Confessions of a libra

Mistress Nyra | Credit: Here

[ Content Warnings, my naughty audience: Orgasm Denial | Chastity Play | Impact Play | Wax Play | Degradation (Consensual) | Religious Imagery | D/s Power Exchange | Explicit Language | Psychological Domination | Worship & Service Submission | Erotic Ritual | Emotional Edgeplay ]

12.09.25

I opened the door to the basement and stared into the abyss. I placed a joint in my mouth, then started walking down in my heels, lantern in hand. I liked to make ceremony out of the smallest of things. I landed on the cobblestone basement floor. He let out a helpless moan, seeking redemption…maybe absolution. I placed the lantern on the wooden table, pre-prepared with my ritual implements and turned to face him. His arms were outstretched and bound to a cross – a sheen of sweat peppered over his forehead.

His body was naked, save for the locked cage securing his appendage. His body, the perfect sacrifice for his sins. The basement smelled dank and dusty, the kind of air that births gratitude for life. Looking at him made him flinch. I heard him try and suppress a sob. I took a drag, holding it and letting the smoke ride the waves of my cells, before blowing the smoke directly in his face. He backed his face away as much as his body allowed, shaking in penance…or anticipation.

“You never saw it coming, did you?” I drolled, a playful smirk spreading over my crimson red lips.

His chest heaved and started shaking, sobs raking his body. He tried to let out a coherent thought, ‘I…I-I I’m sorry.”

Tsk tsk tsk, I let out as I stepped closer to him – each step punctuating my authority. I raised my forefinger to his chin, sheathed under a metal claw ring, and placed the talon beneath – lifting him to face me. His eyes darted searching mine, frantic to read my intentions.

“Do you know why I chose a cross?” I asked softly. A disarming softness, masking momentarily the venom beneath.

“No, Mistress Nyra.” He answered robotically, preserving whatever masculine dignity he believed he had left.

I leaned into him, softly whispering, breath fanning over his lips, ‘You could learn a lot about self-sacrifice from Christ.”

I turned my attention away, quickly leaving him in the cold as I paced, preparing my monologue.

“You, like many of your kind think the world must be brought to heel through logic, and control. I’m here to break you through symbols and submission.”

I stopped and pivoted to blow my smoke in his face again. He coughed once, as though ashamed he couldn’t hold it in. Satisfaction lined by belly, but my spirit was hungry. Which means, he would be my main course. I traced the tip of my claw across his chest, slow enough that he squirmed against the bindings. A faint line of pink bloomed where I pressed harder, and I smiled at the fragility of flesh.

“You’ve begged for redemption your whole life,” I said, circling him like prey I already owned. “Churches, women, work, drink… but redemption isn’t given. It’s taken. And tonight, I decide if you’re worthy to take it.”

His caged cock strained against the bars, the sound of metal groaning under desperation.

I tilted my head, amused. “Pathetic. Still you dare to hope.”

Snapping my fingers, I commanded, “Look at me.” He obeyed instantly, eyes glassy, tears streaming down his face.

I leaned close, my lips nearly brushing his ear. “The cross isn’t just wood and nails, pet. It’s the weight of a world that never asked for your martyrdom. Tonight, I show you what real surrender feels like.”

I pulled a thin black candle from the table, flame flickering as I held it aloft like an offering. He whimpered, but his eyes never left mine. The first drop of hot wax kissed his skin, hitting him on his pectoral before a drop devoured his nipple – his gasp filled the basement like incense.

“Every tear,” I whispered, watching wax trail down his body, “is a hymn to me. Every sob, a psalm. Do you feel it yet? The gospel of your undoing?”

He moaned as I blew cold air onto his quickly reddening nipple. Oh, how powerful men think they can be, yet now before me was a horny, pitiful mess. I placed the black candle down and lit a red one from the same flame.

I circled again, the sound of my heels elevating the dread, and the hunger.

“Your wealth, means nothing. Your power? Is mine. Your arousal? Unsanctioned,” my tone a velvety as one hand pinched the free nipple, and the wax poured over his belly.

His breath shortened, his stomach pressing into his back as he panted. His little nub glistened, shamefully. The red and black wax, left a pattern of splashes, that I chose to use as divination. I stepped back enough to see my handiwork from afar. The blotches reminded me of flight, a signal that – at least for now – the cross had served its purpose.

Without a word, I grabbed a switchblade, and watched his eyes widen. He started bumbling as I approached, with no discernible words spilling out. Beginning at his feet, I freed him from the ropes. Soon, each hand was free from the wood. His body collapsed into me, shaking and needing. He grabbed on, holding onto me without ego and full surrender. Shhh… I whispered, as my clawed hand, lightly stroked his head.

“I’m so sorry,” he wailed into my shoulder. I suddenly craved another joint, but I kept stroking away, ‘you are everything. I see that now. I’ll never forget it.”

I didn’t want to break him, but he made me. He wanted to test the bounds of my power, but he couldn’t handle the flames licking at him. He wanted my attention, but now he has it and his manhood is nowhere to be found. He tried to compose himself. Stepping back to slowly get on the ground, one knee at a time. One hand nervously stoked his thigh up and down, while the other held firm with a balled up fist. Holding every inch of dignity he had remaining.

“Whatever you want from me, I am yours to use. Let me actually be of use to something worthy,” his voice trembled but it was true.

I held his chin in my hand, securing his gaze, “then you can start by cleaning this basement. It’s filthy.”

Written under Lilith’s juridiction.

Signed in bone and brilliance.