Slave Mook

Today, Mistress Violet instructed me to write a story of how I imagine our first IRL session together will be. Here is my humble offering. Thank you Mistress Violet.

“So, what’s your reason for visiting Canada today?”

Okay, Okay, Okay…you practiced this in the airplane toilet on the way here. Maintain eye contact, stop trembling and looking excited, try not to sweat and whatever you do, don’t tell the nice immigration chap that you’re here to see your Owner and to get a bit tortured.

“Oh…just to visit some friends and see Montreal. I’ve never been here.” Damn it! That was too much information, he’s onto you. You’re gonna end up in a detention centre somewhere and get deported to New Zealand.

“Great. Welcome to Canada. Enjoy your stay.”

Wait, what?! It’s real. I’m here. A taxi to the hotel, get some sleep…who am I kidding, I’m in the same city as Mistress Violet, no way I’m sleeping…then tomorrow, I follow instructions to go to some place called “Opalace”. That’s all I know. That’s all I want to know, just let whatever happens happen.

I start trembling again as I pick up my bag. I can also feel that my chastity cage is now 100% in containment mode. I try not to smile like an idiot as I go through customs then go outside and suck my first breath of Canadian air. The same air that Mistress Violet is breathing!!!

The taxi driver doesn’t want to talk much and I make it to my hotel without compulsively spilling the whole story. I check in and then head to my room. Finally, alone, I throw my bags on the bed and dance around for a few minutes until I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and sensibly decide to stop.

The next day, I wake up early and go out to find coffee then back to the hotel to pace around the room until it’s time to go. As I walk to Opalace, I feel like I’m just a bundle of nerve endings. A million uncontrolled neurons firing at random and creating tiny emotional explosions through my whole body.

I arrive, enter the building and follow instructions to go to room 207. The door gives a little when I tentatively push it. I enter to find a room full of equipment but no-one else is there. In the centre of the room is a small rectangular cage with its door open and an envelope leaning against it.

Heart pounding, I approach the cage and pick up the envelope. Inside is a single piece of paper with instructions, hand written in block letters.

HELLO MY PET. I WANT YOU TO ENTER THE CAGE BACKWARDS ON ALL FOURS. BACK ONTO THE PLUG UNTIL YOU ARE FULLY PENETRATED. PUT ON THE GAG. CUFF YOUR HANDS THROUGH THE BARS OF THE DOOR THEN PULL IT CLOSED.

It’s Mistress Violet’s unmistakeably perfect tone of sweet, gentle cruelty. I bend down and look into the cage and see the huge butt plug protruding from the back wall. The cage itself is so small, I realise I’ll need to almost curl up in a ball to fit inside. I’m so happy to be here.

I take off my clothes and follow the instructions. The plug is larger than anything I've experienced, and as I back onto it, a sharp pain shoots through me. I grit my teeth, pushing back until it's fully inside me. My hands find the cuffs, and the moment I pull the cage door closed I hear the lock click. Part of me realises how trapped I really am. But I’m way to excited to care. Mistress Violet will be here soon….

But I’m wrong. Minutes pass, then hours. The initial excitement fades, replaced by concern. I shift, trying to find a comfortable position, but there is none. The cage is too small, the plug too large. Pain radiates from my ass, up my spine and into my shoulders as I hunch over.

The thought of Mistress Violet's arrival keeps me going, but as the hours stretch into the evening, doubt creeps in. Is this a test? A punishment? I can't tell. My mind races, conjuring images of what's to come, of her touch, her voice. But the pain is real, it's growing and soon becomes the only thing I can think about.

Fear sets in. What if she doesn't come? What if this is the wrong day. I'm trapped, helpless. The thought should excite me, but instead, it terrifies me. I'm desperate now, desperate for her presence, for release, for anything.

In my head I form a mantra to keep the looming despair at a distance. “I must endure this. I must endure this to please Mistress Violet.” I repeat it over and over, my voice a whisper in the silence and the growing darkness. It's all I have left, all that keeps me from breaking completely. The words become a lifeline , but it’s not enough to hold off the despair and I begin to sob.

The door creaks open, and a sliver of light cuts through the darkness. Mistress Violet's silhouette appears, and hope surges through me. Relief, I think. Relief from the pain, from the uncertainty. But she doesn't look at me. She ignores me completely. Sitting in a chair facing away from me, she takes out her phone and begins texting.

I watch. I'm still here, still in pain, still waiting. My body aching, my mind racing. Why doesn't she acknowledge me? Is this part of the test? I try to shift, to ease the pressure on my knees, my shoulders, but the cage is unforgiving. The plug, still lodged deep inside me, is a constant reminder of my predicament.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she turns to me. Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles. Her smile is both kind and predatory, and it sends a shiver of terror and desire down my spine. She moves closer, her heels clicking on the floor. I can't move, can't escape, can only wait for what's to come.

“Hello my sweet pet. I see you’ve made yourself comfortable”. How does she do that…sounding delightful and malevolent at the same time. And OMG, that beautiful accent!

“It’s so nice to finally meet you…and to finally get my hands on you.”

She chuckles then attaches a chain to the roof of the cage, and with a whir, of an electric winch I'm lifted off the floor and raised to just above Mistress Violet’s head height. The cage swings gently, and I'm vulnerable, helpless, completely at her mercy.

Mistress Violet reaches into a drawer and pulls out a set of vicious looking clamps, some electric cables and an electro controller. Reaching through the bars of my cage, she attaches clamps to my balls, my dick and my nipples. Each clamp is a sharp pain, layered over the dull agony of my cramped body and the plug in my ass. But I’m helpless and mute. All I can do is submit.

She attaches the cables to each of the clamps and to the base of the plug, then she attaches the other ends to the controller. I notice this isn’t like the dinky little battery powered controller bravely I bought on eBay. This is serious. This controller plugs into the mains power outlet on the wall!

The next hour is one crescendo of mind-bending pain after another. Each a different blend of target body parts, intensity and pattern. I could feel Mistress Violet’s delicate touch in every shock. And it was so beautiful, so relentless and I screamed. I hit my limit and I screamed. I found my new mantra again “I must endure this, I tell myself. I must endure this to please Mistress Violet.” At the end of that hour, I am broken. But I’ve never felt closer to anyone as to Mistress Violet in this moment.

Suddenly, the cage is lowering, and I'm back on the ground. Mistress Violet is in front of me. She unlocks the cage and watches me slowly and painfully inch out of its grip. Her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement.

“That was fun. Did you enjoy that my pet?”

I collapse on the floor at her feet and she reaches down and removes my gag. For the first time I’m truly aware that I’m actually in Mistress Violet’s presence. Her scent, her touch are intoxicating.

“Go and get yourself cleaned up. I want to see you back here is 5 minutes.”

I go to the bathroom and shower. When I return, Mistress Violet is sitting and instructs me to kneel before her. She puts a collar and a leash on me and we just talk for a bit. I’m shaking and my voice is weak and nervous. But I’m so happy to be here.

Eventually Mistress Violet says. “I’d like to play some more now. Come this way.”

She tugs hard on my leash and leads me to where a pair of leather cuffs are dangling from a horizontal bar that is attached to the winch. She locks me in, my wrists pulled up, my body stretched. Then, a spreader bar, forcing my legs apart.

I'm on my toes, almost suspended, spread, exposed. The pain is back, the ache in my shoulders, my wrists, my legs.

The first strike is light; a gentle caress compared to the pain I've already experienced. But it's a promise, a warning of what's coming. "You are mine," she whispers, her voice a soft contrast to the sting of the whip.

Each stroke builds on the last, the intensity escalating, the pain deepening. "You are mine," she repeats, her voice a gentle invitation to torment. The whip, the flogger, the cane—each instrument of pain becomes a part of me as I let myself fall into the moment. I become lost in the pain, lost in her voice, lost in the rhythm of her strikes.

The welts bloom on my skin, red, angry, a map of my devotion to her. I’m overwhelmed by a desire to give more of myself to her. A beautiful, pure and absolute submission to my Mistress Violet.

And she can sense that in me too. I’ve become her prey.

"You are mine," she whispers, each word a strike, each strike a reminder. I can feel myself breaking…no it’s not breaking. I feel myself being obliterated, disappearing, becoming transparent.

“You’re mine” she says.

I let myself go and I'm hers.

The beating stops, and I'm left hanging, my body aching, my mind shattered. Then I'm being lowered to the floor where I collapse in a heap of quivering emotions.

Mistress Violet stands over me, her eyes gleaming, her voice soft. "You’ve done so well my pet. Would you like a little reward?"

“Thank you, Mistress Violet.” I groan.

She reaches for her phone. I watch, curious, as she types out a message. Then, she looks at me, takes the leash in her hand and pulls me to my hands and knees.

“This way. I want you to lie on this bench.”

I climb onto the bench and she pins me down with leather straps across my chest and thighs. There is a knock at the door and a figure enters the room. Mistress Violet looks down and me and smiles.

“I’m going to give you something that will always remind you of who you belong to. Oh, and it’s a handy attachment point for my leash.”

She turns to the figure who has been unpacking some equipment from a bag. “He’s ready when you are.”

A few moments later I feel a cold spray on my cock and then a numbing sensation. Mistress Violet looks down on me, her eyes drinking in my confusion and fear. I feel some pressure in the tip of my cock and then an intense, burning pain. More pressure and pain, then the sound of a padlock clicking shut.

“Perfect. Would you like to see?”

Mistress Violet releases the leather straps and I’m able to lift my head and see what’s been done to me. A Prince Albert piercing with a sizeable stainless-steel padlock through it. Mistress Violet waves a pair of keys on a chain in front of me and laughs.

“And these… stay with me.”

All I can think is that now I truly belong to her.

That, and…they’re gonna love this at airport security.

Today my Mistress started me on a program of rules a rituals designed to deepen her control and my submission. One rule is to put myself in chastity whenever possible. In my time as Mistress Lee’s slave I’ve come to love and desperately crave being locked in that cruel little steel cage. And today, being in chastity made me truly understand that my cock ( my body) no-longer belongs to me. Such a sense of joy. Thank you Mistress Lee 🙏

Today I failed my Mistress. She generously sent me 5 tasks...5 opportunities to serve her. But I failed. On two of my tasks, I sent my Mistress half arsed media. I have no excuse and am grateful to Mistress for calling out my failure and holding me to her standards. I have learned and will continue to learn. Thank you Mistress.

Today my unbelievably awesome Goddess, Mistress Lee Dom, commanded me to construct an instrument of my own torture in my workshop. With my chastity cage on, my collar tight around my neck and my plug in my butt, I spent the day labouring to please my Goddess. The result - a hand made ball crusher with retractable spikes and electro terminals. I'm incredibly proud of my creation and so grateful for the inspiration of my beautiful Goddess Mistress Lee Dom.