Social Distance
Well, it was a memorable trip to Florida, although my last few days there were ruined by Covid. I had to reschedule my flight and spend a few miserable days in a hotel room, Despite the virus at the end of the trip, there were some spectacular kinky memories made. Today I'm just going to tell you about the first few hour or so of a three-day experience I had with a Florida Domme.
We had been conversing via email and facetime for over a month. I'm not sure she believed that I would follow through with a visit until I forwarded a copy of my flight itinerary. Then she realized I was as serious as a heart attack. Conversations got deeper and more detailed as we got closer to the date. The day before I left we did over an hour on cam because she wanted to see my toys and bondage gear. Stuff she liked and she didn't have, I would have to pack and bring with me. I'm sure TSA got a chuckle if they opened my luggage, but no matter. She already owns plenty of restraints and punishment implements, but she liked my leather hood so that went in the suitcase. She liked my "Spare Parts" strap-on harness and told me to bring that, and then she wanted to see the phalluses I had to pair with it. When I showed her the two moderately sized dildos in my collection she suddenly got silent. After a few awkward moments she sighed then blurted out, "Don't you have anything bigger?"
Now from my perspective 7-8 inches feels plenty big. In fact, it's a struggle to get them fully inserted, but apparently the subs she plays with take a lot more. She told me to pack the black one, but added that she might not use it. Then she wanted to see my chastity devices, and it lightened her mood. She wanted to see what they looked like on me so she had me strip and model them for her on cam. When I got to my pink one, she couldn't control her laughter. Pinkie wound up making the trip, too.
But the item that intrigued her the most was my ball shocker with remote. As I feared, she wanted to see a demo of it in action, so she had me attach it to my scrotum and shock myself a few times. The range affects me from mild discomfort on low settings to extremely painful when set on high. She told me to set it to maximum, and then squealed in delight when she saw my reaction. Shocker was then Florida bound, too.
So I guess I had earned her trust, because when I arrived in Florida she texted me her home address and told me to bring her lunch. I was filled with anticipation when I finally got there and knocked on her door. I had brought my toys as she had instructed along with a chicken sandwich for her and a burger for me. The door gradually swung open but she wasn't in sight. I called out, "hello, this is David" and stepped inside. She was standing behind the door out of view, and slammed it shut behind me. For a moment I had a genuine feeling of being trapped, and perhaps I was. I felt like a fly in the spider's web.
Her appearance was freakish, and more intimidating than a typical dominatrix outfit. She was white as death which made her eyeliner and black outfit stand out. She's a tall woman anyway, but her boots added about four inches. But for me the most shocking part of her appearance was a tattoo of a angry venomous snake on her shoulder. She has a hard look about her, and certainly not possessing beauty in the classic sense. She is more the stuff of nightmares which is why I was so incredibly attracted to her.
I tried to engage her in pleasantries but she was having none of it. The person I had conversed with on cam two days ago was gone, and for the next three days the only way we would interact would be as Mistress and slave. She led me to her breakfast nook and I took out the items and put lunch on the table. There was a large cup and a dog dish already there and she wasted no time demonstrating to me the way things were going to be.
She unwrapped my burger, opened the face of it, and put the bottom half with the meat n the center of the dog dish then discarded the rest of the sandwich. She gathered saliva for a moment then spit directly on the patty. She repeated the process several times until the beef was dripping with spit along with a little mucus. She set the dish on the ground and ordered me to my knees. She commanded me to eat without using my hands, and when finished lick the bowl clean. It looked disgusting, so I instinctively hesitated for a moment but she wasted no time putting her boot on the back of my head and forcing my face into the dish. "Stay down!"
I nibbled at it from various angles, as it was cumbersome to eat. When she realized I had started, she took her boot off my head and I could feel her watching me. After a few minutes I had the burger about a third gone, and although it was kind of gross didn't seem as bad at it first looked. Then I heard her moving around behind me, and then the sound of her urine filling the cup. When she finished she poured half of it in my dish and left the rest in the cup on the floor beside it.
To those people who have never consumed another person's bodily fluids, there are mental hurdles involved..at least for me there are. It's the aroma that is the toughest part, although some subs with a piss fetish love it. The taste is actually bitter with sort of a salty-sour aftertaste. I also have to clear my mind while I do it, because if I think about it my gag reflex kicks in. There is the issue of keeping it down which is not a problem unless I start to think about it.
Without the being able to use my hands, I found myself lapping at the bowl like a household pet. She was eating her lunch at the table and every once in a while I feel a little kick at my ribs as encouragement to eat faster. I wasn't quite finished with my meal when she finished hers, so she brought my head up and poured the remainder of what was in the dog dish into my mouth. The cup was next and she'd pour a little in my mouth and make me hold it for a few seconds and then swish it around before swallowing. The most erotic part for me was that she had a firm grip on the hair on the back of my head with one hand while feeding me with the other. Her demeanor was cold and heartless, and this opening act established her role and mine from the git-go.
That was our first meal together, and I learned a lot about her style of dominance. For example, despite all the conversation leading up to my trip, we had not spoken about piss or golden showers even once. Yet within a few minutes of meeting her, there I was lapping her pee like a hound dog. Another thing was that she's a planner. The cup and dog dish were already on the table, so it was all premeditated. This was definitely something she did for her own amusement, not mine. The hallmark of a great Mistress is the follow through. She could see I was struggling a bit in the beginning, but made sure the task was completed without excuses.
For three, long agonizing days I was in her service, and obviously there is much more to tell. However, I wanted to share this tidbit with you because it was a bit different than many of my Femdom experiences.
Be well, and play safe.
.
We had been conversing via email and facetime for over a month. I'm not sure she believed that I would follow through with a visit until I forwarded a copy of my flight itinerary. Then she realized I was as serious as a heart attack. Conversations got deeper and more detailed as we got closer to the date. The day before I left we did over an hour on cam because she wanted to see my toys and bondage gear. Stuff she liked and she didn't have, I would have to pack and bring with me. I'm sure TSA got a chuckle if they opened my luggage, but no matter. She already owns plenty of restraints and punishment implements, but she liked my leather hood so that went in the suitcase. She liked my "Spare Parts" strap-on harness and told me to bring that, and then she wanted to see the phalluses I had to pair with it. When I showed her the two moderately sized dildos in my collection she suddenly got silent. After a few awkward moments she sighed then blurted out, "Don't you have anything bigger?"
Now from my perspective 7-8 inches feels plenty big. In fact, it's a struggle to get them fully inserted, but apparently the subs she plays with take a lot more. She told me to pack the black one, but added that she might not use it. Then she wanted to see my chastity devices, and it lightened her mood. She wanted to see what they looked like on me so she had me strip and model them for her on cam. When I got to my pink one, she couldn't control her laughter. Pinkie wound up making the trip, too.
But the item that intrigued her the most was my ball shocker with remote. As I feared, she wanted to see a demo of it in action, so she had me attach it to my scrotum and shock myself a few times. The range affects me from mild discomfort on low settings to extremely painful when set on high. She told me to set it to maximum, and then squealed in delight when she saw my reaction. Shocker was then Florida bound, too.
So I guess I had earned her trust, because when I arrived in Florida she texted me her home address and told me to bring her lunch. I was filled with anticipation when I finally got there and knocked on her door. I had brought my toys as she had instructed along with a chicken sandwich for her and a burger for me. The door gradually swung open but she wasn't in sight. I called out, "hello, this is David" and stepped inside. She was standing behind the door out of view, and slammed it shut behind me. For a moment I had a genuine feeling of being trapped, and perhaps I was. I felt like a fly in the spider's web.
Her appearance was freakish, and more intimidating than a typical dominatrix outfit. She was white as death which made her eyeliner and black outfit stand out. She's a tall woman anyway, but her boots added about four inches. But for me the most shocking part of her appearance was a tattoo of a angry venomous snake on her shoulder. She has a hard look about her, and certainly not possessing beauty in the classic sense. She is more the stuff of nightmares which is why I was so incredibly attracted to her.
I tried to engage her in pleasantries but she was having none of it. The person I had conversed with on cam two days ago was gone, and for the next three days the only way we would interact would be as Mistress and slave. She led me to her breakfast nook and I took out the items and put lunch on the table. There was a large cup and a dog dish already there and she wasted no time demonstrating to me the way things were going to be.
She unwrapped my burger, opened the face of it, and put the bottom half with the meat n the center of the dog dish then discarded the rest of the sandwich. She gathered saliva for a moment then spit directly on the patty. She repeated the process several times until the beef was dripping with spit along with a little mucus. She set the dish on the ground and ordered me to my knees. She commanded me to eat without using my hands, and when finished lick the bowl clean. It looked disgusting, so I instinctively hesitated for a moment but she wasted no time putting her boot on the back of my head and forcing my face into the dish. "Stay down!"
I nibbled at it from various angles, as it was cumbersome to eat. When she realized I had started, she took her boot off my head and I could feel her watching me. After a few minutes I had the burger about a third gone, and although it was kind of gross didn't seem as bad at it first looked. Then I heard her moving around behind me, and then the sound of her urine filling the cup. When she finished she poured half of it in my dish and left the rest in the cup on the floor beside it.
To those people who have never consumed another person's bodily fluids, there are mental hurdles involved..at least for me there are. It's the aroma that is the toughest part, although some subs with a piss fetish love it. The taste is actually bitter with sort of a salty-sour aftertaste. I also have to clear my mind while I do it, because if I think about it my gag reflex kicks in. There is the issue of keeping it down which is not a problem unless I start to think about it.
Without the being able to use my hands, I found myself lapping at the bowl like a household pet. She was eating her lunch at the table and every once in a while I feel a little kick at my ribs as encouragement to eat faster. I wasn't quite finished with my meal when she finished hers, so she brought my head up and poured the remainder of what was in the dog dish into my mouth. The cup was next and she'd pour a little in my mouth and make me hold it for a few seconds and then swish it around before swallowing. The most erotic part for me was that she had a firm grip on the hair on the back of my head with one hand while feeding me with the other. Her demeanor was cold and heartless, and this opening act established her role and mine from the git-go.
That was our first meal together, and I learned a lot about her style of dominance. For example, despite all the conversation leading up to my trip, we had not spoken about piss or golden showers even once. Yet within a few minutes of meeting her, there I was lapping her pee like a hound dog. Another thing was that she's a planner. The cup and dog dish were already on the table, so it was all premeditated. This was definitely something she did for her own amusement, not mine. The hallmark of a great Mistress is the follow through. She could see I was struggling a bit in the beginning, but made sure the task was completed without excuses.
For three, long agonizing days I was in her service, and obviously there is much more to tell. However, I wanted to share this tidbit with you because it was a bit different than many of my Femdom experiences.
Be well, and play safe.
.
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