After a brief, pleasant chat during which Mistress outlined Her plans for the session and sought my agreement on what my limits and how far i might be prepared to allow Mistress to stretch them, i was told to strip and kneel before Mistress. A collar was snugly fitted around my neck, offering me a close-up encounter with Mistress’ magnificent cleavage. Collar and lead fixed in place, i was led off to Mistress black leather bench, to which i was swiftly fastened.

No sooner was i strapped down than Mistress started spanking my buttocks, with increasing fervour and pace as i started to slip into sub-space as the endorphins and adrenalin started to build, adding to my excitement. After a prolonged period, Mistress swapped to a soft flogger and i felt able to lift my head and watch as Mistress lithely and elegantly continued to tenderise my buttocks. The soft flogger was replaced by a new, stiffer leather flogger that gave resounding ‘Thwacks’ as it was brought to bear. Pausing only to swap the flogger for a bullwhip, Mistress continued to play merry hell with my exposed flesh. The sharp crack of the whip (especially on the backhand) resulting in a stinging impact on my buttocks, was only eased when Mistress directed Her lashes between my thighs. Did i say ‘eases’ (LOL). When Mistress finally stopped, i started to relax only to be confronted in the mirror with a stern looking Mistress flexing a thin cane. i hate the cane, but as Mistress adores making pretty patterns, my sacrifice to Mistress is offering my flesh as Her canvas. Ten strokes and a few days later, the patterns have now faded. Mistress has always been careful with me to ensure that any marks are largely invisible to casual view and quickly fade, in line with my wishes and our pre-session chat.

Before long, Mistress was back with some lube, two sizes of dildo and Her doxy, all of which were fully utilised in a prolonged session of truly enjoyable anal play, culminating in a vigorous fvcking by Mistress.

By now it was time for me show my thanks for Mistress’ exertions by worshipping my Divine Goddess. As Mistress relaxed, one shapely, latex clad leg was offered to me to worship, commencing with Her left foot before being encouraged to worship Her calf. Swapping legs, the worship continued with Her left foot and leg, before eventually Mistress paused my efforts, stood up and with Her back to me, bent over and ordered me to continue further up Her latex clad legs to Her pert derriere.

Seemingly satisfied with my meagre efforts (or perhaps not), Mistress produce some ropes and soon i was bound from neck to lower navel, and then bound to Mistress board. Now totally immobile, i was totally at Mistress mercy, and with pin wheel and nipple clamps, Mistress proceeded to tease the sensitive parts of my anatomy to their limit, surprising even me with my positive physical reaction to Mistress’ encouragements. Perhaps it’s the smile, the cruel laugh or the dichotomy between the instruments hard, unyielding nature and Mistress’ tender caresses that enliven me so much? Who knows, but it is an experience to be relished. Whilst i was tied in position, Mistress had need of a comfort break and, not wanting to spoil the mood, availed Herself of the most opportune receptacle to receive Her precious liqueur. Fortunately, Mistress has very good spatial awareness and very little was spilled. Seemingly exhausted by Her efforts, Mistress just plumped Herself on the nearest cushion, with little regard for the restriction in airflow that ensued. What a marvellous way that would be to go – smothered by one’s Mistress’s delectable derriere.

Still bound, Mistress instructed me to walk (it was more like a Penguin waddle) over to the swing. Heaving myself up withsome assistance from Mistress (it’s hard to gain lift when one’s hands are by one’s side and lower than the point of optimum hoist), i was soon in that semi-recumbent position which exposes every part of one’s anatomy to Mistress’ reach. More lube and enjoyable play before Mistress got down to the serious business with Her strap-on. According to Mistress, we managed one size larger than previous – who knows, the BBC may one day be within my capability (LOL). Having seen that i was comfortable with the strap-on size, i was subject to a vigorous pounding, swinging in opposite rhythm to Mistress’ thrusts to maximise the depth and sensation, looking up at Her rapt expression as i was ravished and pummelled by Her Member.

Still shackled, but weak with the reaction to serious effort and Mistress’ care and attention throughout the session, i was in no position to refuse the request Mistress whispered in my ear. Agreeing, somewhat bemusedly, as Mistress unfastened the bindings, i stood patiently as Mistress unrolled a condom over my erect member and then standing before me and bending over, instructed me to worship Her derriere whilst making use of the condom to collect the explosive climax to yet another exhilarating session with Mistress. i always try to please Mistress and hopefully was successful. My last sight of my tribute was it dangling over the stairwell as i left Her Chamber – a sprig of mistletoe waiting for a suitor.

As I headed off, I reflected on the careful preparation, attention to one’s whims and foibles and the sheer energy Mistress expends to make every session a unique and memorable experience. To be in the presence of such an attractive, vivacious and talented Dominatrix is a life affirming experience. It is an honour to be permitted to serve You, Mistress – Thank You.