My most cinematic scene was ultimately fairly simple. The setting was my mistress accepting an invitation to dinner at my home. She surprised me with a french maids outfit, which I promptly put on. As I gave her a tour of the house she said she was looking for good tie points. Fortunately, one of my 5 bedrooms has a 4 post bed. We enjoyed cocktails and a delightful dinner. When we were done she had me crawl up the stairs to the room with the 4 post bed. This is the simple, yet cinematic part. She had me lie on my stomach and proceeded to bind me stretched out spread eagle. She then proceeded to tie my balls to 2 of the posts. Just a simple spread eagle, but done in such a way that there was no shifting or adjustment I could make to relieve the stress on my limbs or balls. She soead my butt cheeks, spit into my crack and rammed a butt plug up my ass. I was already in over my head when she suddenly pounded by balls with her fist. As I screamed in pain, she grabbed the ropes bound to my balls and started pulling hard, which made me scream louder and beg for mercy. It was probably only a couple of seconds but it seemed like an eternity. When she released the rope I simply whimpered pathetically and gasped for air (but she did not make me cry). She left me for a bit before returning periodically, repeating the cycle of fist to balls, rope to balls, pathetic whimpering. After about 45 minutes of this she untied me and I curled into the fetal position. But only for a moment as she promptly pulled me off the bed and forced me to crawl down the stairs and into the kitchen where there was work to be done: she had emptied her bladder on to the tile floor, and it was my job to clean it up with my tongue, and I happily did. She would go on for several hours more driving me the deepest into subspace I have ever been, but the basic spread eagle bondage was the pinnacle of the most amazing night I’ve ever had as a submissive.