I had been fantasizing about this day my entire life, or at least the last few years, when I came to accept my unfulfilled feelings and a need to be feminized, used, dominated and beaten.  I was nervous as hell, which surprised me.  But there I was, strapped tightly to a spanking bench, naked, gagged and blindfolded and anally plugged.  My head swirled as I lay there in anticipation of Her arrival and of the experience I was about to have.  With the ball gag pressed tightly between my teeth and holding down my tongue, a steady stream of drool left the bench wet under my cheek.  She had left me in that position for some time, I’m sure on purpose, to build the anticipation and it was working.  My cock, hanging off the end of the bench under me, was rock hard.

As I continued to wait, I struggled against the restraints, testing their effectiveness so that if things went bad, I might be able to free myself.  No go, I was securely fastened to the bench.  I listened intently for footsteps approaching from the hallway outside the room but heard Nothing.  In some cruel way, leaving me sightless, bound and gagged, but able to hear was worse than not hearing.

I had no idea what She had planned for me but was told to be ready for anything, and to plug my ass when She called me before leaving work.  So, I showered, douched out my bottom, shaved my chest, stomach and back, dressed in lingerie and plugged up before She arrived.  As is the usual routine, I poured Her a glass of wine and waited to hear the garage open so that I could run to the door and greet Her.  It wasn’t long before I heard her arrive and my stomach fluttered with nerves.  I waited at the door, glass of wine in hand and when She came in, I greeted Her, “good evening my Princess”, “here is your wine, can I take your bag?”.  She handed me Her pocketbook and told to await Her arrival in the living room.  She changed into a nightie and washed up before joining me.  As She sat on the couch, I continued with my usual routine as She took time to wind down.  I knelt in front of Her and massaged Her feet taking time to kiss each toe and caress Her ankles, calves, and thighs.  I was at the ready if She needed anything and it wasn’t long before She spread Her legs, revealing the pussy that I had worshipped forever.  She said nothing, I knew my role.  I pushed my face deep between Her curvy legs, and slowly started to lick around Her warm and wet pussy.  I stayed away from Her clit at first, paying attention to each of Her folds, licking and sucking.  I then moved to Her opening and pushed my way in with my tongue.  She tasted incredible and I slobbered up Her flavor and swallowed the juice pouring from Her.  Finally, when She began to moan loudly, She pushed Her flower further into my mouth, I moved swiftly to Her clit.  I licked in circles around it and could feel it swell against my tongue.  I flicked it, sucked on it, and fiercely massaged it with my tongue, building pace and pressure until finally, She began moaning loudly as She arched Her back to press my darting tongue harder against Her clit.  Her pussy began pulsating with waves of pleasure as She reached Her crescendo and melted around my head.  She sighed, ran Her fingers through my hair, and said “good boy”, “now you can leave your mouth glazed with my pussy juice for the rest of the night” “keeping my taste in your mouth will help make other things I put in your mouth later more flavorful”. 

I refilled Her glass of wine and sat on the floor at Her feet.  It wasn’t long before She told me to stand in front of Her and model my outfit.  I knew what to do, since this too had become a routine that She demands I follow.  I stood in front Her, lifted the flowy bottom of the lingerie I had picked out, and slowly did a pirouette.  Then with my back to Her, I bent over and spread my ass cheeks so She could see my plug, then facing Her, I lifted the lingerie so She could inspect my cock and balls.  She went right to work, lifting my cock, then my balls to inspect me for cleanliness.  She seemed pleased that I was clean, but unhappy that my pubic hair had begun to grow, and She could see visible stubble.  “tsk, tsk, tsk…..I suppose I’m not worthy enough to have a sissy who’s clean shaven”.  I apologized, but She was not satisfied and exclaimed “we’ll take care of that later”, “as a reminder………” "smack", She smacked my balls hard causing me to yelp out in pain.  I moaned as the sharp pain worked its way through my body, and eventually dissipated.

She instructed me to remove my lingerie, grabbed my aching balls tightly and pulled me into the play room behind Her.  My heart was beating fast, and I had nervous butterflies.  She pushed me towards the spanking bench, instructed me to climb on and then secured my wrists and ankles to the pegs attached to each of the benches four legs.  She blindfolded me, pushed a ball gag in my mouth and secured it around my head.  She exclaimed as She left me there “now you can wait for me”. 

Now maybe twenty minutes later, I was aching from the uncomfortable bench pressing on sensitive areas, and I finally heard something, music, loud music.  Moments later, I could feel Her presence in the room, and then I could smell Her perfume.  She said, “that music might drown out your screams”.  I listened as She opened a drawer in the large cabinet, behind me where we kept all our playthings.  But what drawer?  The bottom drawer full of dildos, butt plugs and vibrators?  Was She planning to fuck my ass?  Or was it the drawer I like to call, “the pain drawer”, full of things that cause pain?  Maybe She was just getting lube or more restraints, I had no idea and thoughts in my mind raced between all kinds of scenarios.

The next thing I heard and felt, was a hard smack on my ass with what I could guess was a paddle.  She said nothing as She began paddled my ass unrhythmically.  I moaned through the ball gag with every “smack” and my attempts to clench my butt cheeks to soften the blow in sequence with each hit failed. She paused after what seemed like 30 hard smacks.  She rubbed my already sore ass and said “oh, so nice and red, but not red enough”.  I heard as She rustled around me and then “smack”, another severe hit to my ass, but this time with what I could only guess was a leather belt.  As Her submissive servant, I am often disciplined with spankings when I misbehave, but this was different, harder, more intense, more painful.  Was it the sensation of being, tied down, gagged and blindfolded that created the heightened intensity, or was She simply beating the fuck out me.  At that moment, while She was relentlessly beating my ass, something She said earlier, made me giggle.  She was right, the ball gag tasted better with the flavor of Her pussy in my mouth.  She heard me giggle and became even more enraged, smacking harder and faster with the belt, “this is funny to you”, “I’ll beat that giggle right out of you”.  My ass was on fire, and I was experiencing pain from Her at a level like never before.  She finally stopped, and I sighed with relief.  I thought finally She’s done.  Instead, She rubbed my ass again and said “getting better”, “won’t be long now until it’s red enough for me”.  She began again with what I was sure was a ratan cane.  I’m all too familiar with this evil weapon.  She liked this implement the most because, She knew I hated it because of the pain it provided, and it always left my ass with dark red welts from one side to the other.  She went full force on my ass for what felt like 20 or 30 swats.  By now I was sobbing under the blindfold, and through the ball gag.  As I quivered, She stopped, put Her hand on one ass cheek to rub.  I flinched, and realizing how sore I was She stopped rubbing and instead said “I think that will do for now”, “next we’ll tackle your balls and cock”.

After giving me a few minutes to regain my composure, She started her assault of my junk.  She yanked at my balls and cock, swatted and squeezed my balls, and then pinched the tip of my cock hard, which was now soft after getting my ass beat.  I yelped with pain through the gag with each hit or squeeze, until She finally stopped.  With my bottom broken and now pain radiating through my balls into my core, I hoped She was done.  Instead, I felt as She attached a clothespin to my sack.  Then another, another, until I lost count.  I moaned in agony with each pinching pin.  Then with a sudden smacking noise I felt the most intense pain I’d ever felt.  She had smacked my ball sack hard, knocking most of the clothespins off abruptly and they clattered as they fell to the floor.  I screamed a muffled “awwwewe” through the gag.

Removing the remaining pins, I felt Her wrap something around my balls and then squeeze hard.  She said “were going to tie these little balls up, so they don’t get in the way”.  She pulled the string tighter until no blood flow was going to my balls.  The tightness around my sack hurt and all I could think was “this is how they castrate bulls.  Now seemingly finished with my nuts, She returned to my cock.  She pulled, pinched and squeezed my dick.  I writhed in pain under Her forcefulness.  Then I felt it again, first clothespin, second clothespin, and so on.  Eventually She had encircled the most sensitive part of my manhood, the tip of my cock, with clothespins.  I knew what was coming next and I braced for impact and “smack” clothespins were flying and my dick is on fire.  She grabbed my sore cock, pressed it together with my balls and then tightly tied both together with another string.  My cock began to numb as blood flow was reduced.  Finished, She exclaimed proudly “now your cock and balls look like your ass, red and turning purple”.