No! Ouch! Ouch!

As I made my way into the Cruel Boudoir, the door opened slowly, revealing a dark and mysterious interior. I crossed the threshold and Madame Lule ordered me to get down on my knees and show her the slave positions I'd learned after discovering a few in the previous session. Before that, Madame Lule decided to put me in a metal chastity cage. I began by showing her the position of waiting, attention, wall, nadu, collar me....

• Madame Lule: Oh wait, I'll take this opportunity to put a necklace on you.

I continued with the modest kneel position, kneeling, table, stool, floor and sex doll.

• Madame Lule: Don't move! I love this position.

Madame Lule approached and brought back with her an object I didn't know and hadn't seen before. The object was a flower-field carpet.

• Madame Lule: Would you like me to put it under your back?
• K. Yes, of course, if you like.

I didn't refuse his offer. I told myself that this carpet would relax me, soothe me, ease my mind, but this carpet had one tiny detail that I hadn't paid much attention to, and which had far-reaching consequences due to the dark ambience of Cruel Boudoir. I got up and lay down gently on the carpet, and immediately understood its subtlety.

• K. (surprised): Ah yes!

This carpet was simply full of little pins and needles, and my back still remembers them! Madame Lule blindfolded me to prevent me from anticipating her future abuse. She continued by placing electrodes on my thighs, adjusting the box so that the electrodes activated according to the noise, to add an element of unpredictability. Next, Madame Lule ordered me to put my arms over my head to give her free access to my body.

Madame Lule began to torture my body with a Wartenberg roller, passing through my arms, armpits, stomach, under my feet and, of course, not forgetting my nipples. So that I could feel the pins on the mat, Madame Lule asked me to place my legs on a chair so that my whole body was resting on the mat. Madame Lule also put tweezers on my nipples, which were becoming increasingly sensitive, and on my stomach. As soon as a clamp got too small or fell off, Madame Lule would put it back in the box with the other clamps to get more, but the sound of metal against metal made a lot of noise.

• Electrodes: Zzzzt!
• K. Ouch!

To make me feel more pain, Madame Lule had the idea of leaning on my torso to revive the pain on my back, but the pain was bearable. Following this, Madame Lule tilted me from right to left, at which point my memories of the grains of rice returned to my brain and I immediately felt the pain of the pins, which became more and more unbearable. All these cumulative torments made resistance so much more difficult that I had to say the magic word.

After catching my breath, I placed myself on the St Andrew's cross facing the wall, and Madame Lule tied me to the four corners to prevent me from escaping the torments that were to follow. She placed the electrode box on my right, at head level, so that the sound of my voice and those of the instruments would activate the electrodes.

Madame Lule warmed up my back and buttocks with strokes of the martinet, whip and cane. After a few minutes between rounds of blows, Madame Lule suggested : 

• Madame Lule: How about I pinch your nipples?
• K. (spontaneous reaction): Ah no no no!
• Madame Lule (laughing): What do you mean no! Yes, yes, yes!
• K. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
• Madame Lule: But you're cheating! Why are you turning your head to the left? It's to avoid triggering the electrodes. That's cheating!
• K. No! No! Ouch! Aïe! Ouch!

After a few minutes, Madame Lule moved away to the far end of the room for some reason (I understood why in the end) and I huffed and puffed to regain my composure, but after a few seconds : 

• Madame Lule: Watch out, I'm coming!
• Electrodes: Zzzzt! (to the sound of Madame Lule's voice)
• K. Ouch!

At the end of the session, I lay on my stomach at Madame Lule's request. She tied my hands and legs together with a rope to immobilize me. Madame Lule moved away again, then returned, and after a few seconds I knew she hadn't come back empty-handed. Droplet after droplet of wax fell on my back and buttocks, already sore from the blows of the martinet, whip and canes.

To ease the pain, Madame Lule slipped an ice cube over the dried wax drops, creating a striking contrast between the heat of the wax and the cold of the ice cube. Added to this, the spikes of the Wartenberg roulette offered an intense tingling sensation, further amplifying the contradictory sensations, allowing me to take great pleasure.