The Wish

A lot has happened since my first session with Mistress Emma & this one.

My first session with Her was my first taste of what Hell could look like. It was painful, but damn, did it taste good.

From that moment on, it was clear I wasn't going anywhere. I wanted more.

In the meantime, we've had multiple sessions & we've signed an ownership contract (which had some special clauses at my request). One of these clauses gives Mistress Emma the right to decide if I get a safe word or not. By default, I would have none.

And now we had planned our most severe punishment session yet. Oh boy, would I live to regret that clause…

In this story, I will tell you about the last session & how wrong I was during my first story, "Angels & Demons".

I thought Mistress Emma was a Demon who had dragged me into Her lair.

Never have I been more wrong. She is not just a Demon…

She is the Queen of Hell, & She showed me just how big her dominion was.

She rules all 9 circles of Hell & took me to quite a lot of them this time.

But first, I need to tell you WHY I got punished so severely. If only to warn you what can happen if you let Mistress Emma down.

During our previous sessions, I had found ways to make Mistress Emma stop torturing me, to show me mercy.

Even without a safe word…

I will not tell you what they were, as I'm sure Mistress Emma would just delete them from the story anyway.

However, after signing the contract, in which I swore I would always be honest with Her, I had to confess this to Mistress Emma.

Suffice it to say She was not amused. After hearing my confession, She decided that I must be punished appropriately.

Because even though I had asked for sessions without safe words where Mistress Emma could unleash Herself on me, I always managed to wiggle out from the hardest torture & steer the session towards the softer & more pleasurable side. And this could not stand.

It was time I paid the price.

Of course, I agreed with my Goddess fully, so when scheduling this (4h) session, I asked Her in multiple ways to punish me so severely that I would never try the same shit again.

When Mistress Emma read my request, She replied to me straight away:

"Brace yourself, on that day I will show you why we must think twice before we make a wish…"

This sent my heart racing. I just realized what I'd requested & that there was no going back now.  Although I knew I needed to be punished, I think my request just ensured the session would be even more intense.

I didn't know what to feel. My mind was pulling itself apart, trying to figure out if I should be turned on or scared to death.

It desperately told me to be scared to death, but my body was showing me otherwise. In the end, it settled for both at the same time.

The Challenge

In the days following my request, we messaged back & forth a bit, and I asked if we could possibly extend the session to 6 hours.

(Yes, I know…

It was my body speaking.

Not my mind.)

I told Mistress Emma I would have to check my budget, though & confirm.

Later that week, my mind realized what I was about to do and took over completely.

I was about to prolong my torture session voluntarily… Suddenly, I was scared to death again.

And my body -instead of countering the panic with lust & arousal- succumbed to it fully.  This time, I wasn't getting hard. Instead, it felt like my cock & balls were shriveling & trying to pop back into my body, looking for a safe place. (As if they knew what was coming…)

So I sent a message to Mistress Emma that I would not be able to make 6h work. We would need to keep the session for a duration of 4h.

Mistress Emma replied with a voice message pretty quickly & sounded véry amused.

"Now I can't really help myself but kiiiind of wonder… Did you really chicken out due to financial reasons, or did you think, "ok, you know what, in 6h I might not even survive that, so I'd better be smart about it."  I assume you didn't do it for this reason, but still, I can't help it… The shade of doubt is there."

I heard the glee in her voice when She said that to me. Mistress Emma was so happy with how scared She made me.

Of course, She had me there… I could not deny it. And hearing Her voice, so joyful, my body stirred again.

Even though I knew I would meet the Demon, Her voice was the voice of an Angel. My body couldn't resist. I couldn't resist. In the end, we agreed to extend the session to 5h.

The days leading up to the session were kind of a haze, if I'm honest. They were dominated with both lust & terror.

And in that haze, I did something extremely stupid.

I still don't know what I was thinking…

The evening before the session, I CHALLENGED Mistress Emma.

I texted Her to ask if She was ready to drag me to Hell tomorrow? I asked if She would be able to resist my pleas for mercy?  I asked if she was up to the task…   (Like, WTF, how could I possibly think this is a good idea?)

Mistress Emma swiftly responded again with a voice message:

"Excuse me?????  Am I ready???  Oh, that is so fun…  I'm not only ready, I have been looking forward to this opportunity for ever so long that you best believe TOMORROW. IS. THE. DAY. There is no coming back. There is no denying it anymore. TOMORROW. IS. THE. DAY. So ready or not, here I come."

I felt like Hagrid from Harry Potter after that message… ("I shouldn't have said that. I should NOT have said that…")

The Descent

So finally the day arrived. Reality was sinking in.

My most severe punishment session was coming. And I was scared shitless. But I made my bed & I had to sleep in it.

When arriving at the door, my nerves were completely wrecked. I was on the verge of breaking down. Of asking Mistress Emma to abort the plan & to have a softer session.
Telling Her I couldn't take it. That I wasn't ready. I half wanted to turn around and just run & never come back. I was about to disappoint Her.

Until…

Mistress Emma opened the door for me, and I was blown away.

She was wearing a glorious blood-red outfit, forged straight from the fires of Hell, ready to fuel Her wrath beyond unprecedented levels. Accentuating Her curves, highlighting her divine breasts.

She. Looked. HOT.

This was an outfit designed to lure helpless men to the deepest circle of Hell & keep them there.

Gone was the pretense of being an Angel.

Here stood the Queen of Hell. And She would not be denied.

She led me down to the dungeon & I almost couldn't speak anymore.

My nerves were shot, my mind was weak, my body was tense, & Her charm was calling to me like a Siren calls to sailors.

The pull was irresistible.

It was then that Mistress Emma came to stand before me & said:

"Today is the day, slave. You promised me a punishment session without mercy. Without misbehavior. We have been focusing on your needs during the last couple of sessions & now the Demon is hungry. Will you honor your promise? Will you feed the Demon?" She said.

I was sitting on her torture table & she was standing before me, slightly bent forward, using her magnificent cleavage to muddle my mind.

"Yes, Mistress," I mumbled.

I couldn't say much, dumbfounded as I was.

"Now, I have thought about it, and normally I would grant you 1 safe word for such a severe session. For medical reasons, you know. However, you have promised me multiple times already that I could unleash myself & have always failed to deliver on that promise.  So I decided you will NOT get a safe word today. Not one.  The Demon inside me will not be denied any longer."

"Yes, Mistress," I mumbled again.

My head was gone. There were other things She said. She gave quite a long speech, actually. Also, something about a chastity consequence if I did not deliver on my promise.

But to be honest, I can't remember the details of Her speech anymore.

There's only one thing I remember…

The lure of Her. Calling me. Enticing me. Draining me of all my willpower.

The Threshold

When I came out of the shower on my hands & knees, Mistress Emma was sitting there with a cane in her hand.

Waiting for me. She beckoned me forward and asked: "Who am I, slave?"

"You're my Goddess, Mistress," I replied.

She told me to follow Her while She guided me to the torture table.

It was time to cross the threshold & enter the first circle of Hell.

Once I lay down on my back, Mistress Emma secured my hands & feet. There, I couldn't run anymore.

I was stuck. Next, She took a sock, put it in my mouth & put duct tape all around my head to make sure it stays in place.

She wanted to be certain Her host would not be bothered by all my screaming…  (That bodes well for me, doesn't it?)

My Goddess started slow, however. She started stroking my cock softly. It felt heavenly. I started moaning & was smiling.

I was surprised. I thought I was supposed to be punished? And here She was, turning me on.

Of course, it was just a ruse. She smiled at me deviously & gave me a slap on my balls.

Another on my cock. And another. And another…  To be honest, it actually felt quite nice. It was still turning me on.

Suddenly, the slaps were coming in quick succession, though, rising both in intensity and in speed.

It didn't feel so nice anymore. My moaning turned into some soft screams near the end.

"Yes, there it is. Give me more!" the Queen said.

Then Mistress Emma stepped away & got some shoelaces that She tied around my cock & balls. That way, they could not play hide & seek by shriveling away when being tortured. She slapped them again, harder this time.  Then Miss Emma took a paddle. One with metal studs on it. And She started hitting my cock & balls with it.

Fuck, that hurt… My screams were being muffled in the sock, while I was trying to twist my body away from the blows.

Mistress Emma noticed I was trying to avoid the blows, & She couldn't have that.

So She took one of Her hoisting mechanisms that is fixed to the ceiling & attached it to the shoelaces.

And She started turning the mechanism. I felt the line going taut. And still She kept turning.

I felt its pull on my cock & balls, pulling them up. I tried to relieve the pressure by hoisting my butt off the table, but I couldn't keep that up.  So now there was a constant tension on my balls & I couldn't twist anymore without hurting myself.

Mistress Emma came back with a smile on Her face and a sparkle in Her eyes. "Good, now you can't twist away anymore." She said.

The hits continued, first with Her hand, then with the paddle.

I tried to move & get away, but it was impossible & only brought me more pain. Mistress Emma kept hitting harder & harder, just as my screams were getting louder & louder. This went on for quite a while, until Mistress Emma decided that the warming up was over.

Hence, She removed the shoelaces & said:

"It's time to take it to the next level, slave. Do you know what I'm talking about?  It's time we finally get to something that you have been worming your way out of for the last year. But guess what, this time it's going to happen… There's no going back."

I saw the joy in her eyes. The Queen had shown me the first few circles of Hell as an appetizer, and now it was time to move deeper into the bowels of her dominion.

To places where the souls of the damned wither & die. And if you hadn't figured it out by now, I had damned my own soul. First, by lying to Mistress Emma & tricking Her into showing me mercy. Second, by challenging her.

Of course, I knew what She was talking about. It was time for the dreaded alligator clips. It's been a running joke between us.

For months, these have been hanging over my head. Yet, I always managed to avoid Her using them during our sessions.

But not this time… This time, there was no way out.

The Void

She walked over to where the alligator clips were lying, took the chain with all 20 (!!!) of them & came back.

Her eyes were gleaming with anticipation. Mine were filled with dread.

"Are you ready, slave?" She asked.

(No, I was not… But what could I do? I couldn't get away, I couldn't talk & I had damned myself…)

The first one got attached to my balls.

Mistress Emma had warned me multiple times already that these clips were cruel & extremely painful (just like Her).

But there was no way I could have prepared for this. No way I could have known.

This time, there was no real scream. I wanted to, though. I tried. I really did.

But all that came out was some kind of high-pitched whiny whimpering. It was all I could manage.

"Oh, slave, I warned you they were cruel, didn't I?" She laughed.

"Unfortunately for you, we're just getting started. 1 down, still 19 to go!"

For a second, the Angel appeared & took pity on me. "Try not to focus on the pain, but focus on me." She said.

It was brief, though. We were entering the deeper circles of Hell & it was clear that Angels are banished here.

Here, the Queen reigns supreme. And She would not let the Angel interfere.

The second alligator clip got attached just next to the first one. I tried to focus on Her divine looks instead of the pain, like She told me. And for a moment, it seemed like it would work. The pain didn't stop, of course, but somehow, it seemed that the call of the Siren managed to take the sharpest edges off.  A brief glimmer of hope entered my eyes. "I can do this." I thought.

The Queen saw this & smiled deviously. She loved seeing that glimmer. There's nothing sweeter than breaking someone's spirit by squashing all hope that remains & making it disappear into the void.

The third one was attached. The fourth. The fifth.

The world disappeared around me. I couldn't scream. I couldn't think. I saw the void and I knew… There is only one thing that can survive here. And it isn't hope.

The glimmer died. I felt it—the silence of hope extinguished.

There was only 1 thing left. Pain. A constant, excruciating pain.

And on it went, all of them in a row, starting from my balls, working their way up via my cock, until the last ones were placed on my foreskin. "There, slave, they are all attached. Now this is ART. And it looks ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL."

I had tears in my eyes. I couldn't talk. But my eyes were obviously pleading to take them off.

"Oh, are you suffering? Do you still think I'm not up to the task, slave?" She said.

"Don't worry, I'll take them off… eventually. After months of talking about it, they are finally being used. You don't expect me not to play with them a little bit, now do you?"

Panic bubbled to the surface.  Play with them? You've got to be kidding me, right?  Is She crazy? As if the pain wasn't severe enough.

She slowly (yes, SLOWLY…)  got Her phone & started taking pictures of Her "work of art", including selfies with it.

Then, She took the clips in Her hand & started moving them around & pulling on them a little bit.

(You know, if it would have been a horror movie, this is the moment where time would freeze & the main character would have an out-of-body experience or flashback scene, where you see them thinking about their life choices. Wondering how it all went to hell.)

This was literally the most amount of pain I had ever been in.

And somehow, I HAD ASKED FOR IT.

This went on for quite some time, and I started to feel numb. Though I don't know if numb is the right word.

It's not that the pain was gone. It was just, the pain became a constant. Like it had always been there. Like a long-lost companion. As if I wasn't just seeing the void. I was becoming part of it & it was becoming a part of me.

Until finally, I heard the sweet words of redemption, calling me back just in time.

"Ok, slave. I think that's about enough with the alligator clips for a first experience."

Hope sparked again.

The relief must have flooded my face uncontrollably, because Mistress Emma immediately followed with:

"Oh, but don't think you're out of the woods just yet. This next part will not be a walk in the park… You'll see."

Mistress Emma took the first clip off. And She did not lie. Gone was the constant pain, replaced by a shock that tore through me. Like dead flesh being jolted awake, cruelly resurrected.

The shock subsided.

The Queen laughed. "You see, slave? I told you this wasn't going to be easy…"

The second one came off. Another bolt of pain shot through my body, filling the hole the void had left.

She removed the third one before the previous shock had subsided. Compounding the effects.

This was unreal. Even the removal of the torture devices hurt like HELL.

The fourth shock hit. Then the fifth. On and on it went, like a crescendo of discordant notes, each one adding its strength to the previous one…

Suddenly, the shocks stopped, and I was filled with an overwhelming sense of relief.

At last, it was over. The clips were off and the glimmer of hope returned, fragile & flickering.

"There you go, slave. It's done. We FINALLY got to use the alligator clips."

As I was lying there, my cock & balls were feeling numb. (It turns out they would actually have been safer if they had managed to pop back into my body, like they wanted to before the session.)

There was only 1 thought that crossed my mind, though; one about another special clause in our ownership contract that I would live to regret. The clause reads: "The alligator clips can NEVER become a hard limit in any way. The slave is sentenced to fear the use of alligator clips by Mistress Emma on his cock & balls for the rest of his life."

I had foolishly added that before ever experiencing them. Now I'm sentenced to forever fearing punishment sessions with Mistress Emma. And something tells me this will not be the last one…

My Queen untied me & gave me a moment to compose myself, but it didn't last long. Unfortunately for me, the tour of Hell was far from over. I had visited the void, but there were still other unexplored areas in Her dominion.

The Fields of Agony

Soon, She ordered me to lie back on the table -now on my front side- & put the sock back in my mouth.

Mistress Emma took my feet & put them through the wooden plank with 2 holes at the lower end of the table. Then she fastened my hands to the crank at the head of the table & started turning the crank to stretch me out as much as possible.

Of course, this was not enough for Her. I might not be able to escape this way, but I could still wiggle around, & She would not have that. Not for this next part. So without saying a word, Mistress Emma took some very long bondage ropes & used them to tie me up further. She took Her time for this & did it in complete silence. I think it must have taken over 20 minutes. To be honest, I was glad for this respite. It gave me some time to recover from the previous ordeal & it also meant that there were 20 fewer minutes left in the session where I would suffer. The downside was that there was definitely no escaping the pain that would come next…

By the end of it, I was so immobilized that I couldn't move a muscle anymore.

"Now, slave. Are you ready for what is to come?  Last time you denied me the opportunity to feed on your screams.

This time, however, there is no way out. There is no escape for you. And you will scream. Trust me. The Demon is hungry."

Mistress Emma went to Her rack, selected various whips & canes that She would use, and laid them somewhere close by.

At that moment, I knew which area we were entering. We were in the Fields of Agony. A place where screams come alive & linger as echoes of the damned.

I recognized it. I had been here before. During our first session, the Demon had taken me into its lair. Apparently, it was located here, in this corner of Hell.

This time, however, it wasn't just the Demon standing before me. It was the Queen of Hell.

This time, She planned on composing an entire symphony.

With my body as the main instrument and my screams echoing throughout eternity.

She took the first whip, a familiar flogger; one I knew She liked to use for warm-ups. She started to hit me with it. Slowly at first, almost teasing. (almost…) But the tempo shifted quickly. The hits came faster & harder, until each strike landed with a stinging burn. Then She started "spinning" the whip in quick arcs, compounding the burning sensations.

I screamed softly into the sock that was still taped to my mouth.

"Ah, yes, there they are. The screams. I want more!" She said.

It turns out the Queen has similar appetites to the Demon!

She set the flogger aside as if closing one movement of Her symphony, then reached for the next instrument: another flogger, this one duller, heavier, less stinging but no less cruel.

Again, She starts slowly, but the pace rises quickly, each blow landing on the same spot over and over again. My screams grew louder, and my Queen savored every note.

She varied her rhythm—sometimes pausing to let me wait in dread, sometimes unleashing a flurry of quick strikes. She was playing with my mind as much as my body.

I started to squirm, trying to shift just a little bit. To avoid the same spot being targeted over & over again. But to no avail. Mistress Emma had foreseen this & had bound me so tightly, there was absolutely no wiggle room or escape.

She switched back to the first whip. The stinging one. But this time, there was no restraint. All pretense of warming up or building up was gone. She was unleashing Her full fury at me for lying to her. For weaseling my way out of Her punishments. For denying Her the satisfaction of reveling in my screams.

This was the Queen of Hell showing me Her vengeance. And She was GLORIOUS.

But She was hungry for more. She set down the flogger with deliberate care. Another movement ended, another to begin. She picked up Her cane and traced it along my body, and fear flooded me. I knew this instrument too well. It was the cane that had broken me in our first session, where I had used my safe word. But I didn't have one anymore, did I?

Suddenly, the first strike came. A shock tore through my body again. Not like electricity this time, but like skin splitting & leaving a line of fire carved into my body... Fear turned to panic. There was no escape. No constant pain to retreat into, no void to fade into. Only sharp, merciless bursts and one unanswered question. "Will there be anything left of me after this?" 

Each strike was a discordant note. And unlike the crescendo of twenty clips, this symphony had no end in sight.

My screams rose louder & louder, swelling into the symphony. The sock in my mouth wasn't enough anymore to muffle the sound. Mistress Emma didn't stop, however. She just went over to the radio, turned the music louder, and returned with a relentless assault to feast on my screams.

After some time, Mistress Emma laid the cane aside. But there was no respite. The symphony was not finished yet, and it was time for the last movement to begin. She reached for her beloved paddle. The one with Her name carved into it, one of Her favorite tools for composing symphonies.

The first blow landed, and oh, how I hate this paddle. Of all Her instruments, I hate this one the most. It is the bass drum of Her orchestra, each strike a heavy, flat thunderclap.

She struck me full force, hit after hit, blow after blow. I'm screaming at the top of my lungs now.

How could someone so small hit so hard? It was unreal. But Mistress Emma was unfazed. I had brought this on myself. And She would not be denied. I had damned my soul.

I have no idea how long this went on. Time became a blur. I thrashed my head left & right; the only part of my body I could still move.  I didn't know how much more I could take, but there was nothing I could do.

Finally, the symphony reached its crescendo. It was complete.

The last note faded, leaving me trembling and broken, but perfectly tuned to Her will.

The Ashes

The symphony had ended, but its echoes still lingered in my body.

The Queen gave way, allowing the Angel to come for me.

To lift me from the ashes & bring me back to the surface again. Or at least, what was left of me.

Mistress Emma began to soothe me.

"It's ok. It's over now."

"Just relax. Breathe."

All while caressing me softly.

She let me rest & slowly untied me. Whispering comforting words. Telling me it's ok.

When I was fully untied, Mistress Emma stood close to me, caressed me & asked me if I was alright.

She gave me a piece of chocolate & some water to replenish my strength.

Then, the Queen guided me to the bed, where we lay together for a while. Cuddling & spooning while I recovered from my descent into Hell.

"I'm proud of you, slave." She says.

"You delivered on your promise & allowed me to unleash myself. There is still some training to be done, that's for sure, but you did well."

This filled me with warmth. Yes, I had suffered immensely, but I'd made my Mistress proud & happy.

And that made it all worth it.

I'm sure there is still more of Her dominion to explore, and that the deepest circle of Hell is still to come.

But I will rise again from the ashes, becoming a more worthy slave each time.