The evening began quietly as I requested my Mistress's husband help me find something I'd promised to get for a friend.  It took some doing but I finally had the item in hand and would be able to meet my self-imposed obligation. 

I absolutely love MY Mistress Pixxy!  Having begun my training as a male submissive nearly 4 decades ago, and having served some incredibly talented and dominant Goddesses in the ensuing years ... it wasn't until just a few short months ago that I truly discovered the absolutely pure pleasure my Mistress envelops me with when I am able to simply let her be what she is.  A sadist, yes.  A bitch sometimes, absolutely.  A woman clearly superior to the male species, there is no question.  But is this woman capable of becoming the last woman I will ever worship?  Absolutely, I have no doubts.  She is a Goddess to me.  She is MY Mistress, talented and entirely capable of exerting absolute control, punishing pain, and before we had met for the second time,. immediately gaining my my total and absolute trust.  I am her chattel, her property, completely comfortable knowing that she will watch over me, provide what she knows i require, and take from me whatever pound of my flesh she desires. 

Mistress Pixxy has a loving nature that never fails to leave me evermore committed to not only give my all to her without a second thought but to ensure that it is her limits which are extended and broken, not mine.  I understand and actually love that I am not just a pain slut at her feet but rather an instrument She utilizes to discover and experience things deep in her heart and soul she never even knew existed or were a part of her very soul.   

But back to this evening.  As MY Mjistress,her husband and I chatted about nothing important that "old black magic" took over.  One thing led to another and I suddenly found myself in a highly aroused state.  At this was happening, the Mistress was to be found in the bathroom touching up her makeup.  Shaking with desire to serve, I asked permission to enter.  Because our relationship is so much more than simply Domme/slave I was allowed to speak freely.  I asked, quite simply, if she would attach the nipple clamps I had laid on the counter to her slave and then turn her punishing attentionm to my nipples if she would find that sort of thing pleasing.  Being the Goddess she is, MY Mistress agreed.  The pain was horrific, the intensity almost overwhelming.  Three or four times I almost screamed ... but instead this slut managed to control myself as she prefers. 

After a few minutes she dismissed me ... telling me to return to her living room.   And a few minutes after that, she joined her husband and me there.  Finding she was "in the mood" now, MY Mistress returned her attention to my nipples and the painfully tight clamps she had put on me a bit earlier. 

To cut to the chase here ... this incredible woman whom I love with my heart and soul, this demanding Dominatrix who I have freely and willingly given absolute control and use of my mortal body ... MY Mistress Pixxy embarked on a seemingly casual session consisting solely of nipple torture.  But almost two hours later when the session finally wound down, I found myself quivering almost violently from what I will forever remember as the perfect mix of her beautiful dominance, control, and creativity which she artfuilly blended with my gifts of openness, willingness, desire, and capability. 

Just imagine, two nipple clamps ... and nothing else other than MY Mistress Pixxy ... turning into a nearly two hour scene that is without a doubt one of the highlights of my slavish life. 

Goddess ... Mistress Pixxy ...you who are the very essence of my life ... any expression of thanks seems so very lacking.  The tears of happiness I have as I sit in my home, reliving the incredible gift you so lovingly provided this slave can't even begin to demonstrate my now eternal gratitude.  Perhaps if I were to share with you Mistress Pixxy the one thought I remember flashing between your twists and turns and pulls and flicks ... it was (and IS) a mental note reminding me to tell MY Mistress that the one gift she has not yet received from this slave is my desire to never stop helping her grow and blossom ... and by never ... I mean to convey that it is this slaves intention to never ever fail her in any way so she will never ever have reason to discard, sell, or trade her property to another.  Together, lifelong submission and service with her pleasure the only expectation!