I have a few select items in my dungeon that I only use for a very special occasion. They are toys largely reserved for those who have gone to great lengths to please or otherwise amuse me. Now, that’s not to say that any other items I actively use are “less than” but these particular items have a personal meaning to me, so I use them selectively.
Yesterday, I had a few wonderful sessions (really all of you were fantastic!) and while each of them were amazing in their own way, I had a chance to break out one of my special items on a bondage/cbt slut of mine. This was only the second time he’d seen me (this month lol) but since our introductory session was over and he was quite comfortable with me, he was ready to expand his horizons.
A few things in his internet browsing had caught his eye….things that I don’t get to do all that often, but dearly enjoy. The most notable of which – a cbt zipline. I grin just typing those words. During our pre session talk, he was excited to tell me what he had wanted to try – I had directly asked him, so it was perfectly permissible for him to be as detailed as possible. He kept interrupting himself to mention “it was entirely up to me”….his mixture of excitement with the pure desire to see me happy was all too endearing.
Once adjourned to my room I inspected him for preexisting marks. I think this is always a highlight for me and I begin each session this way. I enter the room where they are already disrobed and waiting, I approach slowly and force them to stand with legs spread and hands behind their back. I get close – really close – and do a full inspection of their skin. It serves a very practical purpose but it’s very very erotic. I notice my boy-toy is erect – very erect – and eying the whips on my wall. “What are you looking at my dear?”…
“Your bullwhip, Mistress”…
I grab it from the wall and order him to take several steps back… for what seemed like hours (though it was only a few brief moments), I proceeded to whip his cock with a slew of my favorite leather items. My 6 ft bull whip, my dragons tongue, PVC flogger and a matching pair of sharp leather whips for Florentine flogging. I wanted to satisfy his curiosity – plus I was after all watching him from the other room before I came in to join him. Little did he know I was been peering through the glass of my fireplace into the waiting room. He did more than peek at my whips – he was eying them.
He moaned and smiled in pain as I giggled and grinned with pure uncensored joy. It’s hard to conceal my internal happy sadist when I’m being so thoroughly indulged! I know he would have stood there for the duration of the session if I wanted him too – his genitals being abused rather fiercely for my pleasure….but I knew that deep down, his true sub space would be found only in tight bondage.
I ordered him to lay on my bed and tied him as if I were restraining a real captive. I knew at some point in our session he may attempt to sit up….I was simply not having that, not today. Hands, arms, wrists, thighs, ankles, face, neck and head were all restrained but yet so open and vulnerable. Yes, I indeed even tied his face to the table….and also to his cock. Should he try to move his head down, he begins to cut off his air supply (I was watching him like a HAWK for safety) – should he move his head up, he pulls on the ultra tight bondage of his cock. It was beautiful really, and having practiced this type of restraint on another bondage babe the other day, I was excited to see it in practice again.
I did at some point pull out my special hood for him. It’s tight, devious and ultra exotic. It’s nearly new as well – he was only the third person to ever have earned the honor of wearing it. I decided his eager to please attitude had so far exceeded my expectations that he had indeed made his way into my special toy collection. Not much to my surprise, the moment I zipped it onto him he began to slip away.
What proceeded from there on was a slew of zip lines, mind fucks, electric shocks, t&d, painful forced o, more cock whipping, hard nipple clamps, begging, pleading and being forced to BEG – I mean FUCKING BEG ME to punish his painfully sore nipples. He asked to expand our horizons – and indeed we did. I could have kept him there for days! The more responsive someone is to me, the more I see them want me and my torment, the more I want to keep them….Ah, if only it were legal to keep a small collection of boys to torment. I would lock them away in small rooms – like a storage locker and simply have my way with them for hours at a time. This desire of mine is a deep personal fetish. I enjoy the feeling of power – every Mistress does – but I am a very POSSESSIVE woman. The more you submit to me – the more my feeling of dominance and ownership is spiked. It’s a devious cycle, but fortunately I am able to control myself.
Once our session was over he took a calming shower and chatted with me a bit while the adrenaline and endorphins leveled out in his system. He was so beautiful – his eyes glossed over – his body red and heaving. Amazingly, outside of a few marks on his cock (which I confirmed were OK) he left without a single scratch on him. It’s amazing what I can do to someone without leaving much evidence.
I was on a high all day from this and when I sat down to my email later to catch up on correspondence, I got his feedback….I’ve chosen to include it here below as another “review” of sorts. I do hope you’ve enjoyed my little tale and I rather like that you can see how someone reacts to a session like that. I know how it all sounds from my point of view, but you are only getting 1 side of the story. Now you get to see his….
Enjoy my dears…
Dear Mistress Victoria,
I wanted to send a note to thank you for the wonderful session today. I can’t express how grateful I am that you were able to see me on short notice. I really appreciate that you took the initiative and pushed me hard. I truly do hope that you enjoyed it as much as I did. I am honored that you chose me to wear the hood. It really did help to draw me into my subspace. I enjoyed every minute of our time together. Todays experience was the most intense and gratifying BDSM experience I’ve had. I can’t wait until I can see you again. Thank you so very much.
K****
Side Note:
K****-
I woke up this morning thinking about this session and I am again filled with the warm feeling of locking eyes with you while pulling off your nipple clamps. Those intense connective moments are the reason I do BDSM professionally. It’s a priceless feeling – absolute power, absolute devotion and a moment where we are mutually in the best mindsets we could be in as human beings. To say I enjoyed our session is an understatement – I look forward to our next encounter.
V
