She slowly stripped me naked. I had to stare at her panties all the while. There was a brief pause when i took my pants off. In hopes that they might be fun, i had worn some male thong underpants. Well, they did lead to some fun, but reminded me as well that you should be careful what you wish for. Goddess couldn't resist the opportunity to spank my exposed ass. That's not normally my thing, but i got into it pretty well because i could see she was having fun. We had discussed it briefly at one point, where I told her I would not mind trying it for a short time. Anyway, after that brief interruption, she finished exposing me to be tortured.

And she whipped my penis! After nine months without feeling the sting of Goddess Sativa's whip on my manhood, there it was again, finally, powerfully, dominantly. It wasn't a hard stroke, didn't need to be, its impact was basically symbolic. Goddess-whips-jonathan's-penis is central to what we do together. The majic erupted again, for now i was not just her prisoner, but her penis prisoner again.

After that single, symbolic crop stroke, Goddess went on to do what i think may be her ultimate symbol corresponding to it. She stood up, pressed her shoe down hard on my penis, squashing it against the bench i was still sitting on. I love this too, it hurts so good, and i can't pull away, i'm caught by the penis.

Then i had to lie down on my back on the bench, and she tied my wrists against the bench. She straddled my head, made me stare at her panties again, which now were very close. And she whipped my penis again, and again, over and over. It was so very wonderful to experience Goddess Sativa's penis torture, full force, once again. I really wanted this session to be wonderful for Goddess, not just for me, and i had promised myself i would take as much as i possibly could, and save the safe word for the very last resort. But i sure did start begging her to stop, and
thrashed around in desperation, with the safe word on the tip of my tongue, but never actually said it.

She did stop, finally, but only briefly. She told me she wanted me not to move. I had to remain completely passive. That was the beginning of a series of forced passivity torments that were wonderfully new in our scene. And while saying that, she changed into another pair of shoes, with a shorter heel. She went back to the same position as before, and suddenly i understood why she had changed her shoes. Now her panties were literally in my face. And i wasn't allowed to move! And yes, she whipped my penis again, made me beg (slightly muffled) her to stop again.
And the majic glowed all around the room.

She stopped whipping again, and changed her panties. There were plenty to choose from around the room! She made me stare at the new panties, did a sexy teasing dance in her short skirt, then came back to straddle my face and start the whipping again. Ah, Goddess Sativa, what an incredible sexy powerful Dominatrix you are!

She took me through many cycles like this. Somewhere in the midst of it all, i experienced something new and wonderful, a breakthrough for me in submitting to her penis torture. I totally abandoned all resistance to the pain, simply accepted it, stopped worrying about how much it hurt, just took it. I arched my back to present my penis as an even more vulnerable target, and i know Goddess Sativa picked up my descent into subspace because she sure responded with even more intense penis pain. It's not an easy space for me to get into, and i rejoiced that my Goddess had taken me there.

I guess it was time for a break. Goddess put a big clamp on the head of my penis, and tied it off, tight!, somewhere overhead. She had done this kind of predicament bondage to me once before, in Amsterdam the last time i had seen her before our long hiatus, and it seemed to me that no time had passed at all somehow. It was equally terrible this time. I could arch my back and relieve the pull, but i couldn't hold that position, and eventually i collapsed, subjecting my penis to a very intense pull.

Then, back to the highest heels, forced panty staring, with electric penis torture this time. Goddess turned it up, and up, slowly and inexorably, i couldn't stand the pain, she wouldn't stop. The pain vanished suddenly, she changed her shoes, and it started over again. I think we went through many cycles of this torture, although i wasn't recording events too well any more.

Another break. She wanted to try something new, for us. I'm always glad to try new stuff with Goddess Sativa, sometimes it leads to some new majic for us, and she doesn't get mad if i say it isn't working. This worked, incredibly well. It's nothing unusual, you'll find it being done in dungeons all over the world: hot wax. I'd tried it several times before, but it never seemed worth the complexity, and didn't hurt very much. Usually, it's been done in a flow technique, apparently in the belief that more wax means more torment. But it doesn't, of course. Goddess approached it with the delicate subtlety that she brings to any torture she administers to me. She had me kneel on the floor, and used a candle that dripped only an occasional, tiny drop. But each drop hurt like hell! One tiny flare of intense penis pain, with a pause and then another. Much more terribly effective. Adding to the torment, she made me hold the candle between my teeth, and aimed the tiny wax drips by moving my head.

I started this account in as close to a blow-by-blow fashion as i could, in hopes that i could convey something of the flavor of this beautiful session. But at this point i can't keep up that level of detail, and we're getting to the intensely personal parts of the session that i'm not comfortable writing about in public anyway. So i'll just mention a few more highlights.

I think Goddess wore all the panties she had decorated the chamber with, and teased me with each. A major highlight for a panty fetishist, for sure.

We tried out her new medical chair, possibly the first time it's been used, with stirrups and everything. Meant for gynecological play, i think, but guess what, it's wired for electric penis torture too!

And this was so cool i wanted to close with it: she put my hands all over her body, only where she wanted to, only for as long as she wanted to, acting out a fantasy that would come to any man's mind just looking at her, but she was acting it out, not me, and she was in total control of my experience. I've never even heard of anything like this, incredibly powerful tease, it blew me away. Emotional dynamite. You're one of a kind, Goddess Sativa.

We played for over four hours, way beyond our usual three. I relived my "perfect Goddess Sativa scene" in endless wonderful variations, with innumerable, incredible embellishments from her creative instincts. The scene she created for me in that wonderful reunion was exactly what i had to experience, totally raw basic needs, totally exposed for her to exploit and play with.

Our majic was back, and we re-established what Goddess calls our kinky fantasy-bond. It was a day to remember.

Goddess Sativa's penis prisoner
jonathan