{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"1c749da0-ca37-4eb2-a009-5a94af48d918","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-11-26T14:55:52.228Z","title":"My Second Visit To A German Domme","slug":"my-second-visit-to-a-german-domme","shortId":"hvPBr41A","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A reprise of My Visit To A German Domme, an ultra-masochist really suffers at the hands of a cruel dominatrix.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"b69c57cb-6820-4cbb-b903-853fe9fd6886","title":null,"summary":"\nMy Second Visit To A German\nDomme\n\n\n\nRelated to Crowley by a male\nsubmissive. This is a sequel to t","wordCount":1381,"readTime":7,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nMy Second Visit To A German\nDomme

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\nRelated to Crowley by a male\nsubmissive. This is a sequel to the short story My\nVisit to a German Domme.\nRead that one first.

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\nMy Second Visit To A German\nDomme

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\n“So you went back to the\ndomme?” Crowley asked the male masochist, who was telling his tale\nof cock torture and suffering.

\n “Well, yeah, I had to. I\nstill had that cock cage on me, and I had to get it removed. She had\nthe key, and I didn’t fancy the other options for getting it off my\ncock, such as very hot flames of something which might cut through\nthe metal. I couldn’t go back to England wearing that cock cage, as\nI was sure it would show up at the airport when I went through the\nscanner. I went to see her a week later, for another session which\nshe was going to film. \n

\n “Of course my body had\nnot recovered from my ordeal of the previous week. My back and\nbuttocks were covered with scabs from the brutal whipping which I had\nendured. Hell, that was decades ago, and I’ve still got little\nwhite scars all over my back, that’s how bad it was. She was one of\nthe most sadistic dommes in the world. \n

\n “When I went in her rooms\nshe said that she was going to do all of the things which she hadn’t\ndone on the previous visit. I was told that if I was good that I\nwould be allowed to cum at the end of the session, a reward normally\ndenied to her clients. Again it would be a no limits session. She\nsaid that she had considered castrating me, in this session, but that\nI should be thankful that she had decided against it. She preferred\nto torture balls, anyway, rather than cut them off, although she\nclaimed that she had performed a castration and penectomy on one\nclient in the past. I’m just saying that to indicate just how\nextreme she was. \n

\n “Again I was gagged, so\nthat I would not complain too much. Again a full leather hood went\nover my head, keeping the gag in place. This hood was, if anything,\nthicker than the one which I had worn on the preceding week. Again\nthe only holes in the hood were for my nostrils. I found that I could\nstill hear perfectly well while wearing the hood, though. Maybe the\nleather was slightly thinner over my ears.

\n “Anyway, as soon as I had\nthe hood on she turned on all of her cameras. The fist image on the\nvideo is of me standing there, with the hood on my head, and my cock\nstill locked up in the cock cage. Next she removed the cock cage. It\nwas a sign that she intended to engage in some cock and ball torture,\none of her favourite things. That didn’t bother my cock, though. It\nwas glad to be released, and it became semi-detumescent, although I\ndid not achieve a full erection. I had not made the mistake, this\nweek, of taking Viagra beforehand. \n

\n “I was told that she\nwould be pleased if she did not have to tie me up just yet, and if I\ncould bear the first couple of tortures just standing there. It was\nimplied that it might have an impact on whether I did get to cum at\nthe end of the session.

\n “She told me to stand\nwith my legs spread as widely as possible. I spread my legs until I\nfelt an ache in my thighs. I felt her attach something to my\ntesticles. It was a plastic ball crusher. She tightened it until I\nscreamed around the gag, my knees almost buckling. Then she tightened\nit some more, until my poor balls was crushed almost flat. There was\nan ache in my belly which would not go away and did not lessen. \n

\n “There was a ring on the\nball stretcher, and Madame X – as I shall call her – added\nweights to the ball crusher, stretching my tormented balls away from\nmy body. This had the effect of pulling down my hardening cock, and\nit was to that which she turned next. She got some rough sandpaper,\nand sanded up and down my defenceless shaft, removing all of the\nscabs from the previous week, making my cock bleed all along the\nshaft. I screamed with the pain. I screamed even more when she\napplied some menthol astringent to my bleeding cock. That made her\nlaugh. \n

\n “She had done the shaft.\nBut she did not neglect my cock’s head. She made sure that it was\nfully abraded, removing the top layer of skin, so that it was all\nbloody. Again the astringent was applied. It felt as though my glans\nwas on fire. I feared that it wouldn’t be much use in the future.\nBut I had come here voluntarily, of course. \n

\n “She removed the weights\non my balls. But that was only so that she could give my balls\nanother kicking. This did not go on for as long as the previous week.\nIt was only so that my testicles would swell up inside my scrotum.\nShe hung me from the ceiling by the ever-present chains, letting me\nswing.

\n “Then she got out her\nfavourite ball-crusher. She showed it to the camera. This one looked\nmore like a lemon squeezer. It was made of clear plastic, with two\nhollows for each of my balls. The hollows could be made smaller by\nturning metal screws. On the inside of the hollows were little metal\nneedles, each one about half an inch long. When the ball-crusher was\nclosed the needles would be forced through the scrotum to pierce the\nflesh of my testicles. \n

\n “She fitted the torture\ndevice around my balls, then turned the screws. I felt my balls\ncrushed and pierced at the same time. She kept going until the\ncrusher was almost completely closed. Even without the needles it\nwould have been torture, my testicles too big for the cups which held\nthem. But with the needles I felt as though I was in hell.

\n “I didn’t know that\nwires connected each metal needle, and that they could be\nelectrified. That was what she did next. She attached a red wire to\nthe left cup, and a black wire to the right. Then she turned on the\npower. \n

\n “It felt as though my\nballs were being cooked from the inside. You can see my body jerking\nas my balls are shocked. She left the room for around twenty minutes,\nrunning the power through my balls, letting me suffer.

\n “When she came back and\nreleased me from the chains and the ball-crusher I fell to the floor.\nI felt half-dead. I lay on the floor as she raped my arse again with\nher favourite strap-on. I no longer cared. I didn’t think that the\ntorture could get worse. That was before she tied me up so that she\ncould whip the soles of my feet, giving me a brutal bastinado, and\nhardly able to walk in the days ahead. With every step I took I would\nthink of her.

\n “More whipping followed,\nas she sought out which bits of white flesh she had missed the\nprevious week. The whipping went on and on, teaching me a new meaning\nfor pain. I think that a lot of the time I was semi-conscious. I look\nat the video I have of the session, and I cannot recall a lot of the\nother stuff which she did to me. I’m sorry that I can’t recall\nany more details, Crowley, but that was the way that it was. I was\nutterly broken. She could have left me then, and it would have been\nenough. But there had been one more thing which she had promised me,\nand that was the branding.

\n “She dragged me over a\nsawhorse, as I couldn’t really stand, by that time. She chained me\nso that she couldn’t move. Then she branded an X on my left\nbuttock. I fainted.

\n “When I came around I was\nhanging by chains with my cock lying on a wooden table. She had a\nhammer and nails. She said that she hadn’t wanted me to miss this.\nShe hammered two nails through my cock shaft, right behind my glans.\nI watch this bit on the video again and again. She got another brand,\na smaller one, and thrust it into my glans, leaving an X when it was\npulled away. When I recovered from fainting she told me that, every\ntime that I masturbate, I will think of her. And I do, every time\nthat I cum, usually with my cock and balls in bondage.”

\n That concluded Crowley’s\ninterview with this ultra-masochist. He never went back to that\nGerman domme. Crowley guessed that twice was enough for a lifetime of\nmasochistic memories.

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\nThe End

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