MIND GAMES
by
doc
February 18, 1994. doc looks upward and sees his hands fastened to the overhead beam. Heavy nylon ropes are fastened to his hasp-style wrist cuffs. They lead up to the beam, and are securely tied. doc knows that there will be no escaping this bondage; he made the wrist cuffs himself, and they're locked on with good Master padlocks. The knots are expertly tied by KASSANDRA, a macrame practitioner. doc is on his knees, secured by the "humble harness." It's a simple device, made from two ankle cuffs, a waist belt, two lengths of chain, and five padlocks. The waist belt is locked tightly around his waist, the ankle cuffs are padlocked around his ankles, with the ends of the two chains locked to the padlocks. The other ends of the chains are brought up to two D-rings on the waist belt.
They're tightened to the point that only doc's toes can reach the floor and then locked in place with two more padlocks. This arrangement keeps doc in his kneeling position, with no possibility of standing up to relieve the pressure on his knees. His hands have been pulled up high enough to fully extend his body and make him completely vulnerable to his MISTRESS'S tortures and torments. doc looks into the mirror and sees KASSANDRA bringing the hood; he will not be seeing anything else for quite a while. The hood is placed in position, tightly laced up the back, and it's built in neck collar locked in place with another padlock. The collar keeps doc's head upright and only allows limited movement.
doc's anxiety is reaching a peak, for this is a first for him. Yesterday, he had signed MISTRESS KASSANDRA'S slave contract and he now belonged to her . . . for the rest of his life. doc did not regret his decision; total submission has been his fondest desire for many years, and MISTRESS KASSANDRA was the MISTRESS of his dreams. They had known each other for several years, but had only recently disclosed their fascination with S & M to each other. In fact, they had their first session on February 1, 1994, and doc had committed himself to her permanently on February 17th. This commitment was only possible because doc knew MISTRESS KASSANDRA very well, and trusted her completely. KASSANDRA had been very clear about what she expected and required of a slave. doc could expect to be branded, tattooed, and to have various rings implanted in permanent piercings as symbols of his status. Even scarification had been mentioned.
doc also knew that as a permanent slave, he was denied a safe word. Their "play" would go just as far as MISTRESS KASSANDRA wanted. He would not be able to stop anything she did to him. As he was thinking about that, the crack of the first stroke hit his skin. doc jerked in his bonds. The blow wasn't really painful, but he had no warning, no opportunity to prepare. Being hooded or blindfolded often intensifies the experience of receiving pain. It always intensifies the anxiety involved because it adds so much to the helplessness of the situation. Somewhere in the background doc heard Susan laugh. Susan is MISTRESS'S lover, and is occasionally allowed to attend the sessions KASSANDRA has with doc. Susan seems to enjoy watching doc suffer, and even joins in occasionally, beating doc when KASSANDRA allows it, or just helping MISTRESS play games with doc's head.
doc was fairly sure that MISTRESS was using her short riding crop. It's a deceptively innocent appearing implement. Since it's only about twenty inches long, it doesn't look like it could have much "punch" to it. But, looks can be deceiving. This crop is made of an extremely springy material, and with a good snap of the wrist the tip reaches a high velocity and makes quite an impact. MISTRESS has left many black and blue marks on doc using this little crop alone. Indeed, when doc first saw the crop he was unimpressed. In the days before his permanent enslavement, he had challenged KASSANDRA to make him say his safe word using just this one device. In his ignorance, he was sure that she couldn't do that.
Now, with no escape, and no safe word in operation, KASSANDRA was just beginning to show him how wrong he was. That first stroke had been on his ass, and shortly afterward another series of strokes reined down on both cheeks. doc was handling it pretty well until the mind games started. First MISTRESS had him count out his usual 21 strokes. 21 is doc's number, given to him by KASSANDRA as a commemoration of the fact that they had their very first session on February first. (2-1) But, the beating didn't stop then. more and more strokes reined down on his vulnerable ass cheeks. MISTRESS sometimes hit hard and fast, sometimes leisurely. doc was often quizzed on how many strokes he had received after a volley. He better have the right response, or extra strokes would follow.
Finally, KASSANDRA got tired of beating his ass, and ordered him to turn around. This was awkward in his bondage, and without sight, but with difficulty, doc managed. As he negotiated this maneuver on his knees he became suddenly aware of how tender his knees were getting. The discomfort was already considerable, and doc knew that it would only get worse as time passed. And, he had no idea at all of how much longer he would be kept in this position. KASSANDRA had the power, and the right, to keep him there all night long, if she chose. doc shuddered as he thought of that.
When doc was completely turned around, KASSANDRA began to use the crop on his thighs. This time the blows were not random and spread out over the area, but each and every blow fell on one of the same two places. One spot was on the top of his left thigh, about centrally located between the knee and the top of the thigh. The other spot was located centrally on the inside of the right thigh. This is an especially sensitive area, of course, and doc was soon to learn to have great respect for MISTRESS'S little crop. The blows continued, mercilessly landing over and over on the two specific areas being punished. doc moaned and groaned into the hood, jerked in his bondage, and regretted his stupidity in challenging his MISTRESS. But deeper inside, the masochist personality at his very core was loving it. Yes, he hated it. Yes, he wanted it to stop; he would be screaming his safe word right now, if he had one. But that depraved person inside just loved hating it. When the beating did stop, he was sorry, and couldn't wait for it to happen again. MISTRESS KASSANDRA left doc with two very black and blue marks on his thighs which would take just over two weeks to go away.
To digress for a moment, doc would like to share a couple of other thoughts about MISTRESS'S little riding crop. KASSANDRA has a fetish for this device, and takes it with her wherever she goes. When having dinner in a restaurant, the crop sits on the table within her reach. It gets clipped to her purse when she's walking around, and when doc is with her, it gets used often. If doc is driving the car, and fails to follow KASSANDRA'S directions, she will give him several strokes on the palm of his hand. The nice thing about striking the palm of the hand is that while it's very painful, it leaves no marks.
One night doc attended the theater with MISTRESS and Susan. They were seeing a production of the musical: Singin in the Rain. As with all musicals, there were numerous songs and production numbers, and each received a sustained round of applause from the enthusiastic audience. Whenever the audience would applause, doc would have to hold out his hand, palm up, and MISTRESS would "applaud" by striking his palm with her crop. Generally, the applause was long enough for doc to receive 25 to 50 blows, and they were definitely not love taps! doc would occasionally have to moan or groan, but his "vocalizations" were covered by the sounds of applause and cheering from the audience. This simple process added greatly to the enjoyment of the evening for MISTRESS KASSANDRA, and, yes, for doc as well.
Meanwhile, back to our session. KASSANDRA got out her plastic travel case of clips and clamps. It's the kind made to hold a large collection of fishing lures, with dozens of individual compartments. Inside is a sadist's cornucopia of pain. Dozens of different clips, capable of inflicting different degrees and different kinds of pain. Cafe curtain rings, bodkins, clothes pins (some with wood screws imbedded), wire clips pairs chained together, adjustable ones, alligator clips, clips with built in weights, miniature plastic clothes pins, and on and on.
KASSANDRA started putting clips on doc's chest. Even though he couldn't see, doc could identify some of them. She put about eight of the miniature clothes pins in two circles around his nipples. These little buggers are very deceptive. Because of their size, they look like they would hardly hurt at all. On the contrary, they are some of the nastier ones in KASSANDRA'S collection. Since they clip a very tiny area, and their spring is very strong, they make a very sharp and stingy kind of pain. When they're first applied, they sting like hell. Then slowly the sensation fades until the area is numb. But, when they're taken off, the pain is the worst. God how that bites! doc knows very well what they're going to feel like coming off, and he has eight of them to look forward to! Next, MISTRESS puts two clips on his nipples. doc can feel that they are connected by a chain. He's not sure, but thinks that these are the french Fleur-de-Lis style that are designed to tighten when the chain is pulled. MISTRESS continues to put several more clips of various styles on doc. doc has gotten to the point of moaning and groaning inside the hood, almost involuntarily. At this point, he no longer even tries to identify the individual clips, he just hopes that soon KASSANDRA will stop. His ass is hot and sensitive, his thighs ache, his chest is full of sharp, stinging clips and clamps, and his knees are in constant, throbbing, agony. He tries to shift his position, and his knees hurt worse.
Now, KASSANDRA begins to flick the clips and clamps with her crop. Sometimes lightly, sometimes very hard. Sometimes rhythmically and fast, sometimes randomly and slowly. doc is beginning to gasp inside the hood, and to hyperventilate.
KASSANDRA orders him to turn around, with his back and ass facing her once more. It's total agony, but he manages; afraid to risk her wrath by hesitating. Now she proceeds to work him over with a variety of crops, paddles, and canes. For a while she uses the heavy leather vented paddle which doc made for her. It's about six inches wide, twenty-two inches long, and has a solid wooden handle. Three eighths inch holes are evenly spaced over the entire surface, allowing the air to penetrate during a swing which allows faster travel and thus more pain. One side of the paddle is smooth, the other is fairly rough. With equal force blows, doc can easily tell which side of the paddle is being used, since the smooth side hurts more. But, MISTRESS delights in playing with his head. She forces him to try to identify which side of the paddle she is using while she strikes with blows of varying degree. Naturally, doc guesses wrong sometimes and is rewarded with extra strokes for his error.
MISTRESS begins a long series of blows using different implements. At various times she uses her longer English riding crop, her heavy wooded "fraternity" paddle, her smaller plastic paddle, her favorite short crop, and some other devices which doc cannot recognize. Sometimes the strokes are hard, sometimes fast. At other times the blows are teasingly light. Sometimes doc is required to count aloud. Sometimes he's asked the number of blows he's received after a volley is finished. (Knowing this trick, doc tries to keep count at all times, but often its difficult or impossible.) Occasionally, KASSANDRA reaches around and removes one of the clips, causing intense agony for several seconds as the blood rushes back into the formerly numb area.
doc is now deep into his usual masochism trip. It hurts so much, and he's desperate for it to stop; but if it were to, he'd be immediately disappointed.
And, suddenly, it does stop. MISTRESS slowly rubs her hand over his now burning red ass. She slides a fingertip along some of the more colorful welts and bruises. She's worked hard to create this sadistic masterpiece, and now she's enjoying her effort.
KASSANDRA unlocks and removes doc's ankle cuffs and waist belt. She tells him to stand, and he does so. He's very relieved at not being on his knees any longer. MISTRESS starts to untie the ropes and doc thinks that this session is over. Unfortunately for him, MISTRESS is not yet ready to stop playing. She reties his hands over his head, but now he's in a standing position. Then she fastens a spreader bar between his ankles. KASSANDRA walks over and gets the cattle prod which doc gave her earlier.
This has been one of her intense mind trips. About a week before, she had casually mentioned to doc that she wondered how much a cattle prod cost. doc understood. He knew that a good slave would not only get her an answer to her question, but would get the prod for her. doc had quickly and easily located one in a feed store a few miles from his home. Actually they had two different models. doc had asked the man behind the counter which one was the stronger or more painful. The man had indicated that the more powerful one was called the "Hot Shot." doc knew which choice that KASSANDRA would make if she were there; he bought the "Hot Shot." He was very frightened of it. After all, they were designed to be used on cows and cows have very thick hides. doc had taken the prod home and tried to work up the courage to test it on himself. When he hit the button, the prod made an awesome buzzing sound. But, he was not able to bring himself to touch it to his skin. It hardly mattered, MISTRESS would certainly have no such compunction. For days doc thought about the prod. Two or three times he had decided to throw it away and not give it to KASSANDRA. After all, she did not know that he had it. But that damn pain pig inside just had to know what it felt like.
And now, it appeared that he was about to find out. KASSANDRA approached with the extended prod and pushed the button with the prod just inches from his leg. The buzzing was certainly nerve wracking now. She let up on the button and put the prod directly on to his thigh. She waited, doc waited, and then she moved it to the other thigh. Again, she just waited. doc was scared shitless. When was she going to do it? She took it off and put it right on to his cock! Surely she would not shock him there . . . or would she? After several eons had passed, she removed it. Without warning she picked up her crop and gave doc one very intense blow on the ass. Then another on his leg, and one across the center of his back. She again picked up the prod and pushed it against doc's chest. doc had to tell her that it was unwise to use any electrical toys above the waist. It could interfere with the heart beat. But she already knew that, she was just fucking his head as she so enjoys doing. Quickly she picked up a paddle and gave doc a furious blow on the ass. On and on it went, threatening with the prod and actually using other implements on doc.
Finally, after more threats then doc could remember she actually pushed the button and brought the prod against doc's leg. The effect was astonishing, a very intense pain that vibrated and radiated several inches outward from the point of contact. She only held the button down for half a second or so, but doc learned a great deal about punishment in that half second. This was, by far, the most painful thing she had done to him tonight. doc jerked his body far to the right, strained and pulled furiously at his bonds, and let out a mighty scream. However, the pain died quickly and only the searing memory remained after a few seconds. doc immediately realized that he had no idea how many times she might want to use the prod on him. After all, he was totally helpless physically, he had no safe word to call a halt to the scene, and his wonderful MISTRESS KASSANDRA was a genuine sadist. He got a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach as KASSANDRA went back to her games. There were more strokes with paddles, crops, and a lot more threats with the prod. After several minutes of teasing she again used the prod. The effect was exactly the same. doc could not steal himself against this at all. And still the game went on, more abuse from the paddles, more threats with the prod, and finally, one more shocking jolt of electricity from the "Hot Shot." Suddenly there was silence in the room; no more pain or threats. Quietly KASSANDRA asked doc "How many was that?" doc was confused, what did she mean, what was she talking about?
"doc doesn't understand, MISTRESS." he said.
"How many times did I shock you, doc?" she asked.
"Three times, Mistress." doc replied confidently.
Immediately KASSANDRA and Susan broke into laughter. Again doc was quizzed and he gave the same reply. It was so simple to him, after all, he had been right there!
"No doc, you were only shocked twice!" MISTRESS said.
doc couldn't believe his ears. How could this be, KASSANDRA never, ever lied to him. He assumed she was just playing with his mind and corrected her.
KASSANDRA became very serious and asked doc what was going on; how could he lie to his MISTRESS? But doc wasn't lying, he was sure he had been shocked three times. However, Susan and KASSANDRA were very clear about it. doc had only been shocked twice. doc knew when his MISTRESS was playing games, and when she wasn't, and he knew that he must be wrong. He trusted her completely, and she had never, would never, lie to him. So, he must be wrong. After all, he had been under a lot of strain. He had been hyperventilating inside the hood, and he had been receiving some very severe pain for quite a while. doc now knows that at some point, one of the blows from a paddle or cane must have been so intense that he thought it was the prod. He knows, as well as he knows anything, that KASSANDRA only shocked him twice. Still, his memory tells him otherwise. KASSANDRA had promised that she would get inside his head, and she obviously did so in his very first session as her permanent slave.
doc was released from his bondage, only to be laid down on KASSANDRA'S massage table and chained down by his wrists and ankles. This is the position that doc sleeps in, every night. If his MISTRESS is not there to chain and padlock him down, he fastens himself down, but uses snap hooks. When his alarm goes off, he releases himself, but not before. This night however, he was lucky. His MISTRESS was there to lock the chains with padlocks and make him actually helpless for the night.
doc was very tired, and fell asleep to the sounds of MISTRESS and Susan making love in their comfortable double bed, just four or five feet away.
Copyright 1994 by Mistress Kassandra Kane
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