THE TEMPLE OF PAIN

 Casia Irafusta, a very experienced dominatrix, explained to me that sado-maso was like a game. The game consisted of nothing more or less than remembering or inventing a situation in which I had deliberately or unconsciously done something wrong. He was referring to errors, breaches or oversights of any kind.

-Cassia, I've been late for work several days.

"For that reason," Irafusta replied with a severe voice, "I'm going to punish you."

The dominatrix gave these explanations while she showed me the masochism chamber that was inside the private home where she and her companions worked on Alberto Alcocer street in Madrid.

This floor was divided into several rooms, intended for the exercise of prostitution, a living room, kitchen and a large room reserved exclusively for sado-maso practices. In the advertising flyers that led me to that place you could read:


YOUR TEMPLE OF PAIN

The best house in Sado

6 submissive

5 loves

1 fully equipped cabinet

Cuzco Subway


The advertising was not misleading. Indeed, the room was perfectly equipped. From the walls hung batons, muzzles, whips, compact rubber-lined rackets, harnesses, knives, chains of various sizes, shackles, ropes, sharp knives, stilettos, rings, tweezers, long needles, pliers, syringes... a foal located in the middle of the room.

That intimidating instrumentation, almost entirely black, gave the camera a sinister aura. The truth is that I was a little scared. When I recovered from that feeling of fear, a question came to mind: How could pain cause pleasure? For me, it was quite difficult to understand this.

Casia continued speaking: "Whether the client wants it or not, I use threats (I hate you, huh? Don't complain, if you get pissed off I'll give you milk...), orders and imperatives (on all fours! Come on, quick, shut up and kiss my feet...) and insults (rogue dog, sewer rat, you bastard...) It was clear that on that floor not only physical pain was caused, but also moral Through humiliation and insults, it seems that all this psychological pain was transformed by the submissive into pleasure.

At another point in the visit, I asked Casia for information on rates. The sado-maso session was more expensive than conventional sex. Despite this inconvenience, Irafusta confessed to me that there were very masoque clients who came faithfully every week to receive their punishment. Later he added that the sado-maso chamber attracted more clients than normal services, being a very important source of income, with or without economic crisis.

Casia also offered home masochism sessions (a kind of "Tele-maso"). Naturally, this service involved an increase in the standard rate. Sometimes, he moved with the instruments transported inside a travel suitcase with wheels. Other times, the client already had the work tools in his home. In this case, the femdom only wore her professional leather clothing.

Casia recalled an anecdote that happened to her with a man in his forties, whom she whipped all over his hard cock until the man came. "It was spectacular -according to the words of the veteran femdom- to see that dick hard as flint and reddened as a result of the whipping, a big cock covered in whip marks, almost about to form a wound and the masoca guy yelling: Stronger! Please, Casia, louder!

It all ended with an ejaculation, at the height of the excitement; discharges of semen, panting, spasms of very intense pleasure. Irafusta concluded with a certain coldness: "The client, fully satisfied, rewarded my professionalism with an economic bonus."

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