Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2008 04:56:13 -0500
From: pensuwana lacrox <slacrox@mail.com>
Subject: Into the Light by Mistress Pensuwana

The sting of the whip can seduce any one   especially a submissive young girl



My mistress found me as I walked out of the bus station, having run away
from home when I turned 18 because of a sexually abusive father who began
raping me when I was too young to remember. I had finally run away.
Frightened beyond my capacity to reason, here I was in Chicago, where I
knew absolutely no one. She approached me and in such a loving and warm
voice asked, "You poor child, I see right into your heart, you need me
desperately. Come darling let me get you something warm to eat. I know you
haven't eaten in days."

I was amazed at how close she was to the truth of these matters, so not
having any options I went with her.

After a great meal that she cooked herself in her home, she offered me a
drink and cigarette, and we sat in the living room where she said, "Your
eyes tell me so much, how deeply you need tender loving care. He was
horribly abusive with you wasn't he? Your mistress will take away all those
terrible memories and replace them with sweet loving thoughts of desire,
love and fulfilled passion. Please my darling, Fawn, allow me to kiss these
so beautiful lips of yours."

It was just that simple for her, because of my lack of experience, terrible
need for love, and this hungry feeling of knowing I was totally alone.
Shortly we were naked and she was driving me insane, tongue and finger
fucking my pussy, driving me on and on, until I collapsed and fainted from
exhaustion and hyperventilating.

As I awake I see her lying beside me, as she sees me awake she kisses my
lips, so wonderfully passionate, I melt in her arms. She then tells me,
"You witnessed what gave you so much pleasure earlier, please my pet, give
that to me." Forcefully pushing my face down and into her bushy pussy,
grinding it against my face as she tells me, "Please my pet, satisfy your
mistress."

So I begin flicking her clit with my tongue and find just the right spot in
her pussy that drives her crazy, until she has a roaring orgasm; which
surprisingly triggers one in me also.

After we recover my soon to be mistress tells me, "Will you live with me,
Fawn? I will provide you with a home, clothing, food, sweet loving, and all
I ask in return is that you obey my every command, asking no
questions. Actually you have no choice- it is either my offer or you're out
on the streets to be picked up by the police for loitering or by some black
pimp to be forced to whore for him."

My whole body trembles at the thoughts she put in my mind, so I naturally
reply, "Why are you being so nice to me...my mistress?"

"Did you call me that because you believe me to be your mistress, or you
know no other name for me?"

"Both...I think."  "You are so innocent and sweet, like your name,
Fawn. Come to me Fawn, bury your face in my bushy twat, and satisfy my
lust...hmmm...yessss...you darling little thing you will serve me well."

Shortly we are reversed and giving one another the same pleasant oral
satisfaction and fulfillment. Days turn into weeks, and nothing changes, as
I realize I have found Utopia, until one morning as I awake my mistress
asks, "How devoted to me are you my pet?"

"After all you've given me, and done for me, I'll do anything to prove my
devotion to you mistress."

Then she spends a few hours explaining to me what sort of sexually
stimulated person I am and what kind she is; as she finishes telling me
these things she kisses me lustfully, and begins fondling my breasts,
moving easily to my pussy, bringing me closer and closer to a great
orgasm. Suddenly she squeezes my nipples so hard, I scream in pain, and
have an orgasm that literally causes me to become so dizzy and weak, I feel
like I have passed out. Cigarette smoke blown in my face brings me back to
reality, and as I open my eyes she tells me, "You see, pain stimulates you
sexually, as giving it does me. Will you sign an agreement to be my sexual
slave?"

"What changes will there be in our relationship?"

"Only that I will give you pain to stimulate your orgasms and mine."

"Is there any way I can actually be harmed?"

"None, all you need do is yell, `STOP,' if I ever become too hurtful toward
you. At which time I shall take you back to where I found you, and we will
not know one another."

"I have grown to love you my mistress, and I know you love me, so yes, I
will sign whatever you want me to."

A few matters I haven't thought of- I do not know this woman's name, I
haven't been outside since we arrived here, so I have no idea of where I
am, I have no understanding of this BDSM way of life, nor do I know how far
she will go to seek her sexual satisfaction. But in seconds I sign my life
way to a sadistic dominatrix, who, as soon as she has her signed document,
smiles wickedly at me, and softly tells me, "Now my pet, strip, you'll
never wear clothing again."

As I do she pulls out a whip and lays a lash across my nipples. I can't
believe anything can hurt so terribly bad, so I yell out, "What did I do
mis..."

Single strikes across my nipples and pussy, the pain aimed at my sex organs
generating such a powerful desire to come. I plead, "Please let me come my
mistress."



One more across my pussy, and I have another of those orgasms that causes
me to collapse. As I'm lying on the floor, she looks down at me smiling,
and tells me, "See, how simple that is for us? I casually whip you, we both
have a pleasant response from it."

Crying heavily, I ask, "What's so simple ab..."

Another lash across my nipples. As I scream my pain and torment, she tells
me, "Never speak unless I give you permission. Actually you cannot do
anything without my permission. But my precious never think of it in that
way, concentrate on how desperately we need one another. Yes my darling I
need you even more than you may believe you need me."

Several hours a day of this kind of almost brain washing type of drilling
thoughts into my mind and shortly I know in my heart how deeply my mistress
needs and loves me. And how willing I am to prove my love for her by
obeying her every request.

The only thing wrong with that line of thinking is that nothing comes from
her lips in the form of a request, but a frightening command, backed up
with a whip, which she is so precise in handling it, never missing the mark
she is aiming at. My loving mistress can crack her whip right on the end of
my nipples every time, or right on the ridge of my labia majora, creating
so much terrible pain. I drop to my knees, trying to become overly sexually
stimulated, and she knows me well, and exactly what brings the most sexual
arousal from me.

Then the day comes when I learn what other interesting types of pain can be
given, as she lubes a long thick dildo, and viciously rams it up my
ass. The pain creates such a powerful orgasm from me, I scream in painful
pleasure, dropping to my knees, tears running down my face as I smile and
mouth, "More."

So she rams another in my cunt, and straps them around me, as she says,
"Get up and walk."

But I cannot, until I get a lash across my nipples. Struggling to my feet,
she smiles as she tells me, "They'll only come out when you need to piss or
shit, so do not waste your bathroom times, because I will not allow you to
abuse your times in there."

It is interesting that the only writing there seems to be on couples like
us paints a picture of a dominant personality constantly causing the
submissive personality various painful experiences to arouse her sexually
so both of them can have a climax of one degree or an another. But let's be
realistic- no one can live under those horrible circumstances, so I think
our life together is about the same as any other couple. I do all the
housework, and it is a daily schedule, where every inch of her home is
washed often enough no actual dirt can ever form on any part of it-
preventive cleaning she calls it, clean before it becomes needed.

She also has a garden in back of her home. A high fence around her yard. I
also cut the grass, and weed the garden. Now that is an interesting thing
to become used to, being outside nude, tending a garden, the fence
purposely made so people walking by can catch a glance of this shameless
slut actually working outside nude. I have young boys urging me on to do
something to stimulate myself, plus, her forcing me to stay out there in
front of them, and each time it becomes too intense for me, I burst out
crying. Then she calls me in, telling me, "What a filthy slut you are to
tease those poor young school boys as you do...do you hear me slut, whore,
tramp, you are so filthy, dirty, perverted and actually sick, yes you're
mentally sick, to parade around in front of school age boy, shamelessly
naked." Then pulling out her whip again, she snaps it right on the tips of
my nipples and pussy lips, causing me to drop to my knees, screaming
terribly, curl up in almost a ball on the floor sobbing.

Hearing no sound, I look up. She's glaring at me, so I plead, "Please
mistress no more."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She screams at me, "How dare you speak
to me without permission?"

A snap of her whip right on the crack of my ass causes my impending orgasm
to surface, like an atomic missal bursting out of the ocean from a
submarine, rendering me totally helpless against whatever she wants to do
to me now.

My mistress, realizing the fight is gone from me, picks me up, carries me
to her bed, lays me down and hungrily begins ravishing my body. Starting
with my lips, smoothing them with hers, working down my face, my cheeks,
neck, shoulders, beasts, tummy, and finally my pussy, where she stops, and
softly asks, "My precious pet, will you not give me pleasure also?"

Besides the torturous stimulating and arousing of my emotional and sexual
needs, this is why I could never leave my mistress- these few times she so
wonderfully causes me more pleasure than most girls will ever experience in
their life times. She is so talented with her tongue and fingers, knowing
just the right spots to touch, flick, titillate, and best of all not
stopping as I become overly excited, even close to collapsing, or on to
actually passing out, but continues until I have left this conscious realm
and I'm asleep drifting in a sea of euphoric delirium; dreaming of a
wonderfully pleasing princess sweeping me away into her enchanted realm.

Then one day my mistress tells me, `I'm having some guests over tomorrow
evening, since you are such a useless slut, you will do nothing but sit on
the floor to be fed from my mouth, as you always are. Since you are not
marked yet, tattooed or pierced you have nothing to show, or prove to any
one that you are a proper slave. I should have done something about that
long ago, now you are an embarrassment to me."

I slowly raise my right hand, so she knows I wish to speak. So my mistress
tells me to speak. "Pierce me wherever it will give you pride in me, I love
you my mistress, I do not want to be an embarrassment to you."  Such a long
silence, then she actually has a tear coming to her eyes, as she says, "You
will endure the pain of me doing this to you, just so I can be proud of my
slave, speak."

I'm trembling terribly, as I begin crying and reply, "Yes my loving
mistress."

We go down stares where her torture chamber is and she ties me to the rack,
so I cannot move, and without a word, rams large pins through my nipples,
navel, cheeks, tongue, nose and pussy lips, using gold rings, but putting 2
gold studs on each nipple, to make an X, 2 rings in my navel, 1 on each
cheek, 4 in the end of my tongue, a ring under my nose, 4 on my pussy
lips. Naturally I faint because of the terrible pain, so while I am out she
puts 2 studs through my tongue also, then lashes my tits until they are
full of red welts. After putting curing salve on it all, except my tits
where she uses salt, so the scars will never go away, she nurses me back to
health.

As I come to, she tells me, "Pet you were brave, you screamed very little,
you had many orgasms before you fainted, which gave me many also. For this
I am going to allow you to freely reply to any question they may ask, not a
long reply, always remember to them you are not human, lower than a worm,
shit under their feet. To be used however they see fit, which they may take
advantage of, if they do, you will be happy and proud that they do, and
show it."

The dinner is catered, me sitting where I always do during her eating next
to her chair, waiting for her to chew some food, then hold her head over my
face and drop it in my mouth. Then one guest asks, "Victoria, this new
slave you have- does she have any marks of pride we may see."

"Yes, Thomas, and she bravely stood up under me giving them to her, all
Pet's piercing was done without pain killer, Pet show them your honor
gold...and especially your lash marks."

As I show each one they jerk on several, causing me enough pain to become
orgasmic which naturally shows. So one woman diddles my clit, which is
exposed, even with the dildo in my cunt. She continues until I moan and cry
out, "Yes...oh...please, yes." Then with her thumb and forefinger she grabs
it and twists it until my orgasm hits. I shriek and scream, as I drop to
the floor, hyperventilating and trying not to faint, until my mistress
lashes her whip across my asshole, which wakes me up, but keeps me
orgasmic.

My mistress then tells them, "Pet is the perfect masochist, she has her
best orgasms under horrible pain."

So Thomas asks, "May we fuck her?"

"No, no one may touch my slaves in a sexual manner, you of all people
should know that, and that would spoil months of training. Pet's only means
of getting pleasure is through pain."

Another woman asks, "May I piss on her?"

"Pet, shower...once she's ready any of you may piss on her."

In the bathroom Mistress tells me, "Lift your head and swallow as much as
you can."

I manage the piss ok but too much of it makes me vomit. Once they're all
gone, my mistress comes in and revives me, telling me, "You may openly
speak, I am so very sorry for this, I never thought my friends would do
that to you, at least now I know what their slaves must endure."

Weakly and crying, I reply, "I embarrassed you didn't I, please mistress I
jus..."

"You're not going to be punished darling- tonight you sleep with me, but
first I must clean you inside and out."

Now happy it all happened because I have a sweet tender loving night with
my mistress.