Filing and Marking Part 1: Delivery

 Filing and Marking Part 1: Delivery


Slowly, over several hours, the pain seeps into my lower back and never goes away. My heart burned because I had to sit still. I want to get rid of that person, I want to kick him out, but I can't. I tried to move my legs in quick, desperate strokes to get some relief again, but it was no use. My Mistress Nastasia tied them tightly in a few quick strokes, leaving no room for movement. I lost track of time and didn't know how long it had been since I had mummified him in a latex bag on the floor in front of him. An hour, two hours, more? Long nights in a cell make me sweaty and dirty and make me feel like I'm no match for him. My hair feels greasy and tangled. For nearly twenty-four hours, not a single light shone in my eyes, and not even once could I see my magical master, but very strictly. The same thing happened in the morning when he removed my blindfold and closed my eyes. But I have the feeling that Madame Nastasia is standing by my head, looking at me with a mixture of pride and satisfaction. Her eyes feast on my cock as she gets to do something she's wanted for a long time. He leaves his room door wide open because he wants to show off his work to all his colleagues. Then I hear footsteps. A few steps away from high heels. "Oh, you look pretty tired." As he approached, his colleague said: Another said: "That's a nice big piercing." The lady is pleased. "Yes, I have a big needle." Mrs. Nastasia laughs. “Four times he screamed so loud when I pierced his foreskin, and now he's branded as my slave. "It will continue to be so."



For a long time I rejected that stigma, but two weeks ago I surrendered. Not voluntarily. Not at all. But after Mrs. Nastasia and one of her companions set upon me like a lion on the hunt, I saw no other way than to submit entirely to my mistress. It was something I never thought I would do, but it was such a powerful experience that I couldn't get over it. That evening, three weeks ago, I expected a colleague to visit you. Of course, my preconceptions were about what women would do, and the thought excited me. Moreover, after three weeks of virginity, I expected a warm welcome from my master. A gentle touch or two or a soft whisper will make me boil if she wants! But everything, absolutely everything turned out differently than I thought. So I learned a very hard lesson. Never meet Mrs. Nastasia with fixed thoughts!



That evening, three weeks ago, I walked up to the wall in front of my waiting FemDom door and felt my penis throbbing in the basement. Reaching orgasm without Ms. Nastasia is strictly forbidden. I know from experience what happens if you disobey the order, so I try to avoid any attack. Driven by an insatiable passion, I look forward to each meeting more and more. He likes it very much. He makes me willing to be his slave and unfortunately he is right.



As always, there is a lot to do, but not so much this time. Leather handcuffs, long arm warmers, blindfold and gloves. Madame Nastasia often puts this in my face because it leaves me completely defenseless. Today he attached a small clip to the hand warmer, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I try to get noticed by wearing whatever clothes I can and ringing the doorbell. But before I could do that, my girl noticed me and dragged me to FemDom. He stands right behind the door and shows you what the clips are for and how to put the cuffs on correctly. He lifted my shirt and attached the cuffs with these creatures on them to my nipples. They bit each other hard and took a few deep breaths. But Mrs. Nastasia doesn't care. Suddenly he grabs my belt and pulls me forward with a small jerk. Two more hands wrap around my neck and shoulders. "To introduce myself?" My assistant!", - laughs Nastasia. Both are in a good mood and exchange ideas with each other. Someone will send me to the front, and Mrs. Nastasia will lead me to the front. I feel uncomfortable. I quickly got to the right room and the women told me to stop. "Knock out number 4 quickly!" – ordered Mrs. Nastasia. First I stood up like a dehydrated poodle. How different from my dream of my master's gracious hospitality! You can't change at all. Mrs. Nastasia thinks "one". Which? I think and feel the nipple clamps hurt my nipples. Your colleague will be happy to count to "2". God, my head hurts. They keep counting me until I'm empty and then I get a cane set for sure! Where have I experienced this? I imagined it completely differently! "3" – Hosts are counted one at a time. Nothing has been done yet. What can i do? Anyway, let's quickly take off our shoes. "4". But now? What should we do? I need a hand, but I don't have the guts to remove the nipple clamp in one swing. So I start opening my hand with my teeth to get my glove off. "Fifth, he's not stupid." says Mrs. Nastasia cheerfully, but she immediately removes the handcuffs from my hands, so I can't decide anything. He then gracefully releases the clamps from my nipples, making them glisten with pain. "six". While the girls are having fun, I get down to business without a hitch. I'm trying to pull my shirt over my head and there's "10"! But it wasn't until 3:00 PM that I could take off my shirt. I was terrified of how the rod would go in such a graceful arc over my already sore ass. You have to suffer because you don't want to embarrass Ms. Nastasia in front of your colleagues. "16" I try to focus on my work again. How do I pull my socks off with these gloves? I tried it sitting on the floor. I don't doubt for a second that it matters. Mrs. Nastasia doesn't annoy me. I have no choice but to obey. Still, I can't shake the thought, and I'm still afraid of my master's gentle touch. How nice would it be to feel your fingertips slide gently and thrillingly along my body? But the reality is completely different. Cold, hard, stubborn and demanding. "20". My wife is having a great time with her colleague and they both had fun at my expense. I'm dying because of it. Is he 20 and only missing one sock? I have to go faster - somehow. The second is that you can do it right away when you've found the trick, but now you're faced with the dreaded task of taking off your pants. By 23, I know how to stand up and introduce myself to women. Bare body, bare legs and only black jeans. How to untie that belt and those pants? “You're too slow number 4. We need to put this into practice. "Nothing." muttered my wife. Yes, you can certainly do that, but it won't help you now. However, if you're wearing gloves, you can easily unbuckle your belt, but you can't unbuckle your pants. "26". I tried in vain, but I could not open that damn button for the pleasure of the ladies. As I continue to happily count and keep a very precise rhythm, I feel the time passing and the rhythm getting stronger. "30"! Now I'm actually desperately trying to pull my pants down without unzipping or zipping them. But slowly. The ladies love it. "34" is the sound I hear from my knees. They fell to the ground and I fought them. "36" Standing in innocent white underwear, quickly take it off and take it off. "40"! Damn, episode 40 with a stick. How much does it cost Can you warm me up first? "Number 4 was, as I said, very slow." Mrs. Nastasia makes complex calculations that I don't understand. "Four equals exactly 1000 hits with this stick." I was standing there, shocked, empty, my dick was ordered by KG, the key was hanging on a chain around my master's neck, my hands were tied. I was speechless!

But the owner doesn't give me time to act. Madame Nastasia held me on one side and your colleague on the other. Soon you will take me to Liege. "Turn around and go up." Ms. Nastasia ordered. I quickly realize that I am exactly where I want to be without knowing what is actually happening to me. Now the masters work together to control the slaves. Mrs. Nastasia is on the right and her assistant is on the left. They form a team that is in perfect harmony. First, my hands and feet are linked in perfect synchronicity. This is worrying. I was excited for the first time, I relaxed a little and enjoyed the feeling of being tied, but it didn't last long. "I bought a new breast retainer," Ms. Nastasia tells her colleague. "Do they have power?" I would like to know that. "That's right. But even without them, they suffer a lot. We have to try it. I'll take it right away." "That's for sure!" - says the other woman happily. I'm a little tired and I'm not really interested. My master steps back from the lounger and his assistant grabs my nipples and begins a painful game for me, unable to stifle my soft moans. However, this does not prevent you from increasing the intensity. "Slave number 4, today you will learn the ultimate cumming sequence." I'm afraid to ask what it is, but I have a secret, very unsettling suspicion. But she won't leave us alone for long. The violent manipulation of the nipples stopped, but the lady immediately closed the clamps. They are warming up. I think I can feel the little teeth digging aggressively into my nipples, teasing me. I am not familiar with these brackets and it just boggles my mind. The pain won't go away. But my master will accompany me as long as he likes. "Do you want to log in?" "love!" Your reply will be returned immediately. "They're not big." "No, it's not big." My master knowingly agreed. Then the clamp is connected and the master's assistant quickly turns on the current. At first you will feel pain in the nipple, but the flow will gradually become stronger and complement the clamp bite until it finally subsides. The nurse alternates between currents, teasing me and confusing me gradually. I learned a lot from my teacher and this lady seems to tell me that I am just as strong. They try to bear the pain with confidence, but this does not suit women. Then Ms. Nastasia said, "I'm going to take KG #4 from you. I want your cock. I'm going to twist it for you!"



This announcement gave me chills. I doubted it when my assistant talked about the supreme sprint command, but hearing it clearly from my wife is something else. I started wringing my hands unconsciously, not because I was weak, but because I was afraid. I have to spray in front of other women for fear of being recorded. Dry the outside. Careful! I have often imagined what a sewn tail would look like. Now I will find out. "Oh, I'm so happy for him!" The assistant laughs. The lady takes off the chain, puts the key in the lock and opens the KG. "No. 4, everything flows again. Lick it!” In this way, Mrs. Nastasia put her beautiful fingers in my mouth and forced me to lick the juices. He then yanked KG off, shaking violently as his assistant roughly increased his torturous force on me for a moment. It's hard. He does not rest even for a second. - Do you need an easy Nastasia? "Yes, with joy, with bright light. To do that, you must be able to love." My tormentor is losing weight, but not completely. There were constant pains in the nipples, they were bitten with pliers and electric shocks were applied. But I put up with it because I know the owner likes it. A work light was installed while Nastasia put on gloves and sprayed my cock with disinfectant. I like the cool feeling when he does it, but it always means something bad. "Now I bring you the clothes I sewed!"



I wanted to rest for a while, but my strength returned immediately, faster this time. A quiet scream escapes me. I would rip my braces off if I could. But I wouldn't dream of it. There are only two alternatives. It's about patience and asking for mercy. However, the second was omitted altogether. I don't want to do this to my master. "Now I have them all." Even when Nastasia returns and her colleague turns off the power, Clamp continues to bite her nipple. The pain gradually eases, but does not go away. "Now I just have to watch how to sew everything to make sure it fits." That's how Mrs. Nastasia started to check my penis. But this is not a game. He carefully monitors where and how the stitches are placed. "Number 4 will definitely be tight." He spoke in the serious tone of a doctor. "I do it differently today, like — you know?" This will pull the log forward slightly. - Yes I like. can i help you – asks a colleague. I feel like I'm slowly freezing. Madame Nastasia removes the log and carefully puts everything back in. After a while he pulls her forward again and I'm very excited. But you don't care. Now it's painful. Mrs. Nastasia takes the needle, moves the foreskin into position and makes the first stitch. Although it was painful, he managed to pull the string. I can feel it sliding through my skin. He carefully put everything back together and gave me a second shot, which hurt a bit. With four eyes the cock was hermetically closed, but at least half hard. Because that contact was interesting to me. After three weeks of virginity, my penis becomes very sensitive, especially at the hands of Mrs. Nastasia! But as much as I want your fun touches, I can't get much more out of a stitched rooster. "It's like a sausage." The assistant laughed. “Just look at the point in front of you. It's definitely a sausage. What should I do now? - Madame Nastasia looks a little serious, but then she smiles. "I put the thing down for a moment and it clicked on the box." When my colleague answered the phone again, I received an electric shock. The pain is literally overwhelming me. Don't do that. Please. These braces are slowly but surely wearing me out. I don't have much free time left, but Mrs. Nastasia wants to see what I have in the box. 40 his head is pounding. 1000 is far, impossible, unattainable.



"Turn it off and disconnect the clamp from the power unit, but it's still attached to the nipple," my wife ordered. I can't escape these tormentors! Why is my aunt so hard on me today? I want to beg, but I don't want to. The ladies quickly remove my handcuffs, Nastasia to my right, the nurse to my left, and everything is back in sync. "Come slowly." cried my master. "Be careful." He put a Coke bottle to my lips. "drink." I hold it in my gloved hands and feel the sugar, caffeine and carbon dioxide energizing me. Aunt gave me enough time and suddenly she is not in a hurry. "Are you tired?" He is very caring now, but not for long. - Yes Mrs. "Give me the bottle, come down." When I felt the ground under my feet, the women grabbed my shoulders and dragged me to the penalty box. "Watch your knees!" Lady Nastasia commands. There is no other choice. I have no choice. I have to get up, but I'm afraid of the moment when I'm lying in the stirrups. "Go ahead and go a little further. Yes, and now go down." I obey, but I'm not in the clamps yet. But Master's assistant pushes me and holds my hand tightly. The dull ache becomes sharp and fresh, then radiates further into the chest. With practice and precision, Ms. Nastasia secures my legs with leather straps and extends my other leg above my waist so that I cannot get up from the stand. But I still have a little room to push myself. “Number four, put him in the hole now! "Can you hold me tight?" "Yes, I like to do that," explained the assistant!



He sits on my left, grabs my hips and pulls me as far as he can. I too have reached a point where I cannot understand how shameful this position is. My rosettes and clean-shaven cleavage represent my womanhood in a perfect and attractive way. It takes him a while to follow me. "Oh good." I heard my assistant speak briefly. Then the pain in my mouth exploded and I let out a loud scream. This is not a stick, the pain is sharper and sharper. But I don't have time to think about that, because Madame Nastasia at least allows me to rest. Then pain reared its head again. I found out later that my master had bent a piece of an old cane and pushed it into my hole. Pain is hell and of course you have to endure it four times over - your favorite song. - Do you want it too? "Undoubtedly!" His companion was almost happy. Miss Nastasia is standing behind me and I feel her. Your ass, your stiff legs, but I'm not going back like before because the clamps are hurting again under your weight and I'm about to fall. "Do a good job!" My boss supports his colleagues. The pain it causes in my crack is in no way inferior to Ms. Nastasia's pain. Every time I rush forward, I hear a scream. A very loud scream is heard from number 4. This goes back and forth between the ladies several times. Hip pain makes your body more sensitive. This is because the nipples are so sensitive that the pain caused by the clamps is extreme. After Lady Nastasia received four more blows, she approached my head. I turned it to her and whispered softly, "Lady, I can't do this anymore." Immediately I felt his mouth very close to mine and he was breathing in my ear. "I know number four. I know it." So he sat on my back one last time, laid me down and said, "Try again!" He commands. The four Fitzers were having a hard time digesting them. It makes my nipples more sensitive and my chest on fire. After the pain in my hole subsided, I said to Mistress, “Please take my nipple, Mistress, go, go, go. Madam, please loosen my clamps. I'm here, Mrs. Nastasia is standing in front of me, she grabs both clips at the same time and pulls them out -!

My mind stops for a moment and the scream almost sticks in my throat. All hell broke loose on my nipples. This surpasses anything she's done with them so far. But Lady Nastasia is with me. She sees the storm raging inside me and very gently but firmly pushes me back onto the box. She briefly strokes my hair soothingly, but doesn't give me time to compose myself. Suddenly, she holds a vibrator in her hand, whirring as if by magic. He finds my cock and Lady Nastasia lets him play. Pain hormones rush and roar powerfully through my body, as if there is a raging river inside me. The vibrator turns me on, the excitement builds and I feel my cock getting harder and harder. By order of my mistress I have to squirt with my cock sewn up: the utmost discipline. The desire increases, the sensation on the cock becomes more and more intense and even more intense. Then I feel everything contract within me. I feel like all my muscles are tense. At this moment Lady Nastasia forcefully presses the vibrator against my most sensitive spot. He knows exactly what he's doing and makes me come as hard as I can. As soon as the orgasm starts, I get a little tense. Not a sound, not the slightest squeak escapes my lips, I'm too exhausted and cramped for this. Absolutely still and completely turned inward, I experience a gigantic, intense orgasm. It is reinforced because the sensation is different. Since I am sewn tight and absolutely tight, the sperm cannot leak out. So I don't even feel like I'm spraying. My mistress presses the vibrator on my cock long enough to make me come completely and give me maximum satisfaction. No, she actually leaves it a little longer so I can actually feel it fade away. When it's all over, she trails off: "Very careful now with number 4!"



She releases me in an instant so I can move. "Wait, don't get up." Her hands caress my body softly and reassuringly. But it takes me a moment to sit up and try to get off the stand. The ladies support me on both shoulders, but my left leg no longer wants to support me after two steps. “Get down to the ground, here, now!” Well, sometimes a slave has to give instructions. The mistresses gently slide me to the ground and Lady Nastasia takes me tightly in her arms. His wonderful lips kiss my cheeks, my forehead and my shoulders as delicately as a breath. After a few minutes, she senses that I am completely exhausted. “Take off her blindfold.” The colleague releases me, but it will be a while before I can open my eyes. I float in my mistress's arms and enjoy this incredibly beautiful feeling. In those moments, I feel incredibly connected to her. When I lost so much control over my body, she could do anything to me. But then SHE is there for me. Your presence, your soft caress and your lips give me a safe and protected feeling. SHE knows that I need your special protection in these moments and I give her my absolute trust. Your colleague is sitting in front of us when he begins to slowly blink and open his eyes. “So now is the wellness session?” she laughs. However, I'm not ready yet and it takes me a while to tolerate the first sip of cola. Lady Nastasia doesn't move an inch away from me and waits patiently until the strings on my cock can be pulled. To do this, I lie on my back, spread my legs and present myself so that my mistress can stand between them. She quickly cuts the wires and removes them. A huge amount of juice swells on my stomach and drips onto the floor. It's absolutely bizarre. Without an orgasm, juices flow and ooze out of my cock. Too weird! Now it's my turn to laugh. I almost can't help it, it's just weird! Luckily I don't have to lick my cum like I always do, I don't like that at all. I clean myself halfway then try to get up. “Please accompany number 4 to the shower. Don't let him go alone. I need a little break." I'm my mistress's assistant and I find this a bit excessive. But SHE is right, as is so often the case. My legs become very weak again in the shower and showering takes longer than usual. Just as I finish, Lady Nastasia appears with glowing eyes and a cane. She would be only too happy to give me a few more smacks on the butt. But I look into her eyes for a moment and shake my head slightly. She nods just as slightly and the matter is settled. But only because she is convinced that I really can't take it anymore. Otherwise there would be no mercy. “The coffee is ready, come to us.” I'm so exhausted that I put on underwear and a t-shirt to drink coffee. I usually get fully dressed. Shortly afterwards I greet my mistress's colleague with a warm hug because she has to leave a little early. But then I need a second cup of coffee before I go home. When I say goodbye at the door, I hug Lady Nastasia very, very tightly!



It was only three days later that I would be physically recovered from this very intense evening. But only physically, not in the head. It doesn't make me feel any better that I've been strangely out of place all this time. Even at the reception, I could not accept that the ladies asked me to dance to their rhythm and that I had to undress in front of them in a humiliating and pressured way. Somehow, I internally resisted what was happening to me. But as a slave, is this exactly why I am here for my mistress? I thought about this for a long time until a light came to my mind. I haven't completely surrendered. I did not accept that it was not me who decided what happened, but only Lady Nastasia. I fought with the nipple clamps, wanted to rip them off, rebelled and rebelled, but at the same time I was too proud to beg for mercy as the electricity continued to pass through my nipples. My inner resistance made everything even more difficult for me than it already was. I therefore decide to change my attitude towards my mistress in order to be able to accept and tolerate as best as possible what she asks of me. I'll still sleep through all of this and then my decision will be made! This unforgettable evening will have consequences for me.



A week after my Mistress gave me this lesson with her colleague, I wrote to Lady Nastasia: "MISTER, I WILL SUBMIT MYSELF COMPLETELY TO YOU so that I can let go and accept." The answer comes back immediately. “I accept your submission and promise to always make sure you are okay. But then something gets scratched.



I half expected it. I suspected that Lady Nastasia would require a sign from me as her slave. She wanted to drill my cock for a long time. But I always refused. Now it doesn't work anymore. But my reaction to your message surprises me. I immediately get very, very hard. So I type the following response: “Mistress, can I offer you the piercing that you put in me a long time ago and that I wanted to have removed right away? I think that would be a worthy sign of my submission. »