After a lot of driving for MT, we reached our hotel yesterday. After a quick sleep as MT was exhausted, and some considerable body preparation on my part we went to the club. MT looked so fucking hot I was so proud to be going out with her. MT informs me I have say what she dressed me in, in the end for the benefit of people asking - I wore my leather gladiator 'harness' / top but criss crossed across my body, with black very low cut trousers that show my tattoo at the back, a metal belt, and enormous new rocks. MT was pleased & we both got lots of nice compliments.
The club was excellent, great venue and very nice people. The equipment was first class and the dungeon areas were atmospheric and well thought out.
I was allowed two glasses of wine which was really good, I have not had alcohol for a few weeks so it was a real treat. After some socialising MT took me upstairs and strapped me to a kneeling bench, buttocks bare of course. She then proceeded to give me a very thorough flogging to the back, and caning and strapping mostly to the buttocks. I have to be honest, I kicked and screamed and begged for all I was worth, it was so painful. Unfortunately, it had no effect. She also hit my face with a very thick, heavy leather strap, and I remember the cane going across my upper arms.
At one stage I had to beg MT to give me a short break in between the blows as I was unable to get a good breath of air in between the pounding. It was like I was continuously taking great gasps in, but not having time to exhale. I was so glad when it finished, some 40 minutes or so after it had started. I was so bruised and sore.
Before I was allowed to pull up my trousers MT inserted the dreaded Njoy and then we went back to the socialising. We met some really nice new people last night, so MT was happily chatting away. We met one girl we got on with especially well. She was especially nice and very cute.
Next up was a visit to one of the two medical play areas. MT had me lay face down on a examination table and proceeded to cut my arse a lot and then drink my blood. On top of my beating the carving was excruciating and I got a bollocking for flinching and 'spoiling her artwork', silly old me to flinch while my flesh was being cut! Whatever next? She then also decided to cut my face. I was quite nervous as presenting one's face to someone like MT when she's in cutting mood is a perilous thing, but she surprised me by only making a small shallow cut a couple of inches long. Fortunately, after this my request to be unplugged was granted, such relief. MT was so 'up' from drinking my blood it was like she was high on drugs, she had blood all around her face and this lovely wild exotic sexy look on her face....fuck she looked good. Very predatory. Her pupils go like saucers when she has blood and as she had a lot last night, which I can only presume coupled with her exhaustion is why it effected her so much.
Then downstairs and more socialising. There were chip butties which I was not permitted, she's such a fucking sadist. The third trip upstairs was shorter, the bench again and another sound thrashing, but by this time the endorphins and adrenalin etc were at quite high levels and the pain did not seem so bad.
Then more socialising then back to the hotel. We were both tired so sleep followed quickly. But on waking I was ordered to get the strap on out and MT spread my very sore, very marked and very bruised cheeks and gave me a very, very vigorous shafting. After many orgasms (MT's not mine) I was permitted to make love to her and gratefully was permitted an orgasm.
The long drive home in driving rain was tiring and very very painful. My cheeks are so sore and just feeling my trousers touching the skin is oh so painful. I'm very marked.
It was a good night, unfortunately MT was not feeling her best but still managed to give me a hell of a beating and general seeing to, and it seemed to perk her up as sadism (and drinking blood in particular) always does. She really is something special and her slave is feeling well and truly owned today.
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