end back to almost 2 feet before taking aim on the very tip of my cock and letting it twang. Looking at my cock she informed me that there was already a large blue bruise where the elastic had landed

I was in pain after the one blow so asked how many such strikes I was to receive at this event and questioned why she had chosen to give 35 her age as against any other number the response was curt and without real reason just that she had decided so but if that was a problem she would change and give me 40 strikes, to suit, my age.

The position the rubber band landed was greatly varied with a few on my exposed glans head some with the foreskin covering the tip good few on the ball sack and perineum.

Other were aimed at my nipples which when the cracked into the lower the side  of the nipple were devastatingly painful, but in my opinion the worst were aimed at he very tip of my nose ,after a few or these I was blinded by my own tears and my nose was dripping like a tap. The attack on my exposed arse rosette did almost as good a job but she was true to her word and stopped when the 49th strike landed.

I was finally released from the bed and lead to a corner of the wall enclosed garden and she showed me the result of her handicraft earlier that day. It was a single cable zip wire with an almost horizontal run of about 10 yards. Near the end I stood was what looked a bit like a large tool bag such as was used by plumbers or a kit bag with two wide handles but made out of a wide nylon mesh

I was instructed to stand under the wire with the bag at my rear and she carefully laid the end of the bag over my shoulder with the lower end under my bum cheeks she then laced me into the contraption clipped the handles onto the zip wire running wheel set and pushed me off balance so that I lay suspended on my back from the wire, with my head toward the wall my legs were raised up and tied as if I was in an horizontal sitting position.

Raquel sat close by me and explained my options I would still be accepting 40 strikes in this the second event of the day , but I had a choice  of speed ,she further explained that this would require her to put a lot of effort into the event and so she wanted the best out of me, the zip wire could be moved backward or for ward via two ropes around pulley at either end of the zip wire supports, as I could not see what was involved I asked if I could have half the strikes fast and the other half slow starting with the slow, my request was granted.

Raquel fitted me with some well secure safety glasses then started to slowly move my supported body along the zip I was travelling bare arse first and after a yard or so I entered a very large clump of growing nettles which, as I progressed attacked my balls thighs, along my back and even my sides making them itch and sting in equal proportions. After a few yards the nettles became brambles and the scratches and pricking replaced the nettle stings. the movement reversed and I traversed back toward Raquel with the discomfort I had suffered at my lower end being replaced by those on my naked shoulders and later the arching nettles even managed to get the sides of my cheeks and forehead. When the speed of movement changed to fast the effect on me was quite different and whilst it made the nettles less violent the brambles actually hurt from impact with the stiff stalks and the barbed hook penetrated into my skin much more and to the point that many were broken off and left embedded in my lower parts

After this, the day’s second event had concluded Raquel searched and roughly ejected all the large barbs from my battered flesh using her long nails to scrape them out rather than pulling them straight and reducing the pain sensation of each barb. A large portion of my flesh now showed spots of blood and tickled or irritated to such an extent I could barely keep still

I was released from the mesh bag and helped back onto a low camp bed with a metal frame to which both my feet and hands were attached using cuffs  the
Raquel used a stiff paint brush to liberally coat my cock and balls  with a sticky honey before pouring a small bag of corn seed over them and again using the paint brush,  tried to ensure that most were stuck to my erect cock ,she sprinkled a small amount of corn on the floor and opening the small hen house door let her chickens out.

The chickens and a cockerel slowly ate their way in my direction before climbing on the camp bed and my body and taking powerful not very well directed pecks to my cock and balls one hen in particular seemed unable to remove seed without grabbing a beak full of flesh and dragging the skin from my parts.

Raquel sat laughing at the comic but pained sight but I was feeling a lot less than happy until with about half of the corn removed ,a wasp, attracted by the honey alighted on my cock and started to walk around before becoming trapped by its legs. Raquel watched intently for several minutes before saying she would get something to help (me or the wasp I was not sure) She returned with a table spoon with a quite shallow bowl and wearing gloves placed the spoon bowl over the wasp which had just made it to my covered glens head She held my erect cock near the base and pressed the spoon onto the wasp whose revenge was instant. I was stung several times local to each other and the extreme pain made me scream and yell so loudly that even though it were impossible that other may hear she  removed her soggy knickers and stuffed them into my mouth to deaden the sound.

I lay there writhing in my cuffed and horribly painful condition for over an hour before there was any reduction in the pain and my glans head swollen to almost twice its normal size a fact which Rachel seemed to find most amusing and suggested it was just what I needed if my cock were ever to give a normal woman pleasure.

After the event day was declared over I was taken to and assisted to lie in the bath whist Raquel brought the soothing  liniment  which she delivered by standing with a foot each side of my head and releasing her now distinctive golden rain in a torrent over my head and face before moving down to piss directly on my cock and balls Most of the stains caused by today’s  events were still evident and the real  shower was pressed into cleaning action,  no hot or even warm water  was used and that was the only time my cock and balls had seemed smaller than their normal size since I had arrived at the house.

After my clean up and a good meal from Raquel I was once again placed and secured on my small bed for the night and slept on and off though the night.

After al the morning ablutions and breakfast Raquel came and sat alongside to discuss any changes of opinions or unfilled desires to enable her to plan my ?course of treatment? the course I did not join or request, taking notes of what was said and body language ect.

She smiled sweetly and  we both went to what seemed to be a garage or workshop where she started to search through tools and equipment ,with a triumphant yes she turned with a wire sleeve in hand, She described the use of the sleeve which was a tubular mesh of flexible steel wires previously used to draw electrical cables through inaccessible parts of houses such as beneath floor boards Demonstrating the use of the tube he slipped it over my middle finger held the open end and tugged on the closed end. It took a firm grip all around the finger and would not pull of it simply appeared to reduce its diameter when pulled and the mesh really gripped all the way round.

Demonstration over she held the tube at the closed end and pushed toward the finger when the mess miraculously relaxed and became a loose sleeve which was just lifted off.

Looking around she seemed to see some other item which caught her attention and walked to the small wheeled cart about 2 feet square with caster wheels at each corner which stood only some 5 inches high, she muttered something about the condition of the drive at the entrance to the garage and the left for a while before returning with a grin from ear to ear.

She took hold of my cock and massaged it gently to erection the slipped the mesh tube completely over to the base of the cock and pulled, locking the mesh in place she the used a small piece of rope to connect from a quite large hook to a loop at the closed end of the mesh tube. 

Outside the garage was a small pile of stones each about the size of a house brick she placed a small tray on the floor which had a rope emerging from each corner and attached to a single ring which when held up allowed the tray to lift and sway slightly

Lifting the ring to raise the tray she hung it from the hook attached to the mesh tube on my cock, she had me stand with my lags apart straddling the small tray, then, adjusted a few rope lengths to make the tray dangle about 1 inch above the floor when I was stood as upright as I could.

She complained about the extra work she would have to do just to help me with my ?treatment? and the had me lower the tray alongside the pile of stones, donning rough leather work gloves she lifted a single stone and placed it on the tray, told me to raise the tray, and then with the tray tapping my ankles and an impressive weight hanging from my cock told me to shuffle toward the small wheeled cart some 35 yards from the garage door.

I struggled to walk finding the weight almost unbearable, it felt as if it was going to pull my cock off

I did make it to the side of the cart and lowered the tray to rest on the ground. We continued with the same procedure and slowly reduced the pile of stones to about ten left on the floor ,the strain was causing me great problems in my groin area my back and not least in my cock so I asked Raquel for a rest period.

She reacted by almost exploding into a tirade of insults and comments about only being half a man and then hen I raised the already loaded stone of the floor told me to ?put it down you lazy creature? at which she lifted yet another stone and placed it alongside the other  commenting that any further laziness  would be treated in the same manner by the addition of further stones to my already doubled load.

This time when I attempted to raise the load it felt as if the sinews of my cock were on fire and in several places I accidentally lowered the tray slightly so it dragged across the ground but did finally arrive at the side of the cart which she loaded with the two latest stones.

We discussed the problems I had and she sympathetically agreed I did appear to have trouble raising such a weight as two stones together . We returned to the pile of remaining stones and she loaded the one stone , I started to rise and she pressed the tray to the ground before placing a second stone once more alongside it and she explained that although she was sympathetic she had not suggested returning to one stone at a time simply thinking what she might do to help . She left and went to the kitchen returning with 2 tubular objects in her hand.

The first item I had seen was a piezo electric gas flame lighter and she sat before me modifying the tip to make both of the points were the spark jumped, stand outside the tube of the lighter so that the spark jumped across the two now exposed points rather from the tip down the tube to an internal electrode as designed. She demonstrated the spark before my eyes and it crisply cracked each time the handle was pressed with a faint smell of the seaside.

It was time to restart work and once again I strained to lift the double loaded tray started across the drive toward the cart and the swinging tray touched the ground , almost simultaneously I felt a searing stab in my buttock and jumped up almost tearing my cock off and then let the tray fall again ,once more the terrible searing pain but this time in my other buttock and again lost the tray onto the ground ,again the pain but this time it seemed between my ball bag and my arse this time the pain was so severe I not only let the tray down but fell to the ground.

I was shaking like a leaf and sweating  profusely  when I heard Raquel’s  voice start to try to discuss the problem. This time she acknowledged that the effect of the electric shock was not suitable in this situation as it did cause the extra lift but so fast and powerfully out of control, that it may even damage the muscles used during the lift and also it seemed to momentarily numb the entire upper leg causing collapse rather that assisting the lift. She considered that there would be other times and parts of my body which would benefit from the electrodes intervention but we would have to wait and see.

The second item she had carried was a small candle with a metal cover held 1/2 an inch above the wick  she lit the flame and then when I was about to lift held the warming plate onto the underside of my thigh the slowly rising temperature made me increase my lifting effort and I automatically raised heated area  of my leg higher than the flame heating plate, if I slightly lowered I was instantly reminded to lift by the extra hat emitting from the plate .

After a long drawn out struggle to place all the stones on the small cart the task was completed and with even some satisfaction,  but Raquel  pointed to the cart and to the area near the garage door that the stones were intended for use  they were as she said separated by 35 yards.

All whizzing around in my mind was the reason for placing the stones in the wrong place which should have been obvious and I had nightmare visions of moving them to the correct area in the manner I had placed then in the wrong area.

I awoke from my daze when Raquel  started to tell me how I was so stupid and how I had had her working like a slave and how she had no intention of doing any further manual work ,from now she would direct verbally only.

The entire charade had been planned and none of what happened had been by chance or accident because she instructed me to stand about 2 yards in front of the fully loaded cart, attached a lead from the cart to the mesh tube ring end on my cock and told me to pull. The ground was level but it still took tremendous strain and pain to start the cart moving but if it kept moving it would give less pain than stopping and starting , the speed I was moving I would have described as deliberate but to Raquel it was almost stationary.

She stopped the proceedings with a shout and the busied her self preparing my evening meal whilst I stood there like a spare part, she emerged with the food on a large plate which she placed on a small stool near the garage door ?my finishing point?. She then brought out a bucket  which obviously had some weight, along with two thin ropes  attached  one at each of the points the bucket handle  is attached to the bucket . She drew the bucket up to dangle from the two ropes and from a nearby branch so that the bucket was hanging from just the two ropes and that done moved the table and my plate of food directly under the bucket. She then went to the garage and came back with a fused row of bird shot gun scarers which look like a coil of rope with a firework banger attached every few inches you light one end of the fuse and I sets of each of the bangers sequentially as the mouldering fuse progresses.  She taped one of the bangers onto the centre of one of the bucket supporting ropes and that left 2 others before the open end of the fuse rope . I was informed that each banger would be exploded until it came to that taped to the thin rope and when that exploded the rope would be weakened and break causing the bucket to tip most of the buckets contents directly on top of my evening meal . She had thought fully also placed a large clock on the end of the drive I was facing .

She lit the rope fuse which smoked a little but was otherwise  almost unnoticeable and Raquel told me the time between each banger was approximately 5 minutes I strained to pull the heavy cart and had gone some distance when the first banger exploded shocking me and pushing me to further effort . The second banger also exploded and I could see I was past the 1/3 distance so feeling secure I could succeed. I was within a minute of completion when waked into my line of vision and ?to give me more grip? spread grit sand in front of the cart Raquel . the effect was to act like a brake with a piece of grip under the front of even one wheel reducing the wheel ability to turn , I was not now going to be beaten and made a supreme effort with my hands reaching to the plate the third explosion occurred and the bucket tipped disgorging its content of human piss which was obviously not quite fresh,  all over my meal and all  over myself The smell was sickeningly repulsive, I was rebuked for the mess I had caused and given a hose with ice cold water to clean up both the yard  and myself.  My evening meal I was told was over, she did not put all that work in to its preparation for me to just refuse to eat it,  but even the flies  would have to be dying to even come close never mind to eat it.

After the cleaning was done I was retired to my bed and locked down for the night without any food although I was given a drink of orange squash .When my body hit the bed I was in muscle and joint pain in almost every part of my body and had real difficulty getting off to sleep. I was also feeling a bit aggrieved that the tasks were being manipulated to gain the effect Raquel wanted.

Day after day I was given punishing tasks to carry out and day after day she was more in command than the previous day I was feeling   in worse physical condition and yet becoming more adoring of my brilliant if harsh mistress.

I was used and abused for my entire stay and as we when on the tasks became more bizarre sometimes only humiliating sometimes disgusting and more often toward the end,  increasingly painful.

The most severe session of give me pain came after a particularly unsavoury and disgusting performance event the day before I had been suspended in very comfortable lined boots upside down with my head 3 feet from the floor I had been subjected to what I can only describe as a chemical attack with all manner if food stuffs containing irritants being rubbed on or pushed into various creases and orifices Raquel had been less caring than usual and as a finale she stood in front of me and in my upside down view I could see her removing her panties she stepped toward my head and positioned her self as if to piss over my face which I eagerly awaited, she took  one of my balls in each hand and spoke gently asking  me to describe what I could see.

I said all the things about her beautiful cunt I could think of when she lowered her hands and spread her outer lips and I saw the small two coloured string which then dangled lower than the rest of her cunt or its abundant hair. I almost screeched ?your on its a tampon ? she raised her hands back to my balls and said ?grip the string with your teeth ? I failed to move and she screwed my balls round in opposite direction I screamed .she relaxed and then again repeated the dreaded phase. I still could not move toward the string so she screwed my balls again, more than 180 degrees it felt and I felt sick not from the thought but from the severe pain .she did not relax her twisting but continued to exert even more twisting force until my head shot forward and my teeth and tongue located the string which I pulled gently to signal I had done her wishes and she relaxed her grip.

Back in control of the situation she softly instructed me to keep still whilst retaining my grip and she herself pulled away until with a soft slide the tampon  fell straight past the front of my face and dangled a few inched below my forehead I kept the grip with my teeth until she had stepped away and looking directly at me asked if I would like the pad along with my evening meal.

I struggled to assure her I did not and she leant forward took the cord from my lips and disposed of the tampon.

The next day she was still acting much more aggressively toward me and  after tying me down flat paraded her beautiful tits for my view, the first time she had even let me glance at them, she stroked ,fondled and sucked her own nipples until it was certain my cock would grow no more from its pleasure.

She took a clear plastic bag and showed me it was like a sleeve with no closed end she placed it over my cock and balls before placing a tight cable tie around the bag , enclosing all in what was to be a waterproof bag. She the obscured my view of the bag and I felt it fill with fluid and she told me she had sealed the top of the bag.

She counselled me and then moved completely away from my sight and I look down at the bag to see several large leeches swimming around my cock I panicked and began trying to release myself when she reappeared and said was not to worry I would feel nothing. I was feeling nauseous and afraid but I did not feel a thing and it was Raquel who told me they had all three attached and were obviously growing in size but she thought it would reduce the size of my cock. After a few minutes my cock had gone flaccid not because of the lost blood but reflecting my feeling for the situation I was in. Half an hour later the leeches fully engorged dropped off and lost interest in my cock and Raquel noticing the fact came and removed the bag and leeches.

I was released from the bed and suspended in the atrium by my wrists with my tip toes just finding contact with the floor occasionally. I was shown a dice which was spun to reveal the number 1 then 6 then 5  she wrote the numbers down and threw a further 3 and a 5. At the side of the atrium stood a table with all manner of items across its surface in a well set out order.

She explained that I would do a sort of spin on the numbers which would cause things to happen to me and thus was under my control .

First add the 1 to the 7 then multiply by the 5 equals 35,  well that was a turn up for the books wasn’t it she said. Then she walked to the long row of items on the table she asked me the first and second number and I said 3 and 5 at which she past down the line picking each time the 3rd and 5th items as they occurred through the line. She returned to my side with 5 articles .

A cane about 3 ft long and very slender a length of telephone cable a table tennis bat a 3ft section of bramble stem complete with hooked prickles and finally a leather belt around 3 ft long 1 inch long and 1/8 of an inch thick .I was to decide which was the pettiest of the items and name them in order of liking.

The bramble came first and she held it horizontally across the front of my chest  before swiftly dragging it across and of my chest this she did several times before moving to a different part of my body under my arm pits under my scrotum across my back and my bottom cheeks 5 places in all and 7  drags across each area ,she had of course realised that in one direction when dragged, the points tended to glide over leaving small scratches whilst in the other direction they dig in scratched and sometime tore off and stayed in the flesh. She chose the hard way.

The treatment left me sore but not terribly pained particularly under my scrotum where the top of the inner thighs had also been affected. She checked and removed any barbs from my skin and then  took a large sponge of salted water to ?wash over and prevent infection?.  This had me spinning on the end of my ropes for a few minutes but slowly became unnoticeable.

My next chosen item was the table tennis bat which she only used on my buttocks and always in the same pace on each cheek  one cheek received a 1 blow  more than the other but I would never have known as I could not bear Raquel to even gently run  her fingers over the blue bruises that each cheek had become when she had finished.

The next chosen item was the belt which she wrapped quite a bit around her arm and so the shorter length resulted in less painful strikes than in could have , these were again shared between various parts of  my body   I was struck long the top of my shoulders,  the upper thighs from behind and from the front and as each leg was separately treated she soon ran out of strikes. These belt marks were fairly light but there were obvious marks of higher impact on the outside edges of the belt welts they all stung but were not very painful.

The next choice was the cane and she swished it with fervour relishing the sound made as it simply cut the air she was really up for it and could hardly wait to start. The first strokes were intended for the very sensitive area where a crease is formed at the joining of the buttocks and thighs. And was landed exactly on target with a singeing  whack so hard that the shock back through the cane handle caused Raquel to shake her hand  to stop that from stinging. I screamed and shook visibly.

The  next two shots were so precisely placed over the first that there looked to be only one stroke had landed but the pain addition was even more intense and my shaking became uncontrollable whilst I cried openly for less. She stopped hitting that area and said she would return to it later without total explanation and I can only say how pleased I was that the areas having some respite.

She the targeted the upper buttock area and had reduced the swing considerably but still landed them with power to produce a yell from me. She also laid them with precision so that the area was reminiscent of a pile of 7 drinking straws laid in a box with colours of red blue and dark pink forming a very attractive pattern, she said.

The under side of my arse was next targeted somewhat blindly with her standing in front and raising the cane in a swift but low power strike against the perineum and my inner thighs the last on just catching my ball sack and having me trying to curl up whilst crying and screaming. She rested for a while and took some refreshment to replace here lost energy, and I thanked the god I didn’t even believe existed.

She asked during the interval was I ever caned at school  and I had to say no I never had been and se seemed to think that I must have been hit and enjoyed it to make me so compliant to her wishes but it was not so I was simply adoring my new masterful friend.

I was told to hold out my hands flat with palms up and received 7 blows of fairly powerful   strikes on each of my hands making them hurt and difficult to move as I could hardly clench my fists together due to the swelling fingers and palm. She then told me she would return to the lower buttock areas and complete the requisite 7 stroke there. This she said needed a further 4 strokes .

The 1st stroke hit directly on the original line and boy did it hurt  it must have been quite obvious the pain I felt because she told me off for reacting  to such a minor blow the final blow then fell again exactly on the previous landing points and once again I was  yelling and shaking, unexpectedly she offered no further strike and replaced the cane onto the table.

She gathered the telephone cable and formed it into a loop with the loose ends wrapped around her fist and tugging at the top of the loop you could se it was about  2ft 6 inches from her fist.

She swished the cable round but was far less impressed by it air noise than she had been with the cans whistle taking aim at the front she delivered  blows from the right which the sides of the loop left thin painful red wheals above and below the nipple the top of the loop continuing around under the arm until it could hardly be seen from the front satisfied she gave a similar performance aiming from the left and clipping under the right arm . she stepped away from my body and struck again in the same area but her intention of the loop end falling across my nipple was achieved,  she was cheered that she had lost non of the precision or the fire  when she had also completed the set from the opposite direction my chest looked like a pile or bacon rashers and I was once again pleading with her for leniency the next target was across my lower belly hitting a fraction of an inch from the base of my cock and upward to my navel this was excruciating and an area I had never really taken a whipping before .My cock new to stay out of the way and had been flaccid for the major part of the day without me realising or Raquel commenting. I was released from my hanging position and told I could lie on the bed ,I tried but wherever touched the hard bed side caused even more pain or bruising sensations.

I finally came to rest leaning over the base of the bed whist standing  my arse in the air completed the sorry picture I was wrecked and almost without any part of my body which I could allow people to point ant never mind touch.

I was so involved in pity for myself I never noticed Raquel place belts around my ankle ,thighs, lower back and shoulders before she brought me to my senses and reminded me of the incident with the tampon and the2 strokes across my lower buttocks she had not completed.

Secured as I was she raised my head and placed a golf ball into my mouth before tying a scarf at the back of my head and across my mouth, which held the golf ball from being pushed out .She climbed onto the bed and placed a foot either side of my waist,  she held the cane above the centre of my left buttock and pressed it across the single  mark in the crease and from her vantage point she adjusted the cane length to just overlap the horizontal line then she raised the cane as far back as she could and brought it down dead on target the tip breaking the skin at the already weakened horizontal line there was a small splash of blood but then there followed a good trickle whilst I was silent  the pitch  of my scream being so shrill it was in the inaudible range She expressed her concern that as she was right handed  and hitting my left buttock reduced her power  as the stroke was not perfectly  straight however she would be better on the right buttock whose turn it was next. She adjusted her stance positioned the cane exactly where she wished  it to  land and raised the cane I could hear the swish and clinched me buttocks but felt nothing and there was a stifled  laughter from Raquel who thought it a great wheeze. She prepared again and this time  I had no doubts I felt  my right buttock was cut into two parts and considering the rest of my painful areas that tended to spread my pain  it was the worst sting  I had ever  endured. The golf ball was almost chopped and I was later shown the line of teeth marks impressed deep into the balls skin. The effect on this buttock was even greater than the other buttock and the seeping blood soon reached the same distance down toward the floor.

The final part of the day was my evening meal which looked like a cross between a sausage and a beef burger quite charred in appearance which she fed to me with a knife and fork as my hands were still not up to intricate movements. I chewed the food which had the consistency of black pudding and had swallowed al except the last morsel when she asked how many pieces I had started with to which I replied 3. It dawned instantly and but for her hand over my mouth I would have spat it out I had been fed the 3 leeches containing mostly my blood which had been fried crisply.  She was rolling with hysterical laughter and all she would say was ?it serves you right?

That is the end of my story which leaves just a few questions .

The answers are

Yes I did overall have a great if strange time

Yes it was the experience of a life time

Yes every thing done was with my unrequested consent

Yes I have since returned for additional agreed servicing

MOST of all we did have a safe word

And finally how was I so precise about what happened ,I have a video