I haven’t seen mistress again but have not stopped fantasizing about my next visit. I thought that by writing out my hopes for our next scene and some fantasy. Maybe I’ll get enough courage to share this with mistress ahead of time. While she’s so comforting, I’m still too shy in our face to face negotiations. If I do send this... 

After a few weeks, I found myself back in the area and we scheduled a session. There’s so much I want to learn, we booked two hours. As I arrive at the agreed upon time, I enter the door and remove my shoes. I can hear your alarm going off and I rush down the stairs, watching that I don’t bump my head. As I enter your dungeon, I am greeted (as always) with the most stunning view. You tease me about the dress I sent you, not being big enough for me. “I’m glad you like it mistress”. 

You invite me to sit, we chat and  and review the last session. The rest of the world starts to drift away as I’m instantly at ease around you. 

I explain how much the nipple clamp part opened a whole new box for me. To fully submit to your will and experience that pain felt incredible. I’d like to explore that submission more. I can see the wheels turning. I also mention how much it’s been killing me. Right at the peak, when you removed the clamps, you whispered something so sinister yet soothing. It was the hottest thing I have ever experienced. It’s killing me not being able to remember. I’d be open to more pain as long as any marks were light and in the underwear area.  I turn the question back on you. What did she think went well previously. How can I be better? I wish I was more vocal but haven’t gotten over that hump yet. 

I can see your mind at work. You quickly demand, “are you caged?” “Yes” “how long” “not long enough mistress”. I hand you the key and you usher me off to get undressed. 

I return back to the dungeon and see your stunning body stand up. I quickly kneel and bow my head. I timidly say, “mistress, you have taken me to places I have only dreamt about. I am forever in your debt for showing me this path. Please use my body for your enjoyment. Thank you for allowing my submission mistress.” 

I can feel you placing a leather collar on me. You then place a blindfold and gag on my head. I can feel something tugging as you pull me out of the room and down the hall. I can’t see anything.  Next thing I feel, you start pushing me down into what I can only assume is a large sawhorse. My legs and arms are tied to the table. When did those cuffs go on?!?? I can’t move or see anything and my ass is totally exposed. 

I see nothing but red in my darkness. My ass is on fire. No warning or hints. Just instant pain. My brain scrambled to make sense of it all. You tease me a bit and then crack. This continues on for god knows how long. My body couldn’t even tense in anticipation of the next one. In my current state, I can’t quite work out what tool you’re using but I felt it loud and clear!

I can feel you start playing with my exposed hole. Fingers then a decent size plug. The whacks continue. Except now the plug is vibrating and I’m doing everything I can to keep the plug in and absorb the pain. Again, I had fully given in and was yours to do what you pleased. 

I can feel you walk around the room but have no idea what you’re up to. I start to feel you behind me.  Then pressure as your strap on enters me. You tease, “this one is much bigger than last time.” I didn’t think you’d see my other posts let alone my comment about me thinking it was going to be too small. I thought you were a wizard with the strap on before, this time you worked that like a surgeon. My locked cock is straining to get out, the rest of me has totally given up.  You start to whisper some of your grammatical missiles. We had talked about verbal humiliation but hadn’t brought it in to a scene until now. The verbal judo was taking this to a whole new level. I just rode the waves as long as you decided to continue.  

I can feel you get off and start to move about. You start to remove the bindings on my arms and legs and then help me sit up. You remove the blindfold and gag. My eyes start to readjust and as they meet yours, I get the most puppy eye, dopey smile on my face. “Thank you” 

We sip some water and I can’t stop grinning. You guide me back to the other room. And tell me to lay on my back. I feel at home on this table and my mind races wondering what you have planned next. 

You tie me off to the table and like last time, make a dramatic emphasis as you slide the chains around. I’m so enamored with your passion, enthusiasm, and clear love of this work. It makes it so easy to be vulnerable. Back to my predicament..

You climb up on the table teasing me with glimpses of your amazing body. Seriously. Absolutely stunning. I can feel you removing my cage and inserting a plug. This one feels cold. “Is it an estim plug?” I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough..lol. My cock starts growing with its new found freedom and I can feel you fiddling with something but my brain can’t get past this beautiful, torturous view. You start to tie something off on my cock. “Omg. It’s the corona ring and small cath probe.” I had totally forgot about that but somehow you managed to remember from our first call. I’m a bit scared of your accuracy. What comes next is absolutely mind blowing. Not only is the sensation unlike any other. You’re masterfully working the controls and the implements are driving me wild. You continue the verbal teasing and start to bounce your ass on my face. I can’t move or breath but want nothing more than to be right here right now. (Thanks Jesus Jones) you find a setting that you like and let things ride for a bit. 

(Please let me know if this is too far, I fully respect your limits. This is my mind racing, constantly in a fantasy land about our next session.) 

Back to our program.. I cant help myself and run my tongue on your panties. I instantly regret my misstep as you crank the nobs.  You then slide your panties over and tease my face with your glorious body. As I’m attempting to get a taste, you say, “let’s make a wager, if you can get me off before tapping out I’ll allow you to cum (but you have to clean it up) if you tap out, you still have to finish and then it’s a ruin orgasm. I can barely eek out a “yes mistress” before my body jolts from the electricity. You’re working the knobs as I struggle to please you. Days seem to pass by as my body went on an electrifying ride. My screams were muffled but I could hear you starting to scream. I feel your body slam on to me as you continue to ride my face. The electricity stops and you jump up. 

I watch as you pull my legs up and attach them so my hole is exposed.  You then climb in between my legs slide your strap on into me. You release one of my hands and instruct me to rub my clit until I’m close. The pounding continues and I start to get close. I beg mistress, please may I cum. Please. At the last moment you swat my hand away and turn the dial up all the way on my pounding. A weeks worth of cum eeks out of my cock and my ass is all but broken with your efforts. I see you slow, slam into me and scoop up my puddle with your fingers. As you come close, you push your fingers into my mouth and tell me to lick. 

End. 

If you have come this far, thank you. Mistress, a lot of this was my mind going on an adventure. I have full faith in your wisdom and trust what you choose to do with me. I apologize if I took too much of a leap.