A painful and provocative Christmas

“A painful and provocative Christmas” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

It was Christmas. She gazed dreamily at the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. Her thoughts wandered and slowly a smile appeared around her lips. She called him over and instructed him to pick some nettles. The greenhouse was full of them, and not because of overdue maintenance.

Requested branches

He immediately went into the garden and returned shortly afterwards with the requested branches. She smiled broadly. “Undress, slave! It’s Christmas!”

He quickly removed his clothes and stood naked in front of her. She slipped her latex gloves onto her hands before picking up the freshly picked greenery, stood up, and let it slide down his back. Back and forth, so she could be sure the poison would do its job. His skin reacted immediately. A smile of pleasure graced her lips. She enjoyed his shivers, she enjoyed the red spots on his skin, knowing that blisters would form here that would continue to itch for a long time.

Heavy-handedness

Her caresses turned into blows, until the bunch of nettles was beaten apart, unable to withstand her heavy-handedness. She left him alone for a moment, but her absence did not last long. As soon as she re-entered the room, he saw her hands filled with her bullwhip and her single tail… He knew what was in store for him. Soon, his skin would not only sting and burn from the greens…

When she had written her passion in red welts on his skin, he had fallen to his knees. It was no longer possible for him to stand. Christmas made her driven, even more than usual. As if she had to personally deal with all the hypocrisy around her.

Alternative pine greenery

“After the alternative pine greenery, it’s time for the balls!” he heard her voice out of nowhere, softly in his ears. At least 20 small clothespins were hidden in her hands. Silver and gold. Mean, pinching clothespins. Not made for body parts but for hanging Christmas cards.

Before she placed the clothespins on his balls one by one, she first pulled him up by his hair. “Stand up! I’m not going to bend down for you.” As soon as he felt the ground beneath his feet again, he experienced a burning pain in his balls. She had parked her knee in his balls. And not very gently. He saw her sadistic grin. He should hate her, and yet, for him, this was the most sensual view he could wish for. Sometimes he didn’t understand himself, but he had stopped thinking about it.

Silver and gold pain

Deftly, she inflicted silver and gold pain on him. Alternating so that a beautiful pattern emerged. It felt like his balls were burning off, but she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Her eyes were laughing, but his eyes were burning. He tried to suppress his tears, but the sharp pain was unbearable. He wanted to scream out in pain, but he endured it for her. To please her. Even though the pain was unbearable.

When the last clothespin was placed on his glans, small mini balls were hung here and there on the clothespins. Every time she touched the clothespins, he could scream out in pain. But he tried to keep the pain inside his body. For her. So she could be proud of him.

Silver garland

She walked away. Would she be ready? You never knew with her. But she was clearly not ready yet, because as soon as she came back, he saw that she had several things in her hands. First, she hung a silver garland around him. She looked at him inquiringly. “Something’s still missing,” she muttered. She stuck two disinfected safety pins through his nipples, to which she attached a few small Christmas baubles.

Apparently, she was still not satisfied. In her hands, he saw a jar of honey and a brush. With quick, deft strokes, she turned his body into an oasis for an entire bee colony. His body glistened with sticky gold. He closed his eyes, lost in nothingness for a moment, until he was suddenly startled by small tingles caressing his skin. A large hand of fake snow descended on his sticky body. The white snow immediately adhered to his golden sticky skin and he instantly turned into a snowman made of artificial snow.

For a moment, he thought that was enough, until he saw her stick three small candles into the back of a needle. Deftly, she quickly stuck the three needles vertically into his cock. She grabbed the lighter and lit the candles.

“Merry Christmas!”

Slave, will you clean up the mess?”

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Text & image: Mistress Moriah