Her teasing repertoire...

I have often speculated about the source of my submissivenes. I believe it consist of three major components, not necessarly in this order:

1. It is about abdicating responsibilities. Men are taught from age one that they are supposed to be responsible for everything. Some of us are not very good at that, and it is a great relief to give up control and let someone else drive. First and foremost if this 'someone' is a sensual, attractiv, self confident and wonderful woman whom you love and respect.

2. There is also a strong element I would call the excitement of the unknown. If the woman is in control of my actions, especially my sexual ones, I may not know what She will do next, even though I truly trusts her not to harm me.

3. I'm a bit of a masochist. If Mistress' punishment isn't too harsh, I experience it more like a pressure relief valve then actual torment. I have developed a technique in behaving in certain ways I know provokes Her enough to give me some absent-minded strokes, but not enough to release genuine, merciless corporal punishment. I suppose I will not managed to fool Her in the long run, but so far it has been worth it.

Anyway, - before going into the horrible night I mentioned in my last chapter, I will tell you a little about Her inventivness in erotic teasing, and why I'm been ordered to spend most of my spare time in the basement to do a joiner's woodwork on some sort of mediavel pillory.

But first about the puzzling instruction She gave me the other day of making an account of all the girls in miniskirt I observed during 48 hours, and to be especially careful not to confuse short trousers with miniskirts. She refused to tell me why I was given this assignment, and I just had to start peeping and counting.

It didn't take me long to figure out the infamous idea behind it: With this long and sunny period we had been through, I was forced to stare at more golden and naked legs in those two days then I had done in the past two years.

It is a miracle really I wasn't arrested as Peeping Tom of the year. And the result was - as She devilishly had figured out - that I became completely, not only even more out of my mind, but literally dizzy with horniness. When I asked Her if this was the idea, She just smiled, and simply said: - "Yes, I wondered how long it would take you to figure that out."

With the water torture still in mind as a nightmare-like memory, I didn't dare nagging Her for a release. I just teared at the belt in frustration. Got hornier still. Was extra special carefully obedient to make sure She didn't add any more days on. And, ultimately, just continued to stay abstinent, because there wouldn't be anything I could do about it. I tried in some subtle, diplomatic ways (I thought) to tell Her how I felt, which cost me a red ass. Mistress understood what I was aiming at, but would not tolerate a smart ass slave.

So, Her inventivness in using every day items in a play: The other night, She cuffed my wrists and ankles to the bed posters, and with an evil grin went over to Her closet and came back with a large feather. I made a silent pray: 'no...please no'... but of course, She is merciless when She wants to play, and She had discovered my almost abnormous ticklishness. Since I was a little boy, I used to go completely mad if someone tickled me under my feet.

She started in a very enjoyable and comforting way tough, gently stroking the feather along my arms and across the chest, along the neck...not bad at all! But it started to be a bit more hard to take when She went further down my belly...I managed not to squirm too much...but got (of course) an enormous erection.

-"We can't have that," She saiid, and gave my pride a snap with Her fingers that made me bounce and whine.

- "One of these days we have to staart working on your selfcontrol,"She said. - "Both an unauthorized erection, and a failure to present an erection when I fancy one, will inevitable lead tosevere punishment. We have a long way ahead uf us, little arve boy."

Did I mention the excitement of the unknown ? I can do with a lot less.....

And the feather continued it's exploration...circling around my most sensitive and delicate parts, but only circling...never touching to allow some pleasures.......teasing like hell...I was wiggling now.. squirming.....it continued down my tighs... ("those are very, very nice, those goalgetters") and Her hand gave on of them an appreciative and caressing little squeeze...but I almost didn't notice, because the feather was now getting dangerously close to my feet.

And when it entered my feet, I became insain..wholly, fully, entirely insan. I didn't squirm any longer, I screamed and bellowed, and throwed myself around, pulling and streching wildly as much as the cuffs would allow, which started to jerk and wriggle the bed more or less apart.

She stopped, looking both surprised and impressed by the effect of an innocent feather.

- " For god's sake, we can't have tthe bed destroyed, " She said, partly laughing.

And then came what I could have done without:

- " No need to wear myself out withh the whip or paddle if a small feather is sufficient. That is, if we have something stronger to clamp you with.

And She bent down in an impulsive way and gave me a wonderful, warm kiss.

- " You are a loving slave," SShe whispered before She unlocked the cuffs and ordered me to start fixing the ramshackled bed.

And that's way I'm busy in the basement in my spare time, working on the big, strong, wodden pillory which is going to clamp my wrists and ankles for the feather tortures from now on, with no way of getting out as long as it's locked......

Mistress's love for me is a rather questionable issue for me right now........

to be continued........