Something Wicked This Way Cums-Post Halloween

Follow my play on words, hopeful worshippers. Something wicked – hmm, ten guesses on who that would be. This way cums …

HALLOWEEN, the night of the big pretenders. However, the day is one of my favorite holidays/celebrations. It brings a few elements into the world. One is of course the costumes and play acting I see in parades. They seldom catch the intensity and realism of true BDSM on the level that I demand. Yet, it’s enough of an inspiration walking among the fakers and vanilla guys and girls pretending to be dominant or submissive to make me warm and moist with anxiousness to return to my dungeon. Why? We’ll get to that. First, reason to that I like Halloween.

Movies. Fake as they are, they can offer inspiring moments. Halloween opens many horror movies, and they are, thankfully, showing more creative ways to torture. Earlier in the year, the opening kill in Hostel II showed the girl suspended over the dome, who sliced her slowly with the scythe. ORGASMIC! The suspension, the control, the pain, the patience to savor every moment – yes, that began to capture the true settings.

Then in Captivity, filling the chamber with sand, while the gorgeous, panicked, sexy, submitting girl was viewed – I only can get into this sort of female victim role because she ends up killing her captors at the end. Using her wits and sexuality, she beats the men and kills them, as they deserve.

I ventured out looking positively spellbinding in my corset, with devil horns. Not too elaborate as my body is so craved that it’s torturous in itself, and therefore needs little horror added to it. And sexy nurses and cops are just sooooooo trivial.

In the parade, I saw a man who would use devices to attach his cock to a device that strangled him as he got more turned on, or moved to please himself, which was impossible not to do, because he was being escorted by two of the sexiest women I’ve seen in ages: strong, curvy, young, dominant. This reminded me of the scene in SAW IV, my favorite, of the man on the blocks of ice that is slowly strangling.

Which leads me … BACK TO MY DUNGEON.

If you picked up the hints … female, breath play, suspension, orgasm – you’d be primed, hard, and wet by now.

I had divided my dungeon space to male and female, knowing that what I saw in the parade would open up my two primary realms of pleasure – pain and orgasm. Guess who got which?

Let’s show our audience what we have today. On our left, our resident servant hoping to become a true Gimp. He was tied into a rack. In front of him, at eye level, was a monitor that showed a loop of my sexiest Vid Snippets. In his ears were earplugs that filled his brain with the sexiest commands your Goddess saves for true deep erotic mind control. And what’s this placed in front of his crotch? I had left him artfully tied so that as he got aroused, his cock would rise, and touch a button that triggered an electric stimulation connection. What was the electrical source connected to? A cock ring and head ring that was made of glass, so that the electric charge would travel up the glass, thereby up his shaft. As he got hard, his cock head would touch the button right in front of it, he would get a mild jolt of electricity to his cock. Sound painful? It is, a bit, but, what happens is that it pulses this charge over and over, and it makes the cock unimaginably hard. I had put on either side small plexiglass rails that his sharp points on it, so that as he got harder, these points would drive into his skin … but not enough to lose blood, just enough to pain him. This is only a little of the pain I set up for him. You see, his balls were tied off to hang down from his body, so that it takes a huge build up to cum. And, his shaft was bound tight by leather I soo enjoyed tightening before I left. What happens is that as he got to cum, it would hit the closed door of the cock and leather … this would force his balls to explode in his tubes and fill him with the most unbearable burning inside as he came. I left him hours ago.

His face looked as if someone had driven him insane and speechless. His eyes bugged out, unable to not watch more of me on the screen. But his mouth was contorting silently, over and over, as the pain had grown so constantly while I was gone. He could not even speak, only grunt like a cum producing slave animal now addicted to pleasure over pain. He muttered “no more” or something between grunts … just like I like them.

Hmmm, by inspection, I would say he must have cum at least four times by now. His balls were huge, swollen deep red, and ready to cum again. His cock had small pinpricks of blood in a few places where his erection swelled past the sharp points. I turned up the electrical charge, and turned him around to watch me work on the opposite wall of the dungeon.

I had let a woman lie down on a soft bed, tied her down, and placed headphones over her ears, programming her into deep addiction to follow my every command, and tonight I had focused on her fetish, which was breath play orgasms. I had also been, for months, planting a trigger (that I shall keep secret) that would make her orgasm, and another to quit, much like the Servant Script, but far more deeply planted and deviously primal in its appeal. She had begged me to take her to the greatest limit in this, and now, she was getting more than her mind and body could ever imagine or handle.

She wore thigh highs and pumps, nipple clamps that were not too tight, and dangled a long metal chain. I led her, in a daze, to climb up and stand on two benches, that were 3 feet above the floor. Rather shaky, they were placed 2 feet apart so when she stood on them in her high heel pumps, her legs were spread open must right. She almost fell balancing on them. She was facing a mirror. I put her wrists in handcuffs behind her back. I commanded her to close her eyes. She now stood high up to the ceiling, under a hook she did not notice. I quickly put a noose around her neck. She was instantly alarmed, but was helpless now to get out of this.

“You will orgasm more times than you can count. You will do it because I control your orgasms and I control your breathing. The orgasms will get stronger each time as you realize that it makes you weaker, and if you fall, your ultimate fetish – to have an intense orgasm at the very moment of total strangulation.” She was filled with fear and arousal so great she was hyperventilating. That was fine, since I was now climbing up a platform behind her. I turned on a projector that covered her perfect torso with video snippets of me in all my erotic torture moments. Then, I put on my vibrating strap on. I slid it between her legs, so that it rested on her clit. Then, I used my remote control to start torturing the Gimp. He watched me and could not help his arousal, which drove him insane knowing that I was just starting to make him cum. The woman’s legs were trembling as I slid the vibrating dildo up into her wet chasm or pleasure. Then, I took one hand, now clad in a leather glove, and placed it over her nose and mouth. Then, I began pumping slowly in and out of her. This was combining every erotic fetish she had. The vibrating dildo hit its mark. And once the orgasms started building, they did not stop.

I am a master at erotic breath play. The more turned on and orgasmic I got, the more the Gimp got, and the more she got. Her first orgasm was so intense she nearly fell right off the start! But she clenched around my strap on with her lips to steady herself, which sent a huge wave or orgasmic intensity to me at the right moment, and I could barely keep from fucking her right off the stools. Whew, talk about intense.

Then, I began again … faster. Soon, we had a rhythm going, with her bending just enough to allow perfect penetration to her G spot. There we were, a triangle or orgasms. Any one of us could cum first, triggering the sudden orgasms in the others. Only your Goddess was conditioned enough in orgasmic intensity to keep going. Your Wicked Energizer Bunny of Mind Control kept the Gimp and Hang Slut going for over an hour. And each orgasm got more intense, more draining, more painful for the Gimp and more addicting to the Hang Slut.

A few times, she did almost fall, one time to the point that she was choking for a half minute before I could recover enough from my release to balance her properly again.

When I had had enough, I removed the noose. She begged me not to, but, I know when I have had enough, and, when she was properly programmed. The Gimp? When I untied his balls, a flood of cum mixed with a pinkish blood from a few exploding tubes drained out in a huge volume.

I left them to be cared for and cleaned up by my Servants, who had jealously waited in their cages, silent, blindfolded, only listening to hours of erotic pleasure.

Yes, how I do love Halloween. Seems to unlock doors of creative sadism in me. But, to everyone’s pleasure. You should see how I treat the Elves in December!