Goddess doesn't need any excuse to torture me, she usually just does it because it's how she has her fun with me, so when she said she would punish me i knew she actually was offended, and i apologized again. She
just smiled enigmatically, in a way that made me realize the punishment was going to fit the offense somehow.

SHE made me strip naked, made me examine her collection of beautiful panties, and select the best for teasing. She laughed about how aroused i was already while doing that, and she looked through my top choices, and interrogated me about why i had chosen them. I knew she was delving deeper than ever into my panty fetish, and i knew she would use that knowledge against me, and i longed for her to have that power, and to use it. And as the session went on, my beautiful Goddess respected my choices, and wore one after another of them to tease me crazy.

SHE made me kneel before her while she flashed me with the first of the panties i had chosen. I was allowed once again to take pictures as she stood above me, let me look up her short skirt, showed herself off sooo dominantly. Goddess Sativa is such a superb fetish model, it's both incredibly easy and totally exciting to take pictures of her.

SHE mummified me in plastic wrap, made me lie on her bondage table on my back, and restrained my pelvis even more completely with many ropes. She teased my penis through the plastic wrap, emphasizing both how
helpless it was and how the wrap limited those soft sensations. But it was no protection against torture! She whipped my penis, conveniently held in place by the wrap for perfect targeting with her crop, so hard i started begging her to stop, but she kept right on whipping until she was satisfied.

SHE blindfolded me, then told me how she was putting on her latex panties. She straddled my penis, rode me through the plastic wrap. I have a taboo about dildoes, and never thought i could experience that feminine-receptive feeling. But that's what this was, the same thing in a
different way.

SHE took me the way a man takes a woman, a woman he's just using. Those layers of plastic wrap made such a difference. She got all the wonderful friction, while i just felt pressure. She used my body for her own enjoyment. I sobbed with the power of the scene.

SHE clawed the plastic wrap away where it covered my penis. I felt so totally exposed, more than i would have naked. Since i had made a real point of getting to see her before her birthday month ended, i guessed what was coming next... birthday penis spanking! I'd experienced before the tremendously brutal penis torture she can administer just with her hand, and this was a classic penis spanking, countless, rapid, hard strokes right on that most sensitive spot on my body. It left me sobbing in agony and ecstasy. Happy birthday, Goddess Sativa!

SHE told me she had to take care of something important outside her Goddess Chamber, would be right back. While she was out of the chamber, i kept replaying that birthday penis spanking she had just administered, got more and more into the dominance of it, longed for more penis torture. Soon i heard the sound of her heels returning, and then, oh no, two sets of heels walking into the chamber. It had been a long time since she showed me off like this, and i felt quite humiliated at being naked and helpless in the presence of this new Dominant i didn't know. I
recognized the Mistress from HollywoodChambers.com and Goddess introduced us. The Mistress asked me if i liked being shown off, and i had to reflect for a moment before i could answer, honestly, that it was tremendously exciting to have Goddess Sativa show off my helplessness, and her power to inflict torture on me. I think Natasha liked that response. She wished us continuing fun in the session, and said goodbye.

SHE freed me from the plastic wrap, and bound me spread-eagle on my back on the bondage table. She picked up her favorite purple crop, the one that makes that unmistakable "snap" sound when it hits home. She attacked a new target, not far away physically but psychologically so different, perfectly aimed, right on the tip of my penis. A long pause, then another stroke, again and again in that slow inexorable pace that tortures me most effectively, mentally as well as physically, as Goddess knows so well. I tried to brace myself for each of these explosions of pain, but it's impossible. She knows when i'm trying to do that, and she can always, easily, whip me hard enough to blast through any resistance i might try to put up. I couldn't stand the pain! I begged her to stop. She did, and suddenly i realized how much i needed the pain to resume.

SHE recognized the mental state she had put me into, can't stand the pain, can't bear for it to stop. Goddess knows she doesn't have to wait very long after stopping like that before i start begging her to whip me again. Standing there quietly waiting for what she knew was inevitable, she picked up her most fearsome crop, the stinging double-leather
slapper, slapped her own palm with it, gently but still producing that fearsome double-thud sound. She smiled at me, reveling in the power of making me beg for penis torture with that terrible weapon, without even having to say a word. "Oh no, please", i groaned, but soon i just couldn't resist it, said exactly those words that Goddess knew i would, even though i knew i wouldn't be able to stand it. She gave it to me right on the most sensitive spot again. And i couldn't stand it again. She kept me on that edge of can't-stand-it-must-have-it for such a looong time, until i was sobbing continuously.

SHE took me in a new direction, no longer content just to overcome my efforts at mental resistance to the pain. The next time i begged her to stop whipping my penis, she said in her calm, firm voice, "Submit to the pain, jonathan", and kept right on whipping. Every few strokes, she repeated that simple command. And i did, suddenly finding myself in a whole new space. As i gave up my mental resistance to the pain, i realized how that resistance was actually making it hurt so much worse. I just opened myself to Goddess's penis torture, took whatever she wanted to
give me. She sensed the change, started whipping me harder and harder, a beautiful gift of penis pain. And i just took it all, a whole new surrender to Goddess Sativa, like i never did before.

SHE finally stopped. I was in a total daze, only aware of my heartbeat throbbing in an incredibly sore penis. She freed my arms, handed me her camera, and started posing for more panty-tease photos, wearing another
of the fantastically sexy panties i had picked out earlier. It was really hard to concentrate at first on taking pictures, but every shot the camera flashed up on its display was sooo hot, and soon i was getting back into my full panty-fetish mode. After grabbing me by the fetish again this way, Goddess bound my wrists to the side of the bondage table.

SHE applied the electric penis torture electrodes, showed me the remote control in her hand, taunted me about how she could control the torment, make it range from exciting to unbearable, with just a touch of her finger, in waves, simulated strokes, sharp jabbing pulses, anything that came into her mind. Finally she set the control to a continuous, unvarying shock, fixed me with her eyes and read my sensations as she adjusted the level to exactly where she wanted it, just below please-Goddess-it-really-hurts.

SHE straddled my face, commanded me, "Stare", and i had to stare at her panties, and beg to kiss them, while the shock went on and on. She started raising the shock intensity, one tiny step every once in a while. She made me kiss her panties each time i felt the intensity step. I hung on for many, many levels, started sobbing with the power of that panty-tease-penis-torture, until it became just totally unbearable and i had to beg her to stop. She exploited my panty fetish so totally, made me want to take all that torture so that beautiful scene could go on and
on.

SHE set the penis shocker to the audio control, sang into the microphone to torture me. She commanded me, "Kiss", and the electro torture device delivered her command directly to my penis. Doubly forced to kiss
her panties. Again and again.

SHE sat on my face, rubbed those incredible latex panties all over my face, sharp electric pulses jolting my penis, endlessly. I had to remain totally passive, not allowed to kiss, or to move my head to follow her movements. Once more, she made me sob with the beauty of her dominance. Goddess Sativa has a real love of latex, and i thought i understood it before, but the feel of those incredible latex panties against my face gave me a whole new insight into the power of that tool of domination.

If the session had ended then, i would be writing ecstatically now about how beautiful it was. But there was something even more overpowering
yet to come ...

SHE PUT MY PENIS IN A CAGE! She made me her penis prisoner in a literal sense for the first time. After hours of teasing and torture, when i was in such need of release, she suddenly said simply, "jonathan, I want you to wear this chastity device". She showed it to me, then went right on to force my penis, already swollen from all the whipping earlier, into a tiny plastic tube. It's attached to a split plastic ring that traps my balls. I can't take it off. It's locked and Goddess Sativa has the only key.

And then she sent me away. Driving back to my hotel, i broke down in tears, screamed "Oh Goddess", over and over the rest of the way. Had to pull myself together to get into the hotel, collapsed on the floor as my door closed behind me, sobbed "Oh Goddess" again for quite a while. Suddenly i had to see this terrible cage. I stripped naked and just looked at myself in the mirror, broke down and sobbed again. And i'm still looking at myself, the penis prisoner for real, as i write this after calming down for a few hours.

I'm stunned by how the cage grabs me by the balls and by the base of the penis, the fiendish dominance of the thing. It's all so incredibly arousing, but nothing can happen, no erection, no sensation, just endless squeezing and numbness. I have never felt so helpless, emasculated, dominated. And oh it's so totally arousing, arousing without erection, to be locked up like this for YOUR pleasure, Goddess Sativa. It's so incredible to realize that you knew, all the while you were panty-teasing me into such desperation, that you planned to cage my penis at the end of the session. And that you knew i'd submit to it!

I think i hate this thing, but i just can't deny the power of it. I don't know if i can stand it, but i have to take it even if i can't. Goddess has the only key to the lock, so i will have to stay in it for the whole five days until she comes back to LA. She told me she was real sure i wouldn't ask to postpone my appointment at the beginning of next week, and then i knew what her enigmatic smile meant at the beginning of our session, so long ago, before the penis cage. Oh Goddess, what an incredibly terrible way to take me into this new Year of Sativa!

I was before, but until today i had no idea of all it could really mean to be ...

Goddess Sativa's penis prisoner