Stories & Poems

Hypnotize Me

Maid Caroline has been naughty, she has neglected her duties and Madam has called her to account. After a severe telling off, which left me red-faced with shame, I am led to Madam's dental chair and stripped. An electrified butt plug is inserted. Ankle and wrist cuffs are applied together with a collar, and I am then bound securely to the chair until I can barely wriggle. Madam then wires up the butt plug and tests it with a playful smile as I unsuccessfully attempt to leap off the chair and yelp in pain. "Oh, it's working then," She giggled. Off the other circuit from the control box, Madam connects two more contacts to my exposed soles. I am sweating already in anticipation and fear. Madam intends to teach me a lesson I shall not forget.
 
Madam stepped back to admire the set-up, picking up a fine lace handkerchief that is laced with Her scent and laying it over my face. I breathe in deeply, hungry for more, for the real thing. Meanwhile, Madam picked up a sparkling diamond on a necklace chain and asked me to relax, to continue to breathe deeply as I started to fall under Her spell. She told me to think of nothing but Her and I slowly went under, more and more relaxed, more and more wanting Her scent, wanting Her. Madam then inserted some earphones which continued the hypnotic mantra, exhorting me to worship and obey Her forever.
 
I was deeply in trance, aware of Madam and Her movements but relaxed and happy to continue to breathe Her scent. I became aware of the sensation in my arse as She turned up the power. But I found I could not move, I could only suffer. I could not even cry out, only look pleadingly at Her in my trance. The pulses continued making me sweat more, and then the current came to my feet, my tender and exposed feet. It was cruel torment, and Madam reminded me of my faults, so many of them, as to why She was forced to correct me, why I should really thank Her for taking trouble over such an unworthy maid. Despite the pain, I found myself growing fiercely erect, aroused by the submission, Madam's cruelty, Her scent and Her gentle voice. A gloved hand caressed me, teased me, gripped me. I felt my balls being tied off with cord, tightly. The current continued to pulsate in patterns on my feet and in my arse, I couldn't speak, only suffer greatly. I wanted to cum very badly but could not.
 
Then I felt some Japanese nipple clamps being applied. They were attached to a steel bar that was itself coupled to a similar perpendicular bar that ended in a plate against my breast. The thread on the bar meant that the tension on the clamps could be minutely adjusted via a screw attachment. Quickly, I found my nipples pulled cruelly upwards, subjected to unbearable tension. But still I found I could not cry out, I could only breathe Her scent as She continued to play with my cock and balls whilst the electric box buzzed me with precision. Time passed both quickly and slowly, so unbearably slowly as the sensations built up, as I felt I was going to explode. Madam told me that I was being punished for many faults: forgetting to curtsey, failing to compliment Madam on Her beauty, forgetting to clean Madam's make-up table, having a crease in my maid's uniform. The list was endless and I had to agree with Madam that only the severest of punishments would do to make me realise my faults.
 
The pulsing in my arse kept me erect. She applied a feather to the shaft, again teasing me. I could not cum due to the cord around me. I was drenched in sweat, heady with Madam's perfume, desiring Her so deeply, surrendering to Her completely. My nipples were stretched to breaking point, the pain pulsed through me.
 
Madam decided that I needed a reward after my suffering. My excitement grew and grew, somehow the hypnosis just made me helpless, intensified the feelings. Madam released my nipples and simultaneously increased the current in my arse and feet, creating a crescendo of sensation that toppled me well over the edge. My seed spurted into a waiting cup, seemingly endless after the build-up. My whole body arched with the orgasm and then I relaxed.
 
Madam snapped Her fingers and I came out of my trance. I was very relaxed as Madam undid my bonds and I slid to the floor to Her feet, kissing them. I was still on fire from the torment and my arse, nipples and feet throbbed. Madam made me mount the bench for more spanking, made me count each stroke and recite my sins, made me thank Her for taking the trouble to work with such a naughty bitch as me, made me promise never to repeat my errors. I kissed Her proffered hand and my tears seemed worthwhile, my lesson well learnt. Madam was my whole being, my only reason to exist.

Wherever Mistress goes, you will no doubt always find one of her pink sissy poodle bitches at Her side