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You told me to meet You at 10:00 PM. i left early for fear of being late and after finding the correct address and room i cruised around for twenty minutes, becoming more and more excited as i anticipated my time with You. About 5 minutes to the hour i parked and walked over to Your door so that i would be there at 10:00 on the dot. Like the last time i saw You, the thrill of what was to come was running through my mind. However since i had seen You before i knew i was walking into a safe situation. On the other hand i had requested some humiliation and You had told me that You had been very easy on me the last time so i didn’t know quite what to expect. All i knew for sure was that i was going to be taken further than i had gone before and explore a new dimension of myself under Your guidance. i rang the doorbell and You asked me to come in. You commented on the weather and asked me, cordially, if it was still snowing. When the door was shut so ended the amiable small talk. You walked across the room and in a stern and authoritative voice commanded me to strip. From that point on there was no doubt about my inferior and humble position with respect to You. You called me over to kneel at Your feet so that You could wrap a collar around my neck.. With my head bowed and eyes downcast i couldn’t help but look directly at my now very erect cock. You noticed and placed one of Your stilettos onto my cock and slowly kneaded it into my stomach, telling me how You could do whatever You wanted with it. That image of my cock being slowly squashed and rolled under your black heel remains extremely vivid in my head. And that was just the beginning… When You leaned me over the bed to flog me, the feeling was ultra sensual. i was a dichotomy of the senses- pain and pleasure. When You brought Your flogger down on my back i could feel every muscle in my back tense with anticipation of the stroke. Then when You let the tails of Your flogger slowly drag across my skin it tingled and felt soothing. You mentioned that You couldn’t get a full swing with Your long flogger due to spatial constraints. inwardly i wished it wasn’t so and actually found myself hoping i could receive the full force of Your aggression. The sensation when You spread my legs and treated by balls to the same flogging was unforgettable. i might mention that the next day i felt like i had been lifting weights, my back muscles were sore from tensing at the sound of Your whips. my butt cheeks stung all the next day at work as well, providing me with a tangible reminder of the evening before. You insisted that i lose my erection, which did nothing but make it harder. Like some schoolboy being punished the fear of disobeying Your command and the anxiety of not being able to comply simply heightened the experience. You commanded me to lay face down on the bed and You shackled my hands and feet together, it seemed like a fairly simple contraption but i was helpless and entirely unable to move. You could have done anything with me at that point or had anyone else do something and there was nothing i could do about it. You asked me if my erection was gone and i had to grudgingly say that it wasn’t – even though i was actively trying to think of things that would bring it down. Such is the beauty of the Domme slave relationship, there comes a point during the session where me, as the slave, leaves entirely who i am and my only meaning in life truly becomes solely to serve Your needs and wants. i feel very fortunate to have met You for my Domming experiences – You have an innate sense and ability to take someone places in their mind they never thought they would or could go. If You command me to be soft i try my best to do so, no questions asked or even considered. When You stood me up against the wall and hung weights from my balls, i finally understood the notion of pain being exquisite. When You first strapped them on my knees almost buckled from the pain but then it transcended into much more and then i couldn’t get enough of it. Every time You commanded me to move they swung and tugged at my balls. i secretly found myself wanting even more weights to be added. When You casually mentioned that You might like to parade me around outside, naked, with weights on my balls – i willing would have should You so have commanded – such is the commitment You were drawing out of me. That is an experience and emotion that i couldn’t have evolved on my own. Lastly when You had me suck Your strap on, i felt my humiliation complete. What greater humiliation for a man is there than to be forced to perform the role of a Woman; to be commanded to suck a cock, especially when it belongs to Your Master – a Woman. i, as an utter and worthless slave enjoyed it immensely. i don’t have an attraction to men, but as a slave, having given over control to You, i think it is the humiliation of it all that intrigues and excites me. The experience is profound in its intensity. Thank You once again Mistress Patricia. |
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