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The testimonial:
“Be
careful of what you wish for...you just might get it.”
When
something has been a fantasy for so long, can the real experience possibly
live up to that which you have built up in your mind?
If your fantasy involves a session with Mistress Patricia and Lady
Bernadett, then the answer is an undoubtedly “YES!”
Despite
my age of 33, my fantasies of being abused and humiliated by a dominant female
have spanned over two decades. If
it's true that the average male thinks about sex once every six minutes, then
I have probably fantasized about being beaten, chastised, controlled, raped,
pissed on, or laughed at by a superior woman approximately 1,752,000 times.
Of course it's one thing to fantasize about having my balls whipped
while masturbating in the shower; but will it actually be an enjoyable
experience when it really happens?
It
was these questions that, at least in part, kept me from attempting to realize
my long-term fantasies and contact a professional Domme.
I wanted it, craved it, but despite visiting websites regularly, I
could never muster up the courage to make the call.
Was I too much of a wimp to handle my own fantasies?
One
day, I happened to "meet" Lady Bernadett in a chat room.
Finally, I couldn't stand to just dream about it any more; I worked up
my nerve, and sent an email to Lady Bernadett and Mistress Patricia.
I trembled afterwards, probably for days, and checked my email almost
hourly looking for a response…anticipating it, yet dreading it, almost
hoping that maybe they wouldn’t reply so I would have an excuse not to go
through with it. But sure enough,
I had allowed myself to be ensnared, and they weren’t going to let me off
that easily.
Not
wanting to be late, I arrived almost an hour early for the session, and waited
half an hour in the car, almost numb from anxiety.
I was still half an hour early when I buzzed up to Mistress
Patricia’s apartment, and I was already off on the wrong foot, and she made
it clear that there was no excuse that a pathetic specimen like myself could
come up with that would be satisfactory.
Finally,
the moment arrived, and I entered the presence of two amazing women.
(Before I go on, I must include that the pictures on their sites do not
do justice to their beauty.) The
feeling of undressing in front of two women I had just met, revealing the
women’s lingerie under my clothes, while they snickered at the tiny useless
piece of flesh between my legs was indescribable.
The humiliation had begun. As
they ordered, I crawled across the carpet to kiss their boots and thank them.
It’s
impossible to include all the memorable details of the session without turning
this into a novel, as every minute was a highlight by itself, that I’m sure
will fuel fantasies for years, if not decades, to come.
From being dressed up like a slut, licking boots, sucking giant dildos,
while having an anal plug thrust up my ass to being tied to the cross and
having my cock and balls tortured, reality with these two amazing women far
exceeded anything in my wildest fantasies.
Of course, that’s not to say there aren’t things you don’t
account for; in my fantasies, I’m tied up for hours, even days, but in a
fantasy world you don’t think of safety issues like your circulation and
your arms starting to fall asleep. However,
being experienced professionals, Mistress Patricia and Lady Bernadett kept the
pace of the session moving so as these minor details were barely noticeable.
Being
professionals, I trusted them. They
respected my limits (such as leaving no marks), and tailored the session to my
fantasies (which had been explored in a pre-session questionnaire).
Yet I was still scared, though that only added to the experience.
I recognized deep down that they knew what they were doing, and
wouldn’t do anything unsafe, yet when some of my fantasies include cock and
ball torture, I didn’t know how much I would be able to handle.
Not much, as it turns out. As
Mistress Patricia and Lady Bernadett can attest, I squirmed and flinched
before they even got near my balls, being the total wimp that I am.
Then I made the mistake of letting slip how sensitive my nipples were,
and then they really got “playful”. So
playful, in fact, that for weeks afterwards they were still tender when they
rubbed up against my shirt, serving as yet another reminder of the wonderful
experience.
Throughout
the whole session, they alternated between verbally assaulting me, laughing
with each other about me, and then carrying on “normal” conversations as
if I wasn’t even there. While
the first two were always a part of my fantasies, the third was just as
effective at making me feel small and insignificant, just as I deserve.
Finally,
the climatic moment came where one of my greatest (and most feared) fantasies
came to life: the golden shower. I
honestly did not know what to expect. Would
it be as exciting and erotic as I’d imagined?
Would it be disgusting and humiliating?
And I still didn’t know what Mistress Patricia and Lady Bernadett
would expect from me. Would they
make me drink it? Would I be able
to without choking or gagging?
They
led me, completely naked, to the bathtub and had me lie down, face up.
Lady Bernadett, looking spectacularly gorgeous, balanced above me in a
squatting position. I looked up
at her, aroused, nervous, excited, scared, and then it began.
At first, she started a slow trickle over my cock and balls, catching
me off guard with how warm, almost hot the spray was.
She slowly moved the spray up my stomach and chest, and some of it
began to splatter on my face. I
kept my mouth closed, and squinted my eyes, scared, yet at the same time
tempted to lick my lips out of curiosity to see what it would taste like.
But then, the option was taken away from me.
Mistress Patricia ordered me to open my mouth, and Lady Bernadett let
loose with a torrential flow filling my mouth with her glorious, warm fluid.
Still scared to swallow, the piss kept coming overflowing from my mouth
and dribbling down my cheeks and chin, before she saved her final spray for
the remainder of my upper face. As
Lady Bernadett dismounted, my mouth still wide open and full of her golden
nectar, Mistress Patricia ordered me to spit some out and swallow the rest.
Despite spitting more out down my chin, it took three gulps to get what
was in my mouth down. In all
honesty, it did not taste as strong or as bad as I thought it would, and I
actually savored the taste. But
it wasn’t over yet, as Mistress Patricia had to leave her mark on me as
well, by spitting on my face a few times.
It was like the cherry on top of a sundae; I had neither expressed a
previous desire for it nor expected it, but regardless, she seemed to know how
much I would treasure it as part of the experience anyway.
They
left me in the tub for a few minutes, lying in piss by myself.
Maybe it was the wetness starting to become cold, but I think it was
the lingering excitement about what had just happened, and I could not stop
shaking. If you have never
experienced a golden shower, never fantasized about it, you do not know what
you are missing. It is an honor
and a reward, while at the same time being degrading and humiliating; while
the thought of someone else’s piss all over you may seem disgusting, it’s
almost shameful at how erotic and enjoyable the experience is.
The thought that Lady Bernadett has marked her territory, made me her
property, will forever stay with me. I
requested at the beginning of the session that they not leave any marks, but
they have forever left a mark on my psyche.
In
the end, I think Mistress Patricia and Lady Bernadett were “gentle” with
me because it was my first time, and for that I am grateful for breaking me in
slowly. But secretly I hope they
will not be so gentle next time. And
there will be a next time. Many
“next times”, I hope. It’s
not just a fantasy anymore, it’s a reality, and all of my fantasies from now
on will stem from my experience with Lady Bernadett and Mistress Patricia.
If you have thought of booking a session before, but never had the
nerve to do it, stop waiting and just do it.
Believe me, you will not be disappointed.
And if you haven’t thought of booking a session?
Start thinking about it now. If
you live in
Be
careful of what you wish for, you just might get it; and once you get it,
you’ll wish for more.
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