After a relaxed chat about things, Mistress changed from a pleasant, well mannered, well-spoken lady into Her alter ego of Mistress V, professional Dominatrix and subjugator of mere males. Ordered to change and present myself before Her, Mistress came up behind me and fastened a blindfold around my head from behind and left me standing, pondering what was to happen next. Strokes of Her hand across my shoulders and chest, before lightly brushing my nipples and then a sudden rush of adrenaline as Mistress grasped them between Her teeth and tugged none too gently. Ordered to turn around, Mistress removed the blindfold to reveal herself clad only in a red mini bra and pant set which clung to Her fit, voluptuous body like a second skin. Mistress looked absolutely stunning and i could only gape, open-mouthed as a collar and lead was tightly fastened around my neck, denoting my true status with respect to this beautiful woman standing in front of me.

Telling me to put my arms straight out behind me, Mistress proceeded to tightly bind them from wrist to shoulder against my torso, so that all i could do was wiggle my fingers. Now immobilised, Mistress produced some matching cord and proceeded to tightly tie the crown jewels before brushing them lightly with nettles, running a double pin wheel all over my cvck and balls and across my nipples before telling me to spread my legs in order to make it easier for the flogger which was used unsparingly. At one point, Mistress asked if i could do the splits and ended up laughing uncontrollably as i attempted to spread my legs while unable to keep my balance due to my tightly bound arms. It’s always a delight to hear Mistress laugh!

Standing again, circular nipple clamps were firmly screwed into my pricked nipples before i was ushered to the bench and ordered to assume the position. Mistress is an expert with all Her impact instruments and starting with a spanking, proceeded to show Her prowess, assailing me subsequently with a flogger, sjambok, paddle and birch twigs. The sensation cumulatively built throughout the session, each implement building on the previous to produce a long-lasting sting that penetrates throughout the buttocks. Having previously asked for no marks, Mistress duly obliged without in any way reducing the cathartic effect of slipping into subspace as the strokes were laid down, one on the other.

Rising from the bench Mistress checked that the nipple clamps were still in place. They were but the sensation had been largely superceded by the punishment meted out, so Mistress tightened the clamps, musing whether weights could be attached. Foolishly saying ‘why don’t we try it’, Mistress produced two heavy fishing weights, one for each clamp. My eyes opened wide at the sensation as Mistress steely grey eyes stared at me and intoned ‘Take it, slave’. Eventually i was able t breath again as my eyes stopped watering and was able to wheeze ‘Yes Mistress, Thank You Mistress’.
As i stood breathing heavily, Mistress produced a hood which was placed over my head and i was told to get on my knees. Crawling forward blindly, i was stopped by a stiletto heel on the tip of my nose. ‘Now suck’ was the command as the heel was pressed into my mouth. Obliging Mistress, i deep throated the stiletto before it was removed and i was instructed to clean the remainder of Mistress shoes. Eventually running out of spit, Mistress relented and told me to stand. Struggling to my feet, still with hands bound behind my back, blindfold and nipple clamps on, Mistress untied my hands before ordering me down on the floor again on my back, hands outstretched to receive a funnel which i was instructed to place in my mouth and hold with my hands. Mistress then proceeded to wet my parched throat with a magnum of the finest champagne I’ve ever tasted. Not a drop was wasted!

Still lying prostrate, i felt a growing pressure on my cvck – it was Mistress pressing down with Her stiletto’d foot. The twisting and grinding of the sole of Her foot on my cvck was interspersed with the release of that pressure, only to feel the point of Her stiletto press into my sack and push and prod the contents to the point of pleasurable pain. Not being able to see what was happening only heightened the experience, as my imagination ran riot over the exquisite torture at the feet of Mistress.

As i left Mistress V’s company i reflected on the careful preparation and adaptive innovation that characterises every session, making each a unique and memorable experience. To be honoured to session with such a bewitching and talented Dominatrix is a life affirming experience. It is an honour to be permitted to serve You, Mistress – Thank You.