I have a safe word, but I can only use it once. If I choose to invoke it everything ends: including my relationship with Divine Mistress Angelique. So She recently told me she wanted to explore her sadistic side, and my masochistic side to the limits of that which we were capable. She gave me two new safe words and signals, telling me one would end the session we were in, but no jeopardize our relationship, and the other would allow me a break of a minute to a half hour, to collect myself, recover, and then we would continue. She said she was as interested in seeing if she could bring herself to inflict real true harm on me, and if I would take it for her.

She said we would do each body part separately starting with the back, buttocks, arms chest and stomach, and lastly legs and feet. What she didn’t say was that she was going to spend a separate session on each area, taking a day’s rest in between, and then she would finish with one last session working the entire body. She said that any warm up was purely to loosen her muscles and not to gradually raise my tolerance to pain. It would be intense from beginning to end, and she was free to use any and every intrument she wished.

I should mention again that Mistress is a large woman: just under six feet in her stockings. She grew up on a farm, developing strong arms, legs and shoulders doing chores. She was a tomboy until she was 17 or 18. And she is proficient with a whip. She learned from a dominatrix with three decades of experience.

I had to wear a heavy padded leather hood to protect my head from errant strikes, but my eyes were left uncovered so I could see just how much Mistress was putting into her strokes. I was heavily gagged with and inflatable gag under the hood, and many wrappings of coban and latex over the mouth of the hood. I was encouraged to scream as loud as I felt was necessary to maintain my composure, but not to milk it. I screamed and cried and flinched and bucked just as if I were really being tortured, and I was. The inflatable gag, leather hood and wrappings lowered the sound to a dull moan.

I only had to invoke the rest signal a few times. I will give all the details in our thread, but what I learned, and what i would like to pass onto you is: if you can take twenty canes you can take fifty. It’s just a matter of making up your mind to stand there a few more minutes, and concentrating on how pleased your Mistress will be, rather than the pain. And you will be very pleased also. You will be very proud of yourself, and deservedly so.

But if you really want to endear yourself to your Mistress, I would suggest that you cry uncle at 49 strokes. You and your Mistress and everyone else will know that you could have easily taken one more, but you didn’t so that your Mistress could be the winner of that little test. Then tell her that you gladly and happily accept the additional time of celibacy because your cock and your orgasms belong solely to her to do with as she pleases, and what ever pleases her delights you.