Fortunate to have been able to experience another wonderful lesson in BDSM from the talented MistressV. Arrived to find Mistress in fine form, casually dressed in jumper and jeans. After a warm greeting and a detailed reminder of the Covid-19 precautions, I was soon on my knees in the dungeon, awaiting the entrance of my gorgeous Mistress. I didn’t have long to wait; Mistress wafted into the room like a breath of summer air. Joy of Joys … Mistress asked for my assistance in helping Her zip in to the black lace-up playsuit which showcased Her athletic, voluptuous figure which was Her chosen attire for today’s session. Back on my knees, Mistress fastened my collar around my neck, formally marking the transition in our relationship. My place in life was firmly established as She paraded me around Her bench on a leash, ending with the instruction to assume the position I have come to know and appreciate – prostrate on Her bench!

Gentle caresses across my back, buttocks and legs from Mistress V’s flogger were interspersed with sharp blows (and intakes of breath!) as those soft, supple hands transformed in milliseconds into Weapons of Mass Destruction. With my cheeks starting to take on a pinkish hue, Mistress upped the anti and started paddling me, then spanking and finally retrieving Her single tail whip from the rack. With Laser guided precision, the tip was soon landing across my buttocks, top of my legs and the more sensitive parts lying between. I had indicated some time in the past that I might like to be introduced to Her whip, albeit in such a way as to leave no marks. Let me assure anyone in a similar position, Mistress is in total control of Her art and after experiencing the thrill of the sting, not a trace was left behind. I’m sure, however, had I asked for a longer lasting memento, Mistress would have been only too happy to oblige (LOL). The hand spanking that followed was intense and deeply penetrating, as Mistress worked on warming up and softening my buttocks

Untying the straps, Mistress gently stretched my scarlet cheeks and proceeded to lube me up for some anal play. Suffice to say, an enjoyable few minutes followed as She skillfully teased and prodded with copious amounts of lube and one of Her toys. As a complete anal virgin before meeting Mistress, I have to say that the experiences at Her hands have been quite astounding; I’m hoping that one day in the not so distant future, Mistress will finally fully consummate the relationship. My long-term objective is that big black object (we’ve all got to have some form of target) which features in a number of the daily Twitter postings – you all know what I mean!!

Instructing me to rise from the bench. Mistress cuffed my hands together in front of me and had me lift them to my face (but no touching – remember Covid-19). With a couple of deft movements, my hands were shackled to my leash and my leash shackled to my collar so that they were in an open praying position in front of my face (although God only knows what I was praying for by now, as this didn’t look too promising for me). The other end of the rope the shackles were attached to hung from the ceiling pulley and soon I was standing erect with my head and hands held high in the air ‘just the way I like my slaves’ was Mistress’ comment. Binding my cock and balls with a long thick black shoelace, I was soon teased into standing rigidly to attention, in more ways than one. Mistress has a penchant for nipple twisting, and She delivers it with consummate skill and grace – one second you’re enjoying the feel of Her soft hands caressing your chest, the next you’re wincing as your nips are clamped in those strong fingers and twisted, squeezed and pulled. Having warmed them up, clamps with little dangling buckets were applied, one to each chesticle. I was obviously not making enough noise, because Mistress promptly dropped additional weights in each bucket … now that did catch my attention!! I don’t know what was the more pleasant – my throbbing member which Mistress kept interested in the proceedings by various means (normally involving a wince on my part, although the feather duster provided an amazing counterpoint), the growing pains (literally) in my chest as my nips headed towards the floor, or the pleasure of Mistress pressing herself against me from behind, before cutting off my air supply with Her leather gloved hands. What a choice, eh! You know you want to have that decision to make, don’t you? Needless to say, by now I was so subbed out I was incapable of making any decisions, so I succumbed to the reality of the situation, and quietly celebrated that I was in the fortunate position of being able to serve my Mistress. At this point, Mistress again produced one of Her Floggers and I was soon in receipt of it’s gentle caresses across my back and buttocks. When I say ‘gentle’, I’m talking euphemistically; Mistress is superbly attuned to all the verbal, non-verbal and physical responses of your body, knowing when to go harder, when to ease up and when to stop. I’ve never had any concerns that Mistress would do anything that either I didn’t like or want, or that would result in injury. That’s not to say Mistress doesn’t stretch your limits.

Unshackling me, Mistress noticed a speck of dirt on Her long, black, high heeled leather boots and instructed me to polishthem, before instructing me to worship her delightful derriere. It was a bit awkward, wearing a hood and mask, but I must have performed satisfactorily, because Mistress asked if I would like a drink. ‘Yes please, Mistress’, and before I knew it, I was drinking the finest bouquet’d champagne I have ever had the pleasure to sample, provided generously by Mistress. This gorgeous lady certainly knows how to treat Her slaves.

Thirst slaked, I was soon on the medical bench, watching in rapt admiration as Mistress skillfully and painlessly inserted 9inches of stainless steel into my urethra. By now, my old man must be getting used to this and thoroughly enjoying it, as the full length was swiftly gobbled up, tended only by Mistress’ gloved hands. After a few minutes of pleasurable play, the sound was replaced by one much thicker – it looked to me as thick as one of those breadsticks you get in posh Italian restaurants; just as well my old man likes Italian food, because he gobbled this up as quickly as the aperitif. By now thoroughly engorged with his meal, he lay bloated and gasping for air (or was it thirst)? Mistress duly obliged by athletically climbing on the bench and, with my head over the edge and craning upwards, proceeded to pour me another glass of champagne, which I thirstily consumed without managing to spill a drop. Mistress was impressed.

Easing off the bench, and gently removing the ‘breadstick’, Mistress reached down and attached a pair of pads connected to one of Her estim boxes around my abdomen and upper thigh. Soon, my belly was quivering and my legs twitching as Mistress slowly increased the power to a level that was almost painful. By now, my old man was feeling a bit left out, so Mistress tightened a pair of loops attached to another estim unit and started upping the power, until just below the threshold of pain. By now everything from my midriff down was being stimulated; it wasn’t unduly painful, but the real agony as I strained to release but found myself unable to, was purely psychological. Mistress finally relented and eased off on the power to the loops, with an almost immediate result. I had read that it was not unusual to be unable to achieve orgasm whilst in sub-space; I know I was certainly in a different place with all the estim; I’ll need to remember to ask Mistress the next time I visit.

And visit again I will. Each of my journey’s with MistressV has taken me to new horizons – in some cases new experiences and in others, stretching the degree or time of an activity we spend in our Dom/sub relationship. I asked MistressV to be my guide to BDSM, Muse and Mistress at our second session; it has to be one of the finest decisions of my life. All of our sessions, both pre and post adoption have been superbly planned, excitingly different and brilliantly executed by Mistress, bringing a unique experience that is both challenging and yet fulfilling. Experienced or a complete novice (as I was not so long ago), Mistress listens to what you say, watches how you react physically and psychologically and delivers a truly professional and exhilarating experience. Don’t waste your life thinking about it, you know you want to book a session with a top Dominatrix – Yorkshire Mistress