This is a session account by a latex wearing client of mine who I recently enjoyed tormenting – I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we both enjoyed the session!
In my session today with Domina Liza I was in a dark red latex catsuit.
I was restrained upright, arms spread by her ropes and blocks and legs opened with a spreader bar. I was now ready for the Mistress to give her preliminary examination. My nipples were probed under the latex and the same then happened for my genitals, but quickly I felt, and heard, the zip being opened and these were then pulled out, fully exposed and defenceless. No longer does the tightness of the rubber seem to offer protection.
The preliminaries continued as my balls were bound and a parachute attached. Next I was shown a large bowl full of heavy chains and it was clear that the parachute was to be weighted. Slowly lengths of chain were hung from the parachute, gradually increasing the pull and the intensity. I tried to keep still to avoid the chains swinging, but Mistress chose to swing them herself anyway. At a point where the weight was quite intense, Domina Liza decided to distract me from this pain by exposing my nipples and attaching nipple clamps. Then it was back to adding more weight to my stretched balls and starting a gentle swing on them. Mistress picked a particularly heavy length of chain and hung it about my neck – I was extremely glad that it was put there, and hoped it would stay there! Satisfied with her work, she admired the situation I was in and left me to contemplate it for a while.
It was now time for a change of position for me. I was still to be spread-eagled, but this time lying on my back with arms to the sides and legs spread wide and high in the air – a really exposed and vulnerable position for my genitals. Then a blindfold was put on me and I was left to imagine what was planned for me next.
I was not left long in suspense as I felt what seemed like a small clamp with sharp points on it attached to my balls. Of course that was just the first, others followed in steady succession seeming to fill that whole area. At first they are tolerable but then, as the time continues, the pain increases and each individual clamp combines with the pain from the others. There is no relief from the increasing pain, but it can get worse, and does as Domina Liza grabs my balls covered with the clamps!
Then comes the time to remove all these clamps. You desperately want them to be taken off but know that as they do the pain will increase as one by one they are removed. Domina Liza asked me “So how many clamps are there?”, 
my guess was 15, “let’s see shall we”. One by one they were removed causing their own pain surge. We reached 15 and still there were more, 19 in fact. As I lay there with my balls in a constant dull ache I count myself lucky there was no punishment for getting the number wrong – those I had missed could have been left on or others added if I over estimated?
For the next stage in my torture Mistress removed my blindfold. I was shown her yellow instrument, a proper cattle prod. I can only guess how truly painful this would be and she only has to press the button for me to feel it. I was teased as it was touched against me, on various parts of my body that were exposed. I was relieved to be in rubber that covered most of me and would protect me, but so aware of my exposed cock and balls.. and then she touched the prod up against them and twisted them in its fork. I held my breath waiting for a jolt of electricity I was sure would come, but she said “this would just be a one off, something that would only last a short while”. So was I to escape this, at least this time, but what else had she decided to use on me?
Domina Liza then showed me what was to be the next source of pain for me – stinging nettles. “I was stung through my gardening gloves getting these this morning, slave” – that did not bode well if I was expecting any mercy. From past experience I know that those that grow in her garden have a particularly viscous sting to them. Now I really felt vulnerable, I knew those sensitive areas that were not protected by rubber would suffer. I was not wrong, the front zip of my catsuit was pulled down, my nipples were exposed and I could only watch as a small sprig of nettles was lowered towards them until it made contact – the pain from the sting was instant! Another sprig was applied to my left nipple with the same effect as it was circled over that area. The zip of the catsuit was pulled up and pressure applied over both nipples releasing more of the sting into them and causing a great deal of discomfort that did not stop.
Of course I knew there was somewhere else that could suffer more and with my legs pulled wide apart could I hope in vain that Mistress would leave them be? Simply the answer was “no”, Domina Liza produced a larger stem of nettle leaves and slowly took up a position from where she would make me suffer. The leaves were circled over my balls and instantly it was agony, I writhed in my restraints trying to move away from the source of the pain – but there was no escape. The leaves were then pressed firmly against my balls and the pain was agonising. I was asked “was I acting” and therefore the pain was not as intense as I made out…there certainly was no acting involved! The pain just continued – both on the nipples and the balls – this was the suffering she had meant would “not be a one off”.
Although the nipples were less noticeable now, Mistress replaced the old leaves with new ones and as they were already highly sensitised it was more pain on top of existing pain. Taking some fresh leaves, Mistress stood above me and with a casual swipe across the balls to stimulate them further moved to my feet suspended in the air. At first the feet seemed to resist and then stabbing pains hit them and I so wanted to be able to touch and sooth them.
I had hoped this was the end to my suffering from the nettles, but with yet more fresh nettles in hand she said “so where do think these will g, slave?”. I didn’t want to guess as so many parts of me were still in pain, “on your penis, slave”. With only a brief touch to indicate what was to come Domina Liza wrapped a bunch of leaves around my shaft and immediately I writhed in agony pulling against my bindings. Not quite finished, the nettles were then crushed over the tip of my cock to enhance the agony even further. It felt like an eternity that they were held in place, but it was probably on a few minutes, but even when removed the pain continued in so many areas.
I felt that I must have earned my release after suffering for Mistress, to be told “I will now crop that cock of yours”. That of course she did despite desperate efforts on my part to twist and cross my legs to minimise more pain on so sensitive parts.
This was my most recent visit to the outstanding Domina Liza, one who I visit whenever I am in her area. She has a fantastic style of dominating, a calm measured approach but have no doubt of the joy she gets from exerting her sadist inclinations on her subs and the pain, suffering and screams you endure just add to her pleasure!
Outside of a session, a great lady to chat to although on this occasion I was shifting a lot in my seat by the ongoing residual pain from the nettle torture! Indeed it was a “souvenir” I took home with me in the several hours in the car and on into that evening as parts of my anatomy suffered from irritation that kept coming and going!