our 5 hours in studio LUX
i rang the bell to Studio Lux and waited for it to open, the instructions that Master Aion Payne had sent were firmly in my head, and had been for the last week. The safe word, the preparation before hand and the expected protocol.
The door opened and i got on to my knees and kissed His boots. He led me into the studio, where i again kissed His boots. i took a deep breath and exhaled, i was back in the presence of my Master. i handed over the tribute and most importantly the key to my cage, a cage i had been wearing at Master's instruction for 106 days. From that moment on there was no turning back. He was my Master, i was His property, to be used as He wished. Our messages in the weeks running up to the meeting had made it clear what we both desired from the session. i wanted to be taken into deepest subspace as possible, He wanted an outlet for His sadism.
I returned to Master's boots and started to lick, the deepest sign of submission for me and the quickest way to get to the desired sub space. From then on i had no free will, if Master gave an order i followed it. After being ordered back on to my knees i looked at Master standing there in His latex, i was in awe. i followed His order to worship His body, my tongue and hands gliding over the shiny surface. Each second strengthening the Master slave bond between us.
"As i screamed out ‘Ninety-four, ninety five’, i was relieved they were coming to the end, but also wished that there were more to come. Although i would possibly have come to regret that thought later on."
Lying on the floor Master blindfolded me and unzipped my rubber vest, and shorts. Exposing my locked caged worm, and my nipples. It was time for some pain. He carefully clamped my nipples, we both took pleasure in the pain that resulted from a slowly but deliberate pull on the connecting chain. i winced and exhaled, and said ‘Thank You Master’. a thank you that came from the depths of my soul. Then suddenly something slapped against my balls, and again, and again. Each one being followed by a ‘Thank You Master’. These three words would be the most frequently used during my visit.
Now time for the first punishment. Led across the room still blindfolded i was secured to a steel frame, and admonished for the number of time i had asked and been granted to take my cage off shortly in the last 106 days. I was made to feel quite rightly guilty, and also reminded of the shame and embarrassment that i rightly felt at the size of what i had once laughingly called a cock. It was nothing of the sort, the best way of describing the pathetic specimen is a worm.
There was only one place for the worm and that was a cage. Instructed to calculate how many occasions i had taken my cage off (required to facilitate medical appointments and the journey through airport security) i replied with ten. That's when the first whack happened. ‘Count them’ Master instructed. ‘One Master, Two Master , three Master…’ It took a while but i realised that when Master was inflicting his 32nd beating, I was being given ten whacks for each occasion I was unlocked. Each whack got harder, matched by the increase in volume of my counting.
As i screamed out ‘Ninety-four, ninety five’, i was relieved they were coming to the end, but also wished that there were more to come. Although i would possibly have come to regret that thought later on.
Still blindfolded i was unaware of anything other than the power Master Aion had over me. That i was fully under His control, in His care, and i was totally content with that. i was guided to another part of the dungeon, the blindfold now removed, allowing me to see the face of my Master. He brought out some pallet wrap, and proceeded to wrap it around my torso, as it tightened i started to relax, another sign of my contentment at being His property. i have no idea how long it took but very soon most of my body was now enclosed by the shiny black material. i was lowered on to the floor and more was wrapped around my feet and arms. I was now tightly bound. Next up was my head. After everything what i can remember is the touch and sensation i felt as Master secured me in the wrap, and ensured that i was able to breathe easily. ‘Stick out your tongue’, a hole was made, but quickly filled with a gag. i slowly realised that it was inflating in my mouth. "Breathe deeply" Master instructed. Now i had no sense of what was going on, no vision, limited hearing and no sense of feeling. Instead of the safe word i was instructed to lift my lower limbs, - limbs that could no longer be considered legs -and do it three times. i later told Master that i must have looked like some freaky merman. i have no idea of how long i was like this, Master made His presence felt by the occasional kick, or the pressure I felt as as He sat on my chest and my face. The gag was removed and i was encouraged to worship His groin. Not that encouragement was needed, as my mouth suckled on Him, my deficiencies became all too clear, as did His prowess and superiority.
"Breathe deeply" Master instructed. Now i had no sense of what was going on, no vision, limited hearing and no sense of feeling. Instead of the safe word i was instructed to lift my lower limbs, - limbs that could no longer be considered legs -and do it three times."
Released, i was instructed to shower but the break was brief. Master was in a sadistic mood again. Out with more pallet wrap, this time only my upper half was restricted, junk was exposed, i had at this stage realised that the cage was off. The worm was in for some punishment, but my backside needed some attention too, i felt something cold against the hole then something was pushed in and quickly began to vibrate i had not much of an opportunity to get used to the sensation when the first impact on my junk was felt. i wore on Master's patience as He got extremely cross each time i moved my restrained hands in an attempt to deflect or avoid the impact. The way He got me to comply was to sit on me with His knees pinning down my arms to stop their movement. The air was filled with screams and pig like grunts, as i failed His orders to be silent.
It was now time for a return visit to the metal frame for more impact play, and more screaming, as my buttocks was subjected to severe treatment. My pleas for mercy were listened to but only after twenty of the hardest beatings of the session each one counted out and thanked. As I reached 17 a small part wanted it to continue but I was also relieved when released and returned to the floor. It was clear that the time had come to pay attention to Master's needs and that i had to put in some work and show appreciation. Master possess a wonderful manhood, and i could easily have knelt there and looked at it for ages, i was instructed to worship. This meant more than just a quick ordeal. "No teeth", an order i dare not have disobeyed. i allowed gravity to lower my throat on to His majestic wonder. i was in Heaven, worshipping my God.
During the session Master was calling me names, inflicting pleasurable pain, and had promised that i would get a chance to be His urinal. That time had come, i was expecting nothing more than just a warm stream down my throat straight from the source. So i was confused when i was again instructed to kneel and more pallet wrap was brought out. As during the first mummification process i was totally engulfed. i could Hear the ripping of tape, before i was told i was ready. Brought up onto my feet i was led out of the Steel Room, i sensed where i was going, and the cold tiles of the bathroom confirmed it. i was lowered into a lying down position, and felt something enter my mouth. i could tell it was a funnel of some kind.
"Lying there i never felt more dehumanised, or objectified, yet had never felt more content with my place. Then it began, the funnel started to fill up and into my throat. There was no doubt about it, i was a human urinal."
Lying there i never felt more dehumanised, or objectified, yet had never felt more content with my place. Then it began, the funnel started to fill up and into my throat. There was no doubt about it, i was a human urinal.
Half an hour later i was showered and dressed, my session with Maser Aion was ending.
i had been taken into the deepest subspace, i had been made to scream, to beg. He treated me like a lowlife which i had asked him to, yet Master had ensured that whilst satisfying His own needs he did so with empathy, and care ensuring that i was safe and comfortable. Looking forward to next time with Master Aion, looking forward to going even further.
/ slave Ash