Slave Letters to Edinburgh Mistress Margaron

I have had the privilege of serving Madame for over two years and Madame thought it was high time my limits should be extended. As arrived on the doorstep of Her Edinburgh apartment and I found I was shaking. I began to think that this was a bad idea! I have always hated pain but bore it only to please Madame.
 
Madame admitted me wearing the most stunning dress, a black latex evening gown and elbow length black kid gloves. I fell to my knees offering her my usual tribute, a single red rose. I was awestruck by her beauty, never before has She looked so magnificent. I crawled after her down the hall listening to the wonderful swish of Her dress and was instructed to undress in the bathroom. Madame bade me enter Her chamber and I nervously dressed in a humiliating outfit, black rubber hood, latex shorts with cock sheath and short latex gloves.
 
Madame tied me to chair and then began to mercilessly tease and torment my cock, nipples and continued with face slapping. All the time her perfume and the scent of the devilish latex dress filled my nostrils.

 
Punishment now, Madame had not been insincere. I experienced a flogging all over my back at least twice as severe as anything Madame had administered before. The flogger is heavy one and I felt the weight of ever blow. Madame was radiant now enjoying each stroke. I was able to watch in a large mirror I had made for her earlier. Maybe not a good idea as one can see each of the blows coming but I could also see clearly the joy in Madame's face as She swung the leather whip. I was sweating heavily inside the rubber, and Madame was glowing from Her exertion.
 
"Now for your stripes" Madame said, the pain I just had experienced I knew would be nothing to what would now follow. Madame stripped me of my shorts and chose a springy cane from her collection and after a few practice strokes where I could hear the air whistle Madame has me bend over and commenced to lay a pattern of equally spaced red wheals over my exposed bottom. It was agony. I jumped at each slash as Madame counted out 12 of Her hardest strokes before taking pity on me. Not a lot by some standards but too much for me. I fell to the floor kissing her shoes, ankles and legs in grateful thanks, looking up at her shining face. I was happy that the pain I had taken had given Madame such great pleasure. Madame allowed me to lick Her lovely latex dress all over before dismissing me.
 
Madame has promised that this process will go on, and I look forwards to the day when She will break one of Her canes on me!
 
It will always be my honour to take pain for Madame's pleasure!
 
Continuing on my journey as a pain slut, Carolyn.