Double Domme Happened
It took longer than I thought to get the arrangements made, but my double Domme session finally happened last Sunday. It was everything I had hoped for and more. Both ladies were skilled and sadistic, and I experienced a long afternoon of sensations and emotions that ran the spectrum. I think what made it so special is that they were very different in their approaches to domination, yet they both worked so well together.
Mistress Natasha is an older woman with more than 20 years of BDSM experience. She is a master of the psychological aspects of D/s, and Her goal is to snake Her way into your brain and stay there doing as much damage to your male ego as possible. Before the session date I spoke with Her several times on the phone, and once in person while dropping off the deposit. In addition I had filled out a fairly extensive survey on-line which went into detail about my experiences and fantasies. She knew a lot about me and used the information to exploit my submissive nature during the session.
Princess Jennifer was a trip. She is about 15 years younger than Mistress Natasha, tall, athletic with big tits and full of sexual energy. What She may of lacked in experience, She made up for with Her attitude which was generally bitchy and demanding. She laughed at me a lot during the session, finding humor in my physical suffering as well as psychological humiliation. She mostly escorts, but wants to quit escorting and become a full-time Dominatrix. She's a natural.
It was Mistress Natasha who gave me directs and instructions on what to do before the session. She asked me if I had a wife or significant other, and I responded that I didn't. I had already told her that it was okay to leave small bruises or marks, but that wasn't the reason she asked me if I had a partner. She said to me that body hair on a submissive was a turnoff for Her, and She asked me if I would remove it before the session. To clarify, I asked if she meant just public hair, and She responded “no, ALL hair below the neck.”
She asked me if I owned a pink chastity device, and I told Her I owned several devices of all varieties. She was clear to me that Her preference was that I wear pink. Her instructions were to lock myself, and bring the key along with me to give to Her during the session. Her final instructions were to make sure I was clean on the inside as well as outside. I knew what that meant and She didn't have to explain further.
I ate a light dinner on Saturday night, and then just a slice of toast the following day. Whenever pegging might be involved, I take an Imodium to stop things in their tracks. Then I give myself a series of enemas until the water I expel is clear. Finally, I have a set of graduating butt-plugs that I stretch myself with so that I'm ready for what is to come. It takes time to make the preparations but then there is no unexpected mess or smell. Plus you never know if a Domme is going to go from your ass to your mouth with the dildo she's been using on you.
I postponed shaving until just a few hours before the session. It's summer and I like to wear shorts and work in the yard with my shirt off. I wondered if my neighbors would notice my hairless body. I could put on long pants and a shirt, but it's over 100 degrees in Texas right now. Oh well, I'll deal with the ramifications later.
I shaved, shaved, and shaved some more. I went through half a can of shaving cream and two razors, but when I emerged from the shower I was smooth as a baby's butt. I dried myself, and put lotion all over my body, and a bit of lubricant around the base of my shaft and under my testicles.
I procured the pink cage, and stuffed myself into the small container. That particular chastity device fits a bit tight, and tends to pinch a bit if I put it on in a hurry. Once I'm in there's no possibility of even a slight erection. Almost immediately, I was longing for release. I sighed and snapped on the lock as instructed. I had a lanyard with key which I placed around my neck so as not to lose it.
I went to the mirror and examined myself. Wow. I don't have the world's biggest cock to begin with, but it looked even smaller in the pink cage. I felt even more submissive than usual, and also a bit feminine. I think that was Mistress Natasha's intention.
The session was at 1:00 pm and I arrived at the location just a few minutes early. The house was located in a notoriously gay neighborhood in Dallas, and Mistress Natasha explained to me earlier that the person who owned the home was a Master who was part owner of a leather shop that sold BDSM accessories located just a few blocks away. Princess Jennifer and Mistress Natasha apparently had an arrangement for use of his place that day.
I knocked on the door, and a tall, bearded gentleman answered and told me to “get my ass inside”. There was a foyer area with seating just inside the door, and I was instructed to sit down and wait. I was already tense, but after a few minutes the added wait time was making me squirm in the seat. After what seemed like an eternity, Mistress Natasha appeared from around the corner. She was dressed in leather from head to toe. “We'll be playing in the bedroom. Follow me”.
“Bedroom?” I can't really remember having a professional session in someone's bedroom. Commercial dungeons have been the norm for me, or occasionally you might go to hotel room with a Domme who has a bag of tricks she brings from home. But someone's bedroom?
So Mistress Natasha leads me through the house with the heels of Her boots clicking loudly, and I pass the bearded dude who glanced at me with a smirk. I nodded respectfully back at him, but he turned away as though acknowledging my presence, was a waste of time.
The bedroom was located in the back of the building, and appeared to have been added on to the original building. There was considerably more space than a typical bedroom, and it had been furnished and decorated with a BDSM medieval dungeon theme throughout.
The California King bondage bed was something to behold. Chains and a suspension chair were hanging from the top of the bedposts. The space underneath the bed was built to resemble a cage with a swinging lockable door where slaves could be kept until needed.
Mistress Natasha told me to pay the fee up front before we started, and I did so. She then left the room I assume to pay the bearded man his cut for the accommodations. While she was doing that I heard a voice come from out of the adjoining bathroom. “Take off your clothes and get on your knees with your head bowed and palms up.”
I assumed that was Princess Jennifer, and followed her instructions. I waited in the uncomfortable position on a hard wooden floor wondering what was about to transpire. I heard someone moving around me, taking a few implements off the wall, and a few moments later I heard Mistress Natasha re-enter the bedroom. They spoke with each other for a few minutes seemingly oblivious to the naked kneeling male in the middle of the room. Princess Jennifer was already giggling.
One woman grabbed my left arm and the other my right and pulled me to my feet. I was instructed to remain motionless, with my arms up, hands behind my head while they inspected me. Immediately I could feel the difference between the two ladies in their approach. Princess Jennifer was bigger, stronger, and generally rougher, while Mistress Natasha was more cerebral and sensual. Mistress Natasha was decked out in full dominatrix garb, while Princess Jennifer was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and sandals. Mistress Natasha removed my lanyard and took the key.
During the inspection Mistress Natasha would run her long fingernails across my back and chest just hard enough to leave light scratches. Princess Jennifer on the other hand would grab a nipple, twist hard, and hang on for dear life. One other thing unique about Princess Jennifer is She has a face slapping fetish. Every time She would do something the finish was a slap to my face. Pinch my nipple – slap my face. Squeeze my balls – slap my face. Spank my ass – slap my face. And every time She slapped me, She laughed like someone had just told a joke. She would look at me with this pouty expression as if to say, "awww did that hurt?"
Meanwhile Mistress Natasha was whispering unspeakable things in my ear. She told me that the pink cage looked pretty, although it was smaller than She expected. She told me that if I were Her slave I'd never be released because a dick like mine doesn't deserve someone like Her. She told me She knew sissies who were more masculine than me. She told me that from the moment I spoke on the phone, She could tell that I was a “beta male” and that my soul purpose on earth was to serve a Goddess like Her. Mistress Natasha made me confess to Princess Jennifer that I had sucked cock and taken cock up the ass before. Never underestimate the power of words. They can sting just like the kiss of a whip.
As the insults rolled off Mistress Natasha's tongue, Princess Jennifer was roaring in laughter. Mistress Natasha then directed my eyes to the bed where several feminine items had been laid out for me. I generally don't do the cross-dressing thing, but I wasn't going to throw up any roadblocks. Truthfully, I was loving the humiliation, and I knew wearing women's undergarments would make it all the more intense. The instructions to remove my body hair was making sense to me now.
So basically there were four items on the bed: a pair of black stockings, a pink thong, a corset, and a blonde wig. Getting into everything was easy with the exception of the corset which required cinching in the back. Both women helped me with the corset, but Princess Jennifer cinched it so tightly in back that I was having trouble getting a good breath of air.
I thought that was it for sissy making, but Mistress Natasha pulled from Her purse a black eyeliner pencil, rouge, and (you guessed it) pink lipstick. I sat on the bondage bed briefly while she painted my face. The final touch was dabbing a bit of her perfume on me. When She finished She took a long look at me and said I should have been born a woman. Princess Jennifer was suppressing more laughter, and gave me the pouty facial expression again.
There was a large portable oval mirror in the room, and Mistress Natasha lead me to it and told me to stare at myself and not look away. I was feeling a bit light-headed from the tightly cinched corset, so I tried to change my respiration to short, quick breaths. While I was staring at myself, the Dommes disappeared into the bathroom area. When they returned, they were both donning large strapons.
Mistress Natasha made me answer a series of humiliating “real men” questions in front of the mirror. “Does a real man dress in women's clothing?” No, Mistress. “Do real men suck cocks?” “Do real men get fucked up the ass?” No, Mistress. “Do real men have small cocks?” No, Mistress. Do you want us to fuck your sissy ass? Yes, Mistress.
Princess Jennifer had taken off her t-shirt and bra, exposing Her huge boobs. The cock that dangled between Her legs was equally impressive both in girth and length. She had also kicked off her sandals, and as soon as I saw Her toes, I wanted to suck on them badly. I have to admit, there was something about Princess Jennifer that did it for me.
I was lead to the bondage bed and they secured my arms to the sides of the posts so that I was still standing but bent over at the waist. My legs were forced apart with a spreader bar which were secured at my ankles. Without the ability to get steady air, I was feeling like I was d**gged. I didn't want to ruin the moment, but then again I didn't want to pass out. I asked Mistress Natasha if She would loosen the corset just a bit so I could breath better.
Before Mistress Natasha could answer Princess Jennifer interrupted, “that's the point, silly. You're not supposed to be able to breath easily.”
So I kind of knew what was going to happen. I heard Princess Jennifer snapping on latex gloves behind me, and soon I felt her lubricated fingers inside me. I was already starting to hyperventilate from the tightly cinched corset and bending over sharply at the waist. Mistress Natasha had moved in front of me and was kneeling on the bed with her dildo pointed straight at my mouth. “Suck”.
Sucking Mistress Natasha's black dildo actually helped a little with my breathing. It forced me to breath through my nose and helped maintain consciousness. Princess Jennifer's fingers were going fast and hard inside me, but I had stretched well before the session and to be honest I was loose enough that fingers didn't feel violating. I knew the intimidating dildo She was wearing, however, would be a different story.
As She pushed the head of it at my opening, I wasn't thinking about anything but getting air. She pushed it halfway in, and I could feel my heart racing. I knew I didn't have much time before I blacked out. With one powerful thrust Princess Jennifer drove the cock to the hilt, and a few seconds later I went black.
When I came to Mistress Natasha was feverishly working on loosening the corset and getting it off me. Princess Jennifer had move to the front and was doing what she does best, laughing and slapping my face to consciousness.
“Are you okay?”
I said I was fine now that I could breath. I was worried that they might stop the session right then for my safety, but all of us wanted to continue.....Princess Jennifer especially.
After a short break, I had my wind back. Mistress Natasha was now behind me and pegging me slowly. The dildo wasn't as large as Princess Jennifer's, and I felt no pain. As I submissive, I know I should remain silent, but I couldn't help myself. I cried out...”harder, Mistress!”
As if on cue, they changed places. I thought to myself, “Be careful what you wish for”, because Princess Jennifer has a bigger strapon, more powerful hips, and is more sadistic at Her core.
The pleasurable sensation I felt from Mistress Natasha was replaced with brutal sodomy from Princess Jennifer. She was not interested in making it a pleasurable experience for me. You would think I would have preferred Mistress Natasha, but the truth is that I was smitten with Princess Jennifer. It hurt, but it hurt in the right way. While Princess Jennifer was violating me, Mistress Natasha was coaching me to “take it like a man”, which was later replaced by “take it like a sissy”.
I was soaked in perspiration when Princess Jennifer was finished. When she pulled out She immediately noticed my gape, which is something that is an involuntary response that I have when I am pegged. It won't close normally for several hours after I have prolonged anal sex, and I have to walk and sit funny until it reverts back to normal. The bigger the toy, the bigger the gape. She seemed proud of Herself, so I didn't have the heart to tell her that it pretty much happens every time I have anal sex.
Two hours had flown by, and my session time was over. They released me from my captivity on the bondage bed, and I figured that was it. Mistress Natasha had to leave, but Princess Jennifer asked if I'd like to stay and play some more. I have NEVER been asked that by a pro Domme before. Generally when time's up, that's it unless you want to pay more money. Mistress Natasha shrugged Her shoulders and said to Princess Jennifer, "Really? Suit yourself."
Mistress Natasha gave Princess Jennifer the key to my pink device and then left. After Mistress Natasha left, Princess Jennifer's disposition changed a bit. The bitchy, laugh at you, then slap your face Domme was replaced by a sexual predator who needed to cum right this second. It's curious that She didn't act that way in front of Mistress Natasha, but She was very clear about what She wanted from me, and it wasn't my cock.
Princess Jennifer kicked off Her jeans and panties, and sat at the end of the bondage bed completely naked. She had me crawl to Her and told me if I wanted to taste Her I had to beg. So I did. What was easy about it was that everything I told Her was true. I told Her that She was beautiful, and that I would do anything to be Her slave. I told Her that I was incredibly attracted to Her, and that I love the way She fucked my ass. I went on and on....
She pulled my head close and spread Her legs wide and I extended my tongue to taste Her juices. There is no doubt in my mind that when I'm locked in chastity I am a more focused and attentive pussy licker. To me it was even more exciting that She escorts in addition to being a pro Domme. I wondered how many men had been inside Her last week? After all that penetrative sex, I was the one sucking on Her clit bringing Her to orgasm. In a way I felt honored.
When She was close Her legs began to contract and it felt like my head was being crushed in a vice grip. But as soon as She came, She pushed my head away and told me to stop. I thought that would be have been a great place to end the session, but She still had one other thing in mind.
She held the key up to my face and told me She would only let me out if I would masturbate in front of Her, cum on Her tits, and then lick it up. She gave me the key and in seconds I had freed myself. My cock sprung to life, and I positioned myself over Her on the bondage bed and began to stroke myself.
Precum started leaking out, and I made sure I dribbled it on her breasts. It was important to me to do exactly as She said and not shoot cum in all directions. When I was close I pointed my shaft down slightly and felt myself releasing a very large load in her cleavage. I kept stroking until the last drops were on Her chest.
I think She enjoyed the show, but the real kink She was interested in was to see if I would eat my own cum. As I was scooping it up on my tongue, the laugh came back. She seemed very amused and even after her tits were shinny clean, she kept me there running my tongue back and forth in case I missed a spot.
We were way over time, so we got dressed in a hurry. Before we left Princess Jennifer asked me if I'd like to become a regular client for either sex or domination. She gave me her number and headed out the door. After She left I tidied up the room a bit, and made sure everything was in its place. I went in the bathroom and washed the makeup that was left on my face.
As I headed out of the bedroom I bumped into the bearded dude sitting on the couch. He asked me if I wanted a beer, but I told him I was worn out. Then he gave me a serious look and coldly said, “I'll wear you out, and I won't even charge you”.
He got up off the couch and I couldn't help myself. I glanced at his crotch, and he caught me looking.
“You know how to find me. Now get out of my house.”
On the way home I was feeling all kinds of different emotions about the experience I just had. There was very little in the way of physical trauma that I usually feel after a session. No canes, no whips, no paddles, etc... I had a little bit of bruising around my nipples, but that was about it. Yet the session itself was very intense even without those things. There is something about having that third person in the room. The truth is that I can't afford sessions like these very often, but this particular session was money well spent. It's an experience I'll remember for a lifetime.
Mistress Natasha is an older woman with more than 20 years of BDSM experience. She is a master of the psychological aspects of D/s, and Her goal is to snake Her way into your brain and stay there doing as much damage to your male ego as possible. Before the session date I spoke with Her several times on the phone, and once in person while dropping off the deposit. In addition I had filled out a fairly extensive survey on-line which went into detail about my experiences and fantasies. She knew a lot about me and used the information to exploit my submissive nature during the session.
Princess Jennifer was a trip. She is about 15 years younger than Mistress Natasha, tall, athletic with big tits and full of sexual energy. What She may of lacked in experience, She made up for with Her attitude which was generally bitchy and demanding. She laughed at me a lot during the session, finding humor in my physical suffering as well as psychological humiliation. She mostly escorts, but wants to quit escorting and become a full-time Dominatrix. She's a natural.
It was Mistress Natasha who gave me directs and instructions on what to do before the session. She asked me if I had a wife or significant other, and I responded that I didn't. I had already told her that it was okay to leave small bruises or marks, but that wasn't the reason she asked me if I had a partner. She said to me that body hair on a submissive was a turnoff for Her, and She asked me if I would remove it before the session. To clarify, I asked if she meant just public hair, and She responded “no, ALL hair below the neck.”
She asked me if I owned a pink chastity device, and I told Her I owned several devices of all varieties. She was clear to me that Her preference was that I wear pink. Her instructions were to lock myself, and bring the key along with me to give to Her during the session. Her final instructions were to make sure I was clean on the inside as well as outside. I knew what that meant and She didn't have to explain further.
I ate a light dinner on Saturday night, and then just a slice of toast the following day. Whenever pegging might be involved, I take an Imodium to stop things in their tracks. Then I give myself a series of enemas until the water I expel is clear. Finally, I have a set of graduating butt-plugs that I stretch myself with so that I'm ready for what is to come. It takes time to make the preparations but then there is no unexpected mess or smell. Plus you never know if a Domme is going to go from your ass to your mouth with the dildo she's been using on you.
I postponed shaving until just a few hours before the session. It's summer and I like to wear shorts and work in the yard with my shirt off. I wondered if my neighbors would notice my hairless body. I could put on long pants and a shirt, but it's over 100 degrees in Texas right now. Oh well, I'll deal with the ramifications later.
I shaved, shaved, and shaved some more. I went through half a can of shaving cream and two razors, but when I emerged from the shower I was smooth as a baby's butt. I dried myself, and put lotion all over my body, and a bit of lubricant around the base of my shaft and under my testicles.
I procured the pink cage, and stuffed myself into the small container. That particular chastity device fits a bit tight, and tends to pinch a bit if I put it on in a hurry. Once I'm in there's no possibility of even a slight erection. Almost immediately, I was longing for release. I sighed and snapped on the lock as instructed. I had a lanyard with key which I placed around my neck so as not to lose it.
I went to the mirror and examined myself. Wow. I don't have the world's biggest cock to begin with, but it looked even smaller in the pink cage. I felt even more submissive than usual, and also a bit feminine. I think that was Mistress Natasha's intention.
The session was at 1:00 pm and I arrived at the location just a few minutes early. The house was located in a notoriously gay neighborhood in Dallas, and Mistress Natasha explained to me earlier that the person who owned the home was a Master who was part owner of a leather shop that sold BDSM accessories located just a few blocks away. Princess Jennifer and Mistress Natasha apparently had an arrangement for use of his place that day.
I knocked on the door, and a tall, bearded gentleman answered and told me to “get my ass inside”. There was a foyer area with seating just inside the door, and I was instructed to sit down and wait. I was already tense, but after a few minutes the added wait time was making me squirm in the seat. After what seemed like an eternity, Mistress Natasha appeared from around the corner. She was dressed in leather from head to toe. “We'll be playing in the bedroom. Follow me”.
“Bedroom?” I can't really remember having a professional session in someone's bedroom. Commercial dungeons have been the norm for me, or occasionally you might go to hotel room with a Domme who has a bag of tricks she brings from home. But someone's bedroom?
So Mistress Natasha leads me through the house with the heels of Her boots clicking loudly, and I pass the bearded dude who glanced at me with a smirk. I nodded respectfully back at him, but he turned away as though acknowledging my presence, was a waste of time.
The bedroom was located in the back of the building, and appeared to have been added on to the original building. There was considerably more space than a typical bedroom, and it had been furnished and decorated with a BDSM medieval dungeon theme throughout.
The California King bondage bed was something to behold. Chains and a suspension chair were hanging from the top of the bedposts. The space underneath the bed was built to resemble a cage with a swinging lockable door where slaves could be kept until needed.
Mistress Natasha told me to pay the fee up front before we started, and I did so. She then left the room I assume to pay the bearded man his cut for the accommodations. While she was doing that I heard a voice come from out of the adjoining bathroom. “Take off your clothes and get on your knees with your head bowed and palms up.”
I assumed that was Princess Jennifer, and followed her instructions. I waited in the uncomfortable position on a hard wooden floor wondering what was about to transpire. I heard someone moving around me, taking a few implements off the wall, and a few moments later I heard Mistress Natasha re-enter the bedroom. They spoke with each other for a few minutes seemingly oblivious to the naked kneeling male in the middle of the room. Princess Jennifer was already giggling.
One woman grabbed my left arm and the other my right and pulled me to my feet. I was instructed to remain motionless, with my arms up, hands behind my head while they inspected me. Immediately I could feel the difference between the two ladies in their approach. Princess Jennifer was bigger, stronger, and generally rougher, while Mistress Natasha was more cerebral and sensual. Mistress Natasha was decked out in full dominatrix garb, while Princess Jennifer was wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and sandals. Mistress Natasha removed my lanyard and took the key.
During the inspection Mistress Natasha would run her long fingernails across my back and chest just hard enough to leave light scratches. Princess Jennifer on the other hand would grab a nipple, twist hard, and hang on for dear life. One other thing unique about Princess Jennifer is She has a face slapping fetish. Every time She would do something the finish was a slap to my face. Pinch my nipple – slap my face. Squeeze my balls – slap my face. Spank my ass – slap my face. And every time She slapped me, She laughed like someone had just told a joke. She would look at me with this pouty expression as if to say, "awww did that hurt?"
Meanwhile Mistress Natasha was whispering unspeakable things in my ear. She told me that the pink cage looked pretty, although it was smaller than She expected. She told me that if I were Her slave I'd never be released because a dick like mine doesn't deserve someone like Her. She told me She knew sissies who were more masculine than me. She told me that from the moment I spoke on the phone, She could tell that I was a “beta male” and that my soul purpose on earth was to serve a Goddess like Her. Mistress Natasha made me confess to Princess Jennifer that I had sucked cock and taken cock up the ass before. Never underestimate the power of words. They can sting just like the kiss of a whip.
As the insults rolled off Mistress Natasha's tongue, Princess Jennifer was roaring in laughter. Mistress Natasha then directed my eyes to the bed where several feminine items had been laid out for me. I generally don't do the cross-dressing thing, but I wasn't going to throw up any roadblocks. Truthfully, I was loving the humiliation, and I knew wearing women's undergarments would make it all the more intense. The instructions to remove my body hair was making sense to me now.
So basically there were four items on the bed: a pair of black stockings, a pink thong, a corset, and a blonde wig. Getting into everything was easy with the exception of the corset which required cinching in the back. Both women helped me with the corset, but Princess Jennifer cinched it so tightly in back that I was having trouble getting a good breath of air.
I thought that was it for sissy making, but Mistress Natasha pulled from Her purse a black eyeliner pencil, rouge, and (you guessed it) pink lipstick. I sat on the bondage bed briefly while she painted my face. The final touch was dabbing a bit of her perfume on me. When She finished She took a long look at me and said I should have been born a woman. Princess Jennifer was suppressing more laughter, and gave me the pouty facial expression again.
There was a large portable oval mirror in the room, and Mistress Natasha lead me to it and told me to stare at myself and not look away. I was feeling a bit light-headed from the tightly cinched corset, so I tried to change my respiration to short, quick breaths. While I was staring at myself, the Dommes disappeared into the bathroom area. When they returned, they were both donning large strapons.
Mistress Natasha made me answer a series of humiliating “real men” questions in front of the mirror. “Does a real man dress in women's clothing?” No, Mistress. “Do real men suck cocks?” “Do real men get fucked up the ass?” No, Mistress. “Do real men have small cocks?” No, Mistress. Do you want us to fuck your sissy ass? Yes, Mistress.
Princess Jennifer had taken off her t-shirt and bra, exposing Her huge boobs. The cock that dangled between Her legs was equally impressive both in girth and length. She had also kicked off her sandals, and as soon as I saw Her toes, I wanted to suck on them badly. I have to admit, there was something about Princess Jennifer that did it for me.
I was lead to the bondage bed and they secured my arms to the sides of the posts so that I was still standing but bent over at the waist. My legs were forced apart with a spreader bar which were secured at my ankles. Without the ability to get steady air, I was feeling like I was d**gged. I didn't want to ruin the moment, but then again I didn't want to pass out. I asked Mistress Natasha if She would loosen the corset just a bit so I could breath better.
Before Mistress Natasha could answer Princess Jennifer interrupted, “that's the point, silly. You're not supposed to be able to breath easily.”
So I kind of knew what was going to happen. I heard Princess Jennifer snapping on latex gloves behind me, and soon I felt her lubricated fingers inside me. I was already starting to hyperventilate from the tightly cinched corset and bending over sharply at the waist. Mistress Natasha had moved in front of me and was kneeling on the bed with her dildo pointed straight at my mouth. “Suck”.
Sucking Mistress Natasha's black dildo actually helped a little with my breathing. It forced me to breath through my nose and helped maintain consciousness. Princess Jennifer's fingers were going fast and hard inside me, but I had stretched well before the session and to be honest I was loose enough that fingers didn't feel violating. I knew the intimidating dildo She was wearing, however, would be a different story.
As She pushed the head of it at my opening, I wasn't thinking about anything but getting air. She pushed it halfway in, and I could feel my heart racing. I knew I didn't have much time before I blacked out. With one powerful thrust Princess Jennifer drove the cock to the hilt, and a few seconds later I went black.
When I came to Mistress Natasha was feverishly working on loosening the corset and getting it off me. Princess Jennifer had move to the front and was doing what she does best, laughing and slapping my face to consciousness.
“Are you okay?”
I said I was fine now that I could breath. I was worried that they might stop the session right then for my safety, but all of us wanted to continue.....Princess Jennifer especially.
After a short break, I had my wind back. Mistress Natasha was now behind me and pegging me slowly. The dildo wasn't as large as Princess Jennifer's, and I felt no pain. As I submissive, I know I should remain silent, but I couldn't help myself. I cried out...”harder, Mistress!”
As if on cue, they changed places. I thought to myself, “Be careful what you wish for”, because Princess Jennifer has a bigger strapon, more powerful hips, and is more sadistic at Her core.
The pleasurable sensation I felt from Mistress Natasha was replaced with brutal sodomy from Princess Jennifer. She was not interested in making it a pleasurable experience for me. You would think I would have preferred Mistress Natasha, but the truth is that I was smitten with Princess Jennifer. It hurt, but it hurt in the right way. While Princess Jennifer was violating me, Mistress Natasha was coaching me to “take it like a man”, which was later replaced by “take it like a sissy”.
I was soaked in perspiration when Princess Jennifer was finished. When she pulled out She immediately noticed my gape, which is something that is an involuntary response that I have when I am pegged. It won't close normally for several hours after I have prolonged anal sex, and I have to walk and sit funny until it reverts back to normal. The bigger the toy, the bigger the gape. She seemed proud of Herself, so I didn't have the heart to tell her that it pretty much happens every time I have anal sex.
Two hours had flown by, and my session time was over. They released me from my captivity on the bondage bed, and I figured that was it. Mistress Natasha had to leave, but Princess Jennifer asked if I'd like to stay and play some more. I have NEVER been asked that by a pro Domme before. Generally when time's up, that's it unless you want to pay more money. Mistress Natasha shrugged Her shoulders and said to Princess Jennifer, "Really? Suit yourself."
Mistress Natasha gave Princess Jennifer the key to my pink device and then left. After Mistress Natasha left, Princess Jennifer's disposition changed a bit. The bitchy, laugh at you, then slap your face Domme was replaced by a sexual predator who needed to cum right this second. It's curious that She didn't act that way in front of Mistress Natasha, but She was very clear about what She wanted from me, and it wasn't my cock.
Princess Jennifer kicked off Her jeans and panties, and sat at the end of the bondage bed completely naked. She had me crawl to Her and told me if I wanted to taste Her I had to beg. So I did. What was easy about it was that everything I told Her was true. I told Her that She was beautiful, and that I would do anything to be Her slave. I told Her that I was incredibly attracted to Her, and that I love the way She fucked my ass. I went on and on....
She pulled my head close and spread Her legs wide and I extended my tongue to taste Her juices. There is no doubt in my mind that when I'm locked in chastity I am a more focused and attentive pussy licker. To me it was even more exciting that She escorts in addition to being a pro Domme. I wondered how many men had been inside Her last week? After all that penetrative sex, I was the one sucking on Her clit bringing Her to orgasm. In a way I felt honored.
When She was close Her legs began to contract and it felt like my head was being crushed in a vice grip. But as soon as She came, She pushed my head away and told me to stop. I thought that would be have been a great place to end the session, but She still had one other thing in mind.
She held the key up to my face and told me She would only let me out if I would masturbate in front of Her, cum on Her tits, and then lick it up. She gave me the key and in seconds I had freed myself. My cock sprung to life, and I positioned myself over Her on the bondage bed and began to stroke myself.
Precum started leaking out, and I made sure I dribbled it on her breasts. It was important to me to do exactly as She said and not shoot cum in all directions. When I was close I pointed my shaft down slightly and felt myself releasing a very large load in her cleavage. I kept stroking until the last drops were on Her chest.
I think She enjoyed the show, but the real kink She was interested in was to see if I would eat my own cum. As I was scooping it up on my tongue, the laugh came back. She seemed very amused and even after her tits were shinny clean, she kept me there running my tongue back and forth in case I missed a spot.
We were way over time, so we got dressed in a hurry. Before we left Princess Jennifer asked me if I'd like to become a regular client for either sex or domination. She gave me her number and headed out the door. After She left I tidied up the room a bit, and made sure everything was in its place. I went in the bathroom and washed the makeup that was left on my face.
As I headed out of the bedroom I bumped into the bearded dude sitting on the couch. He asked me if I wanted a beer, but I told him I was worn out. Then he gave me a serious look and coldly said, “I'll wear you out, and I won't even charge you”.
He got up off the couch and I couldn't help myself. I glanced at his crotch, and he caught me looking.
“You know how to find me. Now get out of my house.”
On the way home I was feeling all kinds of different emotions about the experience I just had. There was very little in the way of physical trauma that I usually feel after a session. No canes, no whips, no paddles, etc... I had a little bit of bruising around my nipples, but that was about it. Yet the session itself was very intense even without those things. There is something about having that third person in the room. The truth is that I can't afford sessions like these very often, but this particular session was money well spent. It's an experience I'll remember for a lifetime.
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