This interrupted torture

I walk through that door again, slightly out of breath and anxious, but eager to find out what Madame Lule has in mind for me.

Showered, naked under my satin shirt, Madame Lule gently presents me with the chains intended for me, letting my imagination run wild.

Equipped with wrist and ankle cuffs, I'm soon sitting severely chained to a prie-dieu. Chains clamp my torso and abdomen to the prie-dieu's backrest, my limbs bound to its feet.

Oops! My left leg frees itself, resisting Madame Lule's attempts to immobilize it.

Catching my facetious glance, Madame Lule says:

- Relax, Houdini.

In the end, the recalcitrant leg was soon imprisoned for good. 

She adds a spreader bar above my knees, then sits opposite me, lifts my shirt and lets me know I'm now at her mercy.

Equipped with three wartenberg wheels, she rolls them in turn over my thighs and sometimes over my sex. 

There follows a long succession of this torture, interrupted by pauses during which Madame Lule promises me she'll resume so that I dread the pain to come. Sometimes she adds a vibrator between my legs, sometimes she pinches my nipples at the same time and increases the pressure of the wheels.

After this long period, I'm tied to the cross of Saint Andrew. My nipples are pinched, my sex whipped. Madame Lule puts on a spiked bra and presses it forcefully against my nipples. Intense pain.

Finally on my back, my legs attached to a gantry fixed to the ceiling. I'm introduced to Ugo, whom Madame Lule inserts into my anus. Combined prostate massage with vibrator on the sex and painful pinching of the nipples.

I leave Madame Lule, flabbergasted and fulfilled, fantasizing about what might happen next.

Testimony of F.