Such bad luck!

I entered the dark hallway, my heart pounding with anticipation. I closed the curtain behind me, isolating myself from the rest of the world, then knocked on the door. Madame Lule opened the glory hole, and her piercing eyes watched me with a big smile, a smile that promised both pleasure and pain. She then opened the door and invited me in, asking me to step forward into a circle lit on the floor by light filtering through a gap between the wall and the curtain, creating an atmosphere both intimate and disquieting.

Madame Lule reminded me of the safety rules in a soft, soothing voice. She invited me to sit down on the carpet under the chains hanging from the ceiling, their links glinting faintly in the dim light. She put a mask over my head, explaining that it would help me relax and enjoy the moment to the full.

She went on to tie my arms behind my back with straps, constraining me for the abuse to come. Once my arms were securely fastened, she asked me to bend over on my side and lie on my stomach. She then moved to my legs, asking me what she had prepared for me.
She began by tying my legs with ropes, wrapping them several times around my thighs, calves, ankles and even my toes. Each knot was carefully tightened, ensuring that I couldn't free myself from these restraints.

She continued this bondage with a coconut rope, whose fibrous, prickly texture accentuated every sensation. During this meticulous work, Madame Lule placed a mat covered with small spikes on my back, which had an immediate effect. She took the opportunity to lean on it, driving the spikes into my skin, preparing my back for future abuse.

Then Madame Lule took a Wartenberg roller and ran it up and down my body, from my legs to my neck. The sensations varied according to the area: little tingles on my legs and buttocks, tickles on my love handles, more intense tingles on my back, and the beginnings of ecstasy as it passed along my spine.
Meanwhile, she was pouring hot wax over my body, creating a striking contrast with the cold of an ice cube she was sliding across my skin. The accumulation of these opposing sensations disorientated me, making me forget everything that was happening around me.

She then decided to untie me, remove the mask and I turned over so that I was on my back. My hands were immediately bound together. Madame Lule moved to my legs and wrapped them in cellophane, twisting and turning and holding them tightly together. This strange sensation, which I'd never experienced before, made every movement difficult, the plastic biting into my skin and accentuating my feeling of helplessness.

After firmly joining my legs together, she attached them to the metal chains just above, leaving me lying on the floor, vulnerable and at her mercy. Madame Lule placed electrodes on my lower abdomen, activating them to trigger at the slightest noise.
She then presented me with an enneahedron, each face corresponding to an instrument. She placed the die in my hand and I threw it to the floor. The number four appeared, my favorite number, but also the one associated with the Wartenberg roulette wheel.

The spikes of the roulette explored my body at different speeds, passing by my thighs, my belly, my head, and of course my nipples, so sensitive that I had to hide them to protect them. Madame Lule took great pleasure in locking my arms, her cruel smile betraying her satisfaction. She took advantage of my immobility to torture my nipples in minute detail, varying her movements to maximize the pain.

After a few minutes, she rolled the die again, which came up with the number six. She showed me the associated instrument: pliers, why so much bad luck (laughs)? Her sadistic mind immediately turned to my already tortured nipples, adding weights to increase the pain.
When she withdrew the clamps, the pain rose exponentially, causing uncontrollable grimaces, but the torture was not over. A few seconds later, she put the pliers back on, and the pain reached an inexplicable peak.
To add to my torment, Madame Lule tickled me, triggering giggles which, in turn, activated the electrodes, creating an endless chain of screams and pain.

Testimonial from K.