As i’ve been a bit tardy in penning this little testimonial, i feel sure Mistress V will exact the appropriate punishment when next we meet. Arriving at Mistress’ new chambers, i was immensely impressed in the changes wrought by Mistress since my previous visit. The dungeon feel was certainly developing, with subdued lighting in new novelty downlighters, dark painted walls except for areas for which Mistress had procured new suitably leather fetish coverings, the installation of iron grills, the mounting of Her St.Andrew’scross and the prominent display of Her many punishment toys. The medical room was progressing as well, separated from the main chamber by an open partition, obscured only by the hanging whips, collars and chains. i expect the chambers to be virtually completed by the time i receive my punishment, given Mistress’ work ethic and attention to detail which pervades every fibre of Her being – be that in attention to the physical space or to one’s fetish/interest.

The session began with Mistress fastening my collar and chain around my neck. Suitably attired, i was instructed to crawl on hands and knees before lavishing care and attention on Mistress’ shiny black stilettos before crawling once again to the bench where Mistress strapped me down facing Hermirror. Mistress commenced spancking my backside with Her hands encased in soft leather gloves, each smack landing with a strangely muted dull thud that didn’t detract from the sting. Remarking that the colour in my cheeks was a little disappointing, Mistress removed the gloves then continued the drum roll, expressing satisfaction as each contact increased the colour and the sensitivity as i slipped into subspace withmy body starting to flood with endorphins and adrenaline.

Raising my head with Mistress’ permission, it was a privilege to be able to see Mistress’ lithe, elegant figure in a sexy green body, flex Her blue single-tail whip as it tickled my rump, caressing my buttocks, thighs and scrotum with unerring accuracy, the sharp crack of the whip being accompanied by the sting as each lash made contact with the tenderised flesh.

With my bottom suitably sensitised, Mistress swapped Herwhip for a cane – one of Mistress’ favourite toys but not mine – the cane brings back too many memories of schoolboymisdemeanours. But when in Chambers, one does as one is told and i thanked Mistress as each of the 20 strokes were accurately placed, leaving a pattern on the canvas Mistress appeared to be satisfied with – or perhaps not as the cock pillory was moved into position and i was securely fastened in place for a prolonged period of CBT and nipple torture.

Held in position by the iron stand, Mistress came up behind me and after fastening my nipples in circular clamps, proceeded to pull my head back and inhibit my breathing with Her leather clad hands. Our periods of breathplay have intensified as Mistress has become attuned to my reactions and responses; being told when one is able to breath is one of the occasions in which a slave must has absolute trust in their Mistress – and i do. Recovering my breath, Mistress fetched Her flogger and started mercilessly strapping my exposed bits. One can only flinch from the stomach up, as any attempt to move results in risking permanent damage to the crown jewels, not to mention Mistress displeasure at attempts to evade Her tender ministrations. Mistress takes great delight in Her punishments, which are administrated with a gleeful smile, peels of laughter and a mixture of soft entreaties and harsh commands. One is left in no doubt who is the Mistress and who is the slave, but each punishment is carefully gauged to match one’s abilities to meet Mistress’ demands and yet provide the degree of sensory impact that leaves one feeling energised and enervated.

After standing and absorbing the punishments, it was a relief to be told to lie down and relax – only for Mistress instruct me to hold a funnel in my mouth as a liberal volume of champagne was offered to me as a refreshing libation. One doesn’t refuse such an offer and i greedily consumed every drop of the golden liquid provided by Mistress.

Mistress then demanded that i pay attention to Her needs and so i was allowed to worship and massage Her beautiful feet as we discussed the session and what might form part of our next session – because there will be another session.

Moving into Her new chambers and being able to express Her personality has invigorated an already eager and skilful Mistress to new levels of enthusiasm for Her craft. There is no better Mistress for engaging with and realising ones’ fantasies in an edgy but safe manner; i’ve always felt stretched and pushed in session but have yet had to call a halt, such is the perception of this sensually sadistic, cruel but engaging and attractive Professional Dominatrix.

Thank You, Mistress V for honouring me in allowing me to serve.