"you smell like an old used tampon"

it is rare when i am able to come up with enough money to honor my Mistress with a session. however, during the holidays, somehow, i was able to do just that. i always enjoy O/our sessions. imaginative and creative, my Mistress, Ms Eliza, is also cunning and ruthless in Her methods of dispatching me. as a consummate pain slut, i am constantly seeking brutal and torturous ways in which to push the envelope of pain, degradation and humiliation. My Mistress is always willing to comply and the chemistry that takes place between U/us as Sadist and masochist is at times so extreme and severe, that it scares the holy living shit out of me. i love how She is able to read me and not hold back when it comes to jerking, yanking and tightening the chains which bind me to Her. i in turn release my inhibitions and fears which allows Her to totally overpower and subjugate me through hard assed and despicable means. the ensuing melee turns into a recipe for ripened bloodlust, which seeks to satiate both O/our unquenchable appetites, but invariably leads U/us to crave even more.

i rustled out of my covers and looked at my watch. it was still early, but i could not contain the energy and enthusiasm which seemed to course through my veins. today was the day of my personal session with my Mistress. the house was quiet and still. i knew She would still be sleeping, but i was so excited that i decided to get up, get dressed and check on my car and belongings. i hastily packed my things and hauled a few items to my vehicle. when i returned i heard my Mistress' sweet voice calling me from Her bedroom.

"pet, what time is it?" i bounded up the stairs to greet Her. She sat upright in the four poster and stretched Her lithe, winsome body out catlike which ended with a cute yawn.

"its 10:45AM Mistress." i took my usual place crouched on the floor beneath Her. soon i felt Her supple hands tossle and rustle through my coarse hair. She stretched and yawned again. Her long black mane cascaded down the strong feminine contours of Her back. She lifted Her arms to shoulder height, the characteristic muscular bulges of Her biceps were still apparent from the play of the night before.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... W/we have so much to do today pet." She stretched out and launched Her fit body upwards. Her pert breasts peaked inside Her t-shirt. bulged and then relaxed.

i swallowed hard and tried to maintain my composure. "yes Mistress. i know W/we do."

"Now I want you to go downstairs to fix me some breakfast while I get ready. ok?" i obeyed and went downstairs to fix Her some scrambled eggs. i prepared everything the way She liked and then called Her down for breakfast. it wasn't long before She came into the kitchen. i almost dropped the pan of eggs when i saw Her. She was dressed all in black, with the tightest pair of black yoga pants i had ever seen! Her biceps seemed to bulge appreciatively from the skin tight, small, black t-shirt She was wearing.

"Well what do you think pet? How do I look?" i gulped down hard and tried not to rattle the pan. She giggled and laughed with derision at my apparent discomfort. "Well, I will take that as a fearful yes." She smiled and patted me on the cheek. "do you think that these pants are way too tight?" with raised eyebrows, She tossed Her black mane and showed a sardonic grin. She baited me and waited for a response. i swallowed hard again. Her legs were utterly magnificent. Her muscular thighs jutted out and flared above Her hardened cut calves. Her derriere was clearly on display, encased in the skin tight, black, lycra material. little was left to one's imagination. wrinkles and any type of fold had all been banished. i know it is cliche to say this, but a quarter would of bounced very nicely off Her rounded tight behind.

W/we ate O/our breakfast together, but it was quite evident from the outset that the domination had begun. She innately knew the triggers to push to get my fetish fears churning.

"Oh, i'm so glad you didn't burn the eggs again, the way You usually do pet, otherwise I would have to smash your face into your plate. but you would like that, wouldn't you?" She playfully forced and pushed my head into my plate. some egg residue dribbled down my cheek and chin. "No,... I know what you would like..."Yes, This is what you want, isn't it?" She put Her Nike sneakered foot up forcefully on top of my thigh as close to my crotch without actually touching it. "Mmmmmmm ... You want these in your face ... to smell them after I have worn them. Mmmmmmmmmm ... can you just imagine how they would feel on your face now?" she took one of Her Nike sneakers off and smacked me hard across the face. ohhhhh, i could smell the ambrosia like essence emanating from her warm soles. it was too much to bear.i began to shake and shudder and teared up just a bit. She peered at me and took my face in Her hand. giggling and mocking me She tightened the screws of my torment and dug a little deeper into the fears of my subconscious."Awwww don't worry and tremble so", She spoke with chaste school girl innocence. "I'll beat You senseless with these soon enough." Her voice was comforting, rhapsodic, yet laced with just a tinge of the psychotic.

The bullying was incessant. while, i had experienced it before via email and over the cell phone, i had never woken up to it and faced it dead on in the morning. i didn't know how to respond to Her verbal jabs and taunts. i was fractured and ultimately disoriented and to make matters worse, the session hadn't even begun. She slapped me full in the face playfully but definitely seeking to intimidate and rattle me. the slaps were hard then soft, then harder still, and likewise softer. She watched me and devoured me with Her sharp seductive smile. raising Her eyebrows, She smirked then clobbered me hard one more time with an extended open palm. my head was already starting to spin and ring. i felt the swelling raised relief of Her hand-print burn across my left cheek. "Awwwwwwe, i know that one hurt. didn't it?" Her tone was vitriolic and full of condescension. i flinched as She reached down and patted my bruised and reddened face. "no flinching ... or i may not be able to help myself today." She laughed as She reached for my poor nose. "oh, and there's that nose that always gets in the way ... doesn't it?" She grabbed my nose hard between Her sinewy, strong fingers, pinching and gouging as if She was an MD probing for stress fractures. "Mmmmmmmmm ... do You think i should crush it or break it? ... again, pet? i felt Her increase the pressure torquing down on the cartilage. "it was so fun and amusing the last time i managed to snap the thing. Remember?" She playfully flicked my injured nose with Her sharpened finger tips. i gazed at Her feebly, while forced down on my hands and knees near Her white socks. the pain was incredibly sharp and intense as She dug Her nails down harder into my nasal cavity. my tears began to trickle and flow which seemed to entice and excite Her more. "Awwwwe, she grabbed the collar of my shirt brusquely, I know You are scared of me ... or is it more of what I am going to do to You my little pet?" She stroked my cheek with the back of Her palm and then got up to leave the table.

"Now clean this place up, then find my phone and then come upstairs ... I have a few more things for You to do for me before O/our session. Ok?" She again patted my cheek, smiled and then was gone. i nursed the hand print, feeling the reddened swollen ridges with my trembling fingers. i quickly cleaned the kitchen, found my Mistresses phone, retrieved Her purse and was back up in Her presence quickly again like the well trained pet that i had become.

but, something about Her demeanor had changed rather drastically. if prior to this, She was the "wise-cracking, sweet-talking, mesmerizing, bullying school girl", now, She was nothing like i had experienced before. She had adeptly applied additional makeup and Her look had become all the more convincingly dark, forboding and sinister. i was not sure, but it seemed also that She carried Herself with more of an adroitness, in touch with every curve and hardened muscle in Her body. Her deltoids seemed to bulge and leap to definition beneath Her skintight black t-shirt. another frightening fact was in regard to Her stature, she seemed as if She had grown another 2 or 3 inches in height. but that would of been impossible! She carried Herself convincingly, with a female swagger that belied the obvious confidence She knew She possessed, to pulverize me into miniscule male spermacide globules at the flex or contortion of Her hardened, strong body. i shivered and cowered in Her powerful presence. the mind fucking games were flying faster than my poor male mind could comprehend. She stepped forward and displayed Her body in the full sunshine of a nearby window. She stroked Her long tresses, teasing the dark locks out of their confines and magnifying their volume with each consecutive, preening sweep.

now, She was talking, but, i was not listening. i was too focused and mesmerized by the power and control She held innately over me.

"What was that?" She was going on about something .... something about not being able to find some soccer cleats in the closet. and "now what?" clothes, ... go and gather some clothes somewhere, somehow? but, everything was so fuzzy. i must of been delusional. i couldn't, or was it didn't want to comprehend or hear. i blinked and struggled to bring myself back to consciousness from this femdom paradox. but, i couldn't and wouldn't focus ...

"pescado!!! what the FUCK!... can't you keep up?!!!" my Mistress had to literally speak harshly to me to shake me out of the uncomprehensive state i found myself in. She derided me and poked fun. criticizing the fact, that i had to be told umpteen times what to do. i finally complied and did find the long blue dress, and her dry cleaned black leather fringed jacket, and also another dress. they were soon in Her car and Her purse was ready to go also.

i bolted upstairs one more time.
"i'm finished Mistress ... i've done all that Youv'e requested. Mistress?... Mistress? ... i searched frantically for Her. but She was nowhere to be found upstairs. i was now starting to sweat... rather, profusely and a tad out of breath. my heart was beating in double time about to go into triple time. i was starting to grow pensive. i yelled for Her one more time. Mistress where are You!! i peered into Her bedroom, but She was nowhere to be found in this huge house. Suddenly,...

"I'm down here You silly boy." I walked out and peered over the railing that permitted a view of downstairs. "Have You done everything that I asked of You?" i nodded my head like a knowing puppy dog. "Good boy." now, get Your ass down here so W/we can begin.

i flew downstairs as quickly as i could almost passing Her in the process. She had one of Her other slaves set-up the mats for Her while i was doing Her bidding. She also asked that additional blankets be laid down to prevent any bodily fluids from staining the carpet.

"ok, now pet, did You bring water for both of U/us?" i could never understand why my Mistress needed water during a session. She never seemed to sweat, or get winded. it was i who always ended up in a mussed up, drenched in sweat and in a disheveled state begging for h2o. i said yes and set them down.

i changed quickly into my khaki shorts and an older white t-shirt. my innocent looking white crew socks looked like fresh meat compared to Her turf grinding, asphalt eating Nikes. i'm not sure why that turns me on so, it just always has.
i sat down on the mat and watched as She went through a choreographed routine of limbering up and stretching. it was amazing to watch the svelteness and flexibility She had at Her disposal. She arched Her back and stretched Her lithe body out serpentine bending down and stretching one leg at a time over Her head until the toes touched. She did some amazing flips and did some unbelievable straddle touches that i knew i could never do.

then, She looked me straight in the eye adjusted Her wrist protector and said. "Ready, lets begin." Her fists came up in a characteristic fighter's stance on cue and she began to dance around me, testing my reflexes, which were unbelievably slow compared to Hers. She began to hit and swat at me playfully at first. trash talking and baby talking to me as only She could pull off.

" oh, You are so slow and pathetic. didn't You see that one coming?" Her tight, light fist clocked me hard and then bounced across the cheek. it hurt like hell! even though, i had learned something about defending myself against some punches, She was always way too fast for me. Her deadly combinations were constantly peppering me with rapid fire jack rabbit attacks. Once, She would deck me with a hard left She would then follow through with a pummeling right cross, or a devastatingly numbing back fist. the slapping was calculated and mind blowingly intense. She slapped me hard across the bridge of my nose and the slope of my brow. i was already starting to feel the puffiness and the swelling. it seemed like this was going to be a long drawn out session. i prepared myself for Her onslaught. each time She punched me, it was always buttoned up with a grin and grimace at the same time. . sometimes She would lick the top row of Her teeth and curling Her tongue around the jagged contours of their pointed orifices. "Awwwww, you don't look so good do You?" "Your cheeks are getting all red and puffy." She grabbed the camera out of my book bag and took some candids of my contused and swollen face. i managed to pull off a confused and dazed grin. my eyes were glazed a bit and i could feel the knots already beginning to form under neath my cheek bones and around my eye sockets. i was now starting to sweat and drip like the outside of a glass of water left out too long on a humid summer day. the sweat was beading and, compact dripping into my eyes and it stung like hell. but, i wanted to continue. it excited me to be abused and beaten by Her. to feel Her lethal, compact fists turn my face into malleable putty. She caressed my bruised face gently then gave it a hard swat with Her open palm.

"Awwwww, had enough boy?" i again felt the characteristic swelling and the rising texture from Her embedded hand print. She laughed with evil derision, stepped back and viewed Her handy work, but not before She had punched me hard in the balls."Ohhhhhhh Hahahahahah ... DICK PUNCH!" She yelled ... i doubled over in pain from her hard bony fist's impact. it felt as if my balls had been jettisoned to the top of my throat ... screaming to get out! "Hmmmm...didn't see that one coming ... did you?" i managed to eek out a soprano utterance which more closely resembled a squelch. i writhed and twitched on the ground for too long obviously.

"Get the up! but, i couldn't move. "i said, get the Fuck up!" She grabbed my ear and gouged them with Her sharpened nails. it felt like She was going to rip it off and it was excruciatingly painful.

now usually, after a few rounds of fisticuffs with this sadistic Siren, She usually reverts to grappling and i have little chance of surviving Her constricting onslaught. particularly, if She traps either my head or any other weakened limb in between Her calves or much worse, Her thighs. but, this did not seem to be on Her agenda for today. She was genuinely enjoying the pummeling She was delivering full force to my face. once in awhile, Her body went on grappling "auto pilot", but, the She quickly reversed the programing back to an authentic face busting, cheek cracking, beat down. i continued to marvel with the way She danced and parried before me. striking hard and soft with well aimed jabs and crosses. taking pot shots at will now, She beat me senseless with well aimed,seemingly lazer guided, jacked up punches, striking and nailing me constantly in the forehead, cheeks and bridge of my nose. Her strikes began to accelerate so fast that i swear that i heard the strike well after She had launched the lethal combinations. my nose was beginning to resemble an inflated, distended strawberry with my pores resembling the holes the seeds would tightly burst out of. She was actually enjoying the slaughter, but something had changed. The strikes were coming faster and harder and their impact was agonizingly painful. i couldn't see the hits coming anymore. i only heard the sounds of Her fist whizzing by and then smacking me hard. i was dazed, swollen, bruised and i think it had only been a little more than 5 minutes.

the piston packed punches continued to explode and erupt all over my face. but, She seemed bound and determined to make my nose suffer the most from Her bone shattering slaps and punches. what hurt most was the wrist protector She had donned. each time She hit me with it, it felt as if the side of my head would split and cave in from the impact. i tried in vain to defend myself, but Her reflexes were too fast. She played and parried with the strikes, but now Her punches were really starting to sting and hurt.

then ...

She launched a wild, solid volley of punches and strikes and the last hard right jammed me straight in the nose. it was cartilage smashing and potently lethal. it achieved the perfect, desired results She had been aching to deliver. i bent down, dizzy and a little punch drunk. She wasn't satisfied and raised her fists to deliver some more pugilistic punishment. Her punches were becoming stronger and more focused. the skill She used to deliver them was teeth shattering. i am not sure as to what happened next, but i do know that it set into motion a chain reaction of events that caused my session with my punch happy Mistress to end terribly prematurely.

"Awwwww, Your face is starting to look all smushy ..." She razzed and teased me while inspecting my face for damage. suddenly it happened. my nose began to drip and bleed. my Mistress was ecstatic! i watched as Her eyes widened and seemingly danced. Her sardonic grin took on a wicked leer. Her points barely brushing the sides of Her lips. She stepped in and grabbed the sides of my face then started laughing. "Ha ha" ... you are really dripping now dork." true, the dripping was now quite steady and it was going from my nose into the slit of my puffy lips and then dribbling down the front of my shirt. i coughed and gagged a little ...

"please take a picture of this Mistress i pleaded." She found my camera and clicked some more candids of my swollen, beaten face.
"ooooooooh ... Her tone was dark, and utterly sultry ... it was almost as if it came from deep within, much like i would imagine deepened,dark sexual utterances would sound. "mmmmmmm... She glazed Her points with the tip of Her tongue. W/we must continue."

"ready"... She raised Her fists again in a fighter's stance. i was still dripping, and sniffling bits of blood and mucous ... trying to keep it in my nose, with little success. "Let me get to that nose." She jabbed my nose playfully, but i knew what Her intentions were. without warning She launched a hard left into the side of my left cheek. i heard the sickening sound of something popping and tearing loose. i thought for sure that the sound was a back tooth being knocked out and dislodged from it's socket. She must of heard it too for Her eyes narrowed into slits and Her grin widened up then down into a snarl. i swallowed and continued to choke on my blood, trying to stay out of the line of fire from her clipping punches. but, i was not fast enough.

WAP! She hammered on my face and decked me incredibly hard between the eyes with a crushing right cross. then, before i could even register what had happened, She followed through with a powerful,lethal left cross that nearly tore the top of my head off. both hits were aimed perfectly and what little bit of equilibrium i had left came crashing down to the mats. i was dazed, and dizzy and now my nose was a bloody gusher that refused to shut off. i sat seemingly comatose in the middle of the mat covered in blood. i looked timidly around me and saw that i was sitting in a large pool of my blood.

my Mistress was delighted , "there, that did it. i knew i could make you bleed." She stood over me like a prize fighter who had just won the trophy belt. blood was everywhere! all over my face, arms, legs, hands and fingers. it had even seeped well down below into my underwear and was covering my cock profusely. suddenly, She realized the physical gravity of the situation, sprang into action.

"Are you ok pet? ... She grabbed my blood matted hair and peered into my swollen, bruised, eyes. "Damnit pescado, speak up! look into my eyes!" She yanked my head harder and took a greater amount of hair in Her fist. i yawned ... i knew what She was doing. She took on the air of a concerned medical professional. She checked my eyes to see if i was catatonic and if the tell tale signs of my pupils being dialated were present. i'll go upstairs to get some towels and some cold compresses.

"no." i said. i was on edge and on the verge of crying from being bullied about and the pummeling had seemed to have knocked my emotions to all kilter. "stop" ... just stop. please Mistress." my lips were quivering and the brave face that i had put on throughout the match melted into a gully washer of salty tears. i reached for the camera with one of my blood stained hands. "take a picture please Mistress." She stopped and looked at me with a disapproving look which then blended into a sarcastic grin. "She began snapping pictures and laughing as She went.

" Mmmmmmmm ....would you look at that?" She took a few more pics, walked past me and then spoke abruptly, "Gawd, you are such a fucking blood whore!" i just giggled and laughed at the comment. She knew me so well. it was scary. "Can you fucking believe all of this shit?' i mean... look at all your blood. you are sitting in a pool of it." She gestured finally taking the last pics. then she stood up with hands on hips and began to walk away. but, before She did She raised an eyebrow and said. "you know ... you smell just like an old used tampon." true the entire room had taken on the sticky sweet iron induced aroma of blood. there was no escaping the putrid smell. i do not know what it was about that emasculating comment, but i suddenly went painfully hard and struggled to cover up and not let my Mistress see. i don't think i was too successful.

She smirked, laughed and threw some towels and cleaning solution at me.

"Now, look at this mess You made." She spoke furtively. "i have to go pick someone up and by the time i get back i want my mats nice and clean and this place cleaned up. In the meantime, you had better hop over and get Your ass in the shower. and ... i don't want to see a single drop of blood on My carpet. Do You understand? She stood over me like some Amazonian Goddess with Her hands on Her hips. Her biceps and triceps were delightfully pumped. i felt so small and inconsequential in terms of Her world.

i nodded my head in agreement with lowered eyes. "Good boy. i'll just have to keep you with me today so i can keep an eye on you. wouldn't want you to convulse and go into a coma now.... would we pet?" She patted my cheek and then got up to walk away. She always knew the words to use and what to say to make my spine go frigid and the hair on the back of my neck stand erect.

"oh and one more thing ... She met me in the bathroom as i prepared to shower. "Now tell me, who gave You more of a bloody nose and a brutal beatdown experience overall .... Me or Ming? it's not because i am in any type of school girl competition with Her ... i just need to know." i stood in front of the mirror and gazed at the reflection of my Mistresses' bloody handiwork. i was covered from head to toe in buckets of my own blood and still dripping. i smiled and faced Her and said,

"who do You think Mistress? it is You. You are the one who beats me up until i bleed uncontrollably." She smiled patted my cheek and then said,

"i thought so ... don't ever forget it pet." i nodded and then She was gone.

in all, O/our session only lasted 15 bone smashing, brutal, pain induced minutes. but, those minutes were an absolute pain induced Nirvana for me. i was high on endorphins for the rest of the day.

i reflect frequently on that session. Even though it was incredibly brief, it's intensity and passion rocked my world. for the next week i was reminded daily of the damage, force and magnitude of my Mistress'fist as i continually daily coughed up bits of bloody phlegm, sputum and mucous. the dried up coagulated clots of blood that i either sneezed out or were suddenly dislodged in a tissue was a telling testament of the extreme force of Femdom nature that my Mistress had become.

i peered at the hardened scabbed over bits and pieces of blood and realized that this is what i am to my Mistress. my body is Hers to do with as She sees fit. i do so long to be Her sacrifice again. my blood burns and yearns again to be tried and released. i hope soon dear Mistress. i hope very, very soon.