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Mistress Trecia surprised me with another session last night.  She IMed me that I was to tie up my cock and balls with the plastic cord she included in my goody bag, get an ice cube, and then call her on her cell phone.  I could already tell I was in trouble.

As soon as we were on the phone, Mistress told me to take the ice and place it just under the head of my cock where I was to let it melt to get the head nice and wet.  Then, Mistress instructed me to take the 9-volt battery out of the bag and place it on the wet spot.

I’ve tinkered with electrical play before and have a nice PES Electro box of my own.  I’ve also managed to zap myself pretty good as I was learning the ins and outs of that particular kink.  None of that prepared me for the sting of that little 9-volt battery.  It took all my will power to keep it there in place, the sharp buzzing of current burning my cock head and causing my body to twitch with discomfort.

Once she tired of that, Mistress then told me to take out the Devil’s Spit - a small jar of an Icy Hot/lotion concoction she had specially made for me.  She said I was to take some lotion and mix it 50/50 with what she had given me.  I wasn’t really thinking and grabbed my bottle of lube instead of actual lotion.  While lotion would have combined with the Devil’s Spit and diluted it (making the coming torture a little less painful) the lube instead seemed to amplify the effect.

Once I had the mixture in my hand, Mistress told me to beg to use it, to plead with her to allow myself to inflict torture on myself.  Being the pain slut that I am, I did as I was told and begged  to use the Spit on myself.  Permission was granted, my hand started rubbing the substance into my cock, and I actually thought "Huh - this isn’t so bad".

Then it kicked in.  Damn…

I have never felt anything as excruciatingly painful as the fire that engulfed my cock at that moment.  Through the haze of pain, I could hear Mistress taunting me to stroke it, something that added to the pain as it rubbed more of the Spit into my skin but also aroused me because of my horny state from the previous few days and the fact that my cock was finally getting the stroking it wanted to badly, even if it was being burned alive in the process.

Mistress made me stroke myself to the edge in this manner, every few strokes seemingly more painful than the last.  Then, she added the kicker.  Mistress told me I could cum, but only if I could somehow find the pleasure within the pain.  Horny and desperate as I was, I increased my strokes, running for the release I needed.  Just a few moments later, I was begging for release and Mistress demanded that I cum.  It was an easy command to obey as I had a spectacular orgasm shooting spurt after spurt of my cum onto the floor.

Of course, after I was allowed to stop stroking, my cock was still on fire, the Devil’s Spit feeling like it was eating through my skin.  Mistress allowed me to untie my cock and then wash off her evil potion.  As a capper, she made me take the Sharpie she had included in the kit and write "MWK" on my cock, something I was ordered to re-apply once I had taken a shower the next morning.

Talking about the session afterwards, Mistress Trecia said she could tell I was right there with her when she told me to find the pleasure in the pain.  I know deep down that the orgasm was as fantastic as it was because of the pain, my machocistic bent once again showing its true colors.

Mistress told me to go to bed and get some sleep, but left me with the final thought of it being her hand providing my torment.  The end of March can not come soon enough as I, too, long to serve Mistress in person and subject myself to all of her sadistic desires. 

I can’t fight it - it is my sincere pleasure to ache for her.