Loss of control

After making an appointment with Madame Lule and following her instructions, I arrived at the foot of the building. At the time she'd given me, I called her to get the latest information on how to get to her house.
When I got home, I noticed Madame Lule waiting for me at the entrance. She looked sublime in a beautiful blue slit dress, tights, pumps and a smile that made her radiant. Leaving the bathroom naked, I went to the door where Madame Lule was standing behind.
I knocked on the door and heard Madame Lule allowing me into her cruel boudoir: l'Alambic. I opened the door and saw Madame Lule sitting cross-legged in an armchair, waiting for me. I stood in front of her and explained the rules for the session. While we discussed the rules, my limits and the practices I wanted to discover, she invited me to kneel down and massage her feet. Having never massaged feet before, I didn't know whether what I was doing was right or wrong, relaxing or painful, and I didn't dare take the initiative for fear of making a clumsy mistake.
After a few minutes, Madame Lule made it clear that I wasn't a foot massage specialist, and she was absolutely right.

After we finished talking, I remained on my knees and she began by putting a collar and handcuffs around my wrists. Then she tied them behind my back and put a gag in my mouth. Following this, Madame Lule went to retrieve a Wartenberg roulette wheel, which is a roulette wheel with spikes. She began using this instrument by placing it on my armpits and rolling it up my thigh, passing of course over my nipples. The sensation was painful in places, but paradoxically pleasurable, especially on the nipples.

After a few minutes, I realized that wearing a gag made it impossible to swallow the saliva, even though I tried several times without success. Immediately afterwards, I felt a hot flush and a sensation of dizziness that got worse as time went by. I told myself that it would pass quickly, but unfortunately that's not what happened. The more the seconds ticked by, the more I felt I was going to lose my balance.
At that moment, I told myself that I couldn't ask him to stop when we'd only been at it for five minutes. A few seconds later, as I reluctantly felt my body giving out on me, I told her that "I was having trouble breathing with the gag on", but as I was wearing it, my words weren't intelligible, but Madame Lule soon realized that I wasn't in my right mind, so she hurriedly removed my gag and untied my hands behind my back.
I immediately sat down to regain my composure. During these few minutes of rest, I realized that my words to express my distress "I'm having trouble breathing" were not the right ones, as I would have had to say the word "red" for Madame Lule to understand right away that there was a problem. By saying "I'm having trouble breathing", these words can be taken as words to accentuate my submission during the D/S game, rather than to alert her to a problem.

After regaining my strength, Madame Lule directed me to the Saint-André cross. She positioned me facing her and tied me at the ankles and wrists, with my legs and arms spread wide. She then used several straps to hold my body to the Saint-André cross.
At that moment, I realized that I wouldn't be able to escape the torments I was about to undergo, and that I was at Madame Lule's mercy. The feeling of losing control was something I'd never experienced before, and I thought it was fabulous.

Then, to accentuate the sensations, Madame Lule put a mask over my eyes, depriving me of one of my five senses. She continued by using the Wartenberg roller on my body, but especially on my nipples, which were becoming increasingly sensitive. What's more, with the mask over my eyes, I couldn't anticipate where the spikes of the roulette were going to be, which accentuated the sensations even more.
After that, using her fingernails, she started by pinching my nipples and I felt, as the seconds passed, that the pressure was increasing and so was the pain I was feeling. The moment she released the pressure, I immediately felt a sense of relief and pleasure. To intensify this happiness, Madame Lule placed a clamp on each nipple, which was connected to each other by a chain. She then forced me to grasp this chain with my teeth, but in order to grasp this small chain, she was obliged to pull on it and thus martyrize my nipples.
When I managed to bite the chain, my head was tilted downwards, and of course Madame Lule took the opportunity to gently lift my head, forcing me to pull harder on my nipples, which were becoming increasingly painful. She then removed the clamps, urging me to inhale, which gave me a feeling of delight.

To continue, Madame Lule untied me, removed my mask and then turned me over so that my back was to her, remaining on the St. Andrew's cross. She began by whipping me all over my body with a whip. She then continued with a martinet that had metal bits at the ends of the straps. I felt that the blows with this whip were more intense, heavier and made my skin redden more quickly.
After that, Madame Lule introduced me to another instrument, a dragon's tongue. This instrument had a different feel to it, because the strokes were drier.
The fourth instrument was a cane. As she explained, the blows on my buttocks were more scathing, more intense and more painful.

To continue the session, Madame Lule decided to untie me and have me lie on the floor on my back. She put the mask over my eyes again, so I wouldn't see what was going to happen to me. After a few moments, she came over to me and started to tie me up with several straps, maybe five, six or more, I don't know.
In the end, I was immobile as a mummy without the possibility of moving. Madame Lule offered to lick her feet, which I gladly did. She then got up and stomped on my body, grabbing the chains attached to the ceiling.
After that, she untied me and freed me from my constraints. We discussed the session we'd been through to find out how I felt about certain practices.

Before I left, I offered her a bar of dark chocolate, knowing that she had a preference for this delicacy. And with that, I headed home. In the days that followed, a melancholy that I'd never experienced came over me whenever I thought back on the moments I'd lived through.
This nostalgia wasn't at all due to disappointment, but simply a realization of how lucky I was to have experienced this extraordinary session with Madame Lule.

Testimonial from K, after our first session.