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BDSM INITIATION | Captivity | Descent into true submission and surrender
Sergueï opens the door of the vehicle and you step out, vacillating slightly on the uneven ground.
A few stairs, a landing and in the cooler air of a vast hall, a new actor to this invisible scene you are both spectator and elected subject greets you with a collar and leash.
It seems that the hands of your new warden are female, softer yet determined. You follow the nearly imperceptible sounds of her steps to a flight of stairs spiralling downwards and a narrow corridor. A door opens, you are ushered in your cell.
Initiation of slave [¥] into the mysteries of Goddess.
Imagine being taken like my slave [¥] to a solitary XVIII century country house nested amongst the rolling hills of the South West of France. The "ermitage' is the set for a new cycle of the "Invitation au voyage". During a week, [¥] will train to become an Acolyte of the Goddess. For now, he is seating at the back of a car driven by my multi talented and very kinky chauffeur [sergueï]...
The car seems to have left the motorway for a sinuous country road. Ensconced on the back seat, blindfolded, you lean on the motion, becoming it. The sounds distilled through the noise cancelling headphones facilitating the mellow movement and assimilation of your body and mind to the trajectory of the vehicle.
Your senses are both receptive and constricted, highlighting a feeling of anticipation at the thought of this week dedicated to your training as an acolyte. As the car races towards the hermitage, you ponder on the first part of your initiation, the images and sensations unfolding randomly in snippets interspaced with your recent arrival in my territory; Time becomes non linear.
I am seated on the throne you recognise instantly. I observe this new supplicant from across the room. You kneel with your knees apart, your feet together, your forehead and your arms outstretched on the floor with the palms up.
You were picked up at the airport by my young chauffeur sergueï who helped you with your luggage and lead to a cerulean blue sedan from the early 90’s - sergeï, you discover, is man of many talents, driving being one of them, a precious and trusted devotee.
Once installed on the back seat, sergueï fixed the blindfold and adjusted the headset without a word.
The first needle pricks twice the flesh of your arse, blood rushes just under the surface of your skin which blushes….
You felt the engine vibrate and the fluid manoeuvre to back away from the parking slot. Soon after, the smooth flow indicated that the car was speeding on the highway.
My cock triggers a flash of raw desire, you are spiralling in a maelstrom of passion.
Gravel signals you are reaching your destination. The darkness of the blindfold amplifies your trepidation.
You feel your head held in the vice of my boots: I am towering above you.
Sergueï opens the door of the vehicle and you step out, vacillating slightly on the uneven ground.
A few stairs, a landing and in the cooler air of a vast hall, a new actor to this invisible scene you are both spectator and elected subject greets you with a collar and leash.
It seems that the hands of your new warden are female, softer yet determined. You follow the nearly imperceptible sounds of her steps to a flight of stairs spiralling downwards and a narrow corridor. A door opens, you are ushered in your cell.
Your custodian silently removes the blindfold and the thin collar. She disappears after shutting the door soundlessly. Surprisingly, she has left you free to move about the chamber and explore your new abode.
The room is perfectly square, its tall blond stone walls and vaulted ceiling are illuminated by a small window cut high into the opposing wall to the door, and barred with cast iron. It is monastic: a cot under the window, a small walnut desk and a chair with a disproportionately high back.
An arched niche has been carved in the thick wall to the left of the bed above the long ledge which serves as its foundation.
On the wall of the recess hangs an alabaster carving of the Goddess and her retenue: acolytes, galli, hetairas and servants of her cult. She is standing in a chariot led by two lions.
A five branch silver chandelier supporting black tappers, a crystal carafe filled with water, two glasses: a tumbler and a chalice, a posy of violets are displayed on the deep shelve,
Tall cast iron candelabra supporting each three pilar candles stand on the four corners of the room.
Steel rings are sealed in a triangular formation on the opposite wall to the ledge. more rings are sealed to the stone floor a well as on the bed.
Circumscribing the space at shoulder height, sigils have been carved. some are barely distinguishable, others seem very recent.
You recognise some symbols: a moon inscribed in a circle, the three spirals of Hecate, a stylised rose in a star, the distinctive Camargue cross formed by a cross atop a heart balanced on an anchor…
Others like the triangles barred or the vertical pointed barred arrow, the two circles linked by a vertical line, the circle cut by a vertical line, the circle supporting a small cross remain mysterious.
Cool air seeps through the latched window letting green scents of freshly cut dewed saturated grass merge with the room’s odor; a redolence of beeswax, dry stone and a hint of resin.
The atmosphere of the place is at once tranquil and ominous, vast.
A drumming of stiletto heels bouncing along the corridor walls approaches. You kneel with your forehead touching the smooth sand stone and your palms up, your heart thumping with anticipation… The door opens.
“bonjour [¥] I am glad to see you are ready to commence this new phase of your initiation”
Maîtresse Nuit
PAINTING : Study in May , painting by Yannis Tsarouchis https://tsarouchis.gr/en/works-by-yannis-tsarouchis/paintings/
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BDSM RITUAL | Eros, Thanatos, the Dionysian tension of pain and pleasure
“As my black patent stilettos rest on his shoulders, he will breathe and become more in tune with his aroused senses, with his yearnings, with his fear and elation elicited by the contact of his Dominant… enhancing the chaos of his senses. Together we will transmute our consciousnesses via the power created by the tension between Eros and Thanatos.”
The lure of the Ritual: the yearning of the submissive, the allure of the Mistress… The call of the Goddess.
Rain is pouring down in London as I write and echoes the surprise I reserve to my slave. As he will close the door and draws the taffeta curtain which muffles sounds, he will be aware of the manny candles flickering in the womblike room .He will be aware of the familiar scents of tuberose and sage. And he will lift a furtive eye to the throne where I sit: hieratic presence In black velvet absorbing the swaying light. He will notice that my face is partially obscured from his sight by a black leather mask. As he will kneel in offering, walk on his fours towards me and then lie on his stomach in a cross to start his descent into the realm of the Goddess, he will melt onto the Persian carpet covered today with hessian, surrendering little by little his mundane persona, and hopefully, his will. Maybe at this point, he will take notice of the music playlist I have carefully curated for the ritual
A Cypher is formed in the continuous feedback loop between the Dominatrix and his submissive
As my black patent stilettos rest on his shoulders, he will breathe and become more in tune with his aroused senses, with his yearnings, with his fear and elation elicited by the contact of his Dominant.
Then my voice will change tone as I will start the incantation to the Goddess which we’ll both honour during the ritual. He might suspend his rational thoughts or not, in a way, it is inconsequential because the words I pronounce weave a further layer of intent into the space.
I will then collar him and this last action will conclude the first stage of his descent to the unification with the much longed for Feminine Principle.
Eros, Thanatos, the Dionysian tension of pain and pleasure
The ritual will last for 2, 3 or 5 hours, depending on what we have discussed and agreed upon, the outcome is always about Connection with a deep and often blurred longing. I, as the Dominant of this dyad receive the worship, the pledges, the adoration, the offering of the will and the obedience of my submissive. These manifestations are the “fire” of “the matter” , the “body-mind” which I will work with, enhancing the chaos of his senses. Together we will transmute our consciousnesses via the power created by the tension between Eros and Thanatos, metaphors of life and death.
Today’s ritual will last three hours: It is a rain metaphor; Ice melting, droplets of blood, candle wax and the Golden nectar of Maîtresse: Mana from the Goddess.
My submissive’s wrists will be hooked to his collar and his ankles will be attached to a spreading bar as he will lie on his back on the hessian cloth covering the persian carpet. The first ordeal will come in the form of needles : from nipples down to the pubic bone and around his gland, then down his cock and along the midline of his scrotum.
For the second ordeal, the ankles and wrists cuffs will be removed and I will securely tie him from feet to torso in a rope bondage. I will then use ice to cool his skin and then let the wax of a black candle drip on his body, insisting on tender parts: the nipples, the groin, balls and cock.
For the last part of the ceremony, my submissive will have to worm his way towards the throne and lie on the platform which will be slotted to the perspex case attached to the feet of my Bondage chair. He will lie his head in the metal contraption which I will close. Barb wires surround the large window around the mouth, so complete stillness is a must whilst receiving the nectar from above.
After the Ritual is completed, my slave will retire to wash and maybe Champagne will be served…. Who knows?
Maîtresse Nuit
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