Resolving the Submissive Ache
I'm a bit tardy on this update, because my session with Princess P had to be rescheduled, but I was finally able to see her Friday night. It was well worth the wait.
First off, I don't know if it was because she felt badly about having to cancel and reschedule, but the one-hour session wound up lasting nearly two hours. I like to think it lasted that long because she was into it, but you never really know with pro Dommes. Some derive pleasure from dominating while others are just acting. It's remarkable to me that someone could choose a vocation where you beat men all day, the go home and be submissive to your husband. Believe it or not, I've met a few like that who simply are a character in a Broadway play. To Princess P's credit, she comes off as the real deal and not submissive in any way.
The location was a bit seedy, but the parking was gated, well lit, and secure. I've traveled to worse locations in the quest for finding a woman to abuse me. What I didn't realize was that this was Princess P's dream setting that she had painstakingly decorated and arranged to fit HER domination style. Don't get me wrong, the standard stuff was all there: bondage table, St. Andrews, spanking bench, assorted floggers, whips, crops, and bondage gear. However, there were various items that hinted toward her fetishes and kinks. There were six enema bags hanging on the wall next to a medical gyno chair. There were penis torturing devices, vacuums, pumps, electro, wax, and needles. There were cupping accessories, and even a container with live blood sucking leeches!
There were no dildos or insertable toys that I could see in her play space; however, I was told to bring my own if I wanted that during the session. She charged an additional fee for pegging, which I paid her up front before starting. Another thing I should mention is that she put a good deal of thought into the lighting of the space. Candles and indirect red and blue lighting gave the feeling of being in an Edgar Allen Poe novel. I got a hellish, gothic feel upon entering.
But it wasn't just the dungeon that had a Halloween motif, it was also in the ghoulish way she adorned herself. She appeared as though she just climbed out of hell for the purpose of tormenting souls like mine. Half of her head was shaved, and the remaining hair dyed bright orange. Her face had multiple piercings and jewelry hanging from her lips and nose. Her muscular body was covered in tattoos, and the way she did her makeup was downright terrifying. Her fingernails were long and came to a sharp point, and she wore black thigh-high boots with a garter and a fishnet bra which exposed her pierced nipples. She is the stuff of my dreams....and of my nightmares.
After I settled the bill we began. She told me to strip naked and stand still with my head bowed. She said she wanted to see "what I have to work with". I did as instructed and although I was staring at the floor, I could feel her eyes upon me. She circled behind me and gave my butt a squeeze. A chill ran up my spine.
Something I should add is that she is the most verbally abusive Dominatrix I have ever been with. She was constantly chattering through the entire session, and by the end I didn't know whether my name was David or Shithead. I don't believe the gab was for my benefit either. I think she just enjoyed the rush of degradation, and working herself into a frenzy. She also laughed at me...a lot. My hairless body amused her as did my small penis. She said I looked feminine and said she would bet that I was a great cocksucker. A backhand compliment indeed.
So she put a collar and leash around my neck and led me to the gyno chair for my examination. It was equipped with restraints to hold me securely in place with my legs elevated, asshole exposed, and legs spread wide apart. I felt extremely vulnerable and under her control. After strapping me in, she took a leather hood off the wall and put it on my head. She did not gag me, however, stating that sounds of agony turned her on. There was an e-stim wand on a charger on the adjacent table which she decided to begin with.
She started with the settings on low moving delivering small shocks to various parts of my body. The mild shocks weren't bad until she got to my nipples. When she realized they were sensitive she shocked them over and over, and I began yelping a bit. Sensing that she had found a weak spot, she turned up the settings and shocked my tits as I squirmed against the restraints. She put the wand back in the charger and began pinching my nipples with her fingers twisting them like she was opening a bottle. I was hoping she would move to some other part of my body, but she remained focused. Then suddenly she stopped, and took one of my nipples into her mouth and sucked gently. I felt relief for a moment, but it would be short-lived as her jaw closed tightly on my poor tortured tit.
I screamed in agony, but she continued to bite deeply into my flesh pulling it toward her. But she did not immediately release her mouth grip. She continued to bite down clamping me tightly in her mouth. When she finally released me I thought I was going to pass out. Strangely, she did not do the same thing with the other nipple. Instead she procured a lit candle and slowed dripped burning hot wax on other. As the wax quickly dried she applied another layer until a small mountain of wax appeared on my left nipple. My chest was asymmetrical in appearance, with one nipple deeply bruised with bite marks and the other with a pile of wax on it.
But that was foreplay for her. Her attention now turned to torturing my cock. She again grabbed the wand and sent small shocks to different areas of my cock and balls trying to ascertain the most vulnerable sensitive spots to exploit. She quickly found what she was looking for on the underside of my balls.
You can tell an experienced dominatrix by the way she binds a cock, and Princess P was obviously an expert. In a matter of a few moments she had my balls and penis tightly stretched and separated with a thin piece of rope. With my testicles wrapped and protruding, they were an easy target inviting her to abuse them. By this time my mind was spinning and I had no idea what she was going to do. Would she shock them more? Use the wax? Twist them with her hands?
Instead she took a rattan cane off the wall. Before we started the session I told her that it was okay to leave marks, but I was thinking more about striping my ass. I didn't consider that she would leave deep ugly bruises on my most sensitive area. She took my penis in my her left hand steadying it to make sure that she hit her target with accuracy. She told me that my balls would receive ten firm strokes, and she made me count and thank after each blow.
The cruel cane reigned down on my testicles without mercy. We had agreed on a safe word, and I was considering using it after only the third stroke. When she delivered a blow she would snap her wrist whipping the cane deeper into my flesh. I could tell she was trying to break my will. When we got to number 7 I was delirious with pain, but I was determined not to use the word. Somehow I made it to number 10, and she allowed me a moment to catch my breath.
She had been chattering through the whole episode telling me how much she enjoyed my misery. It was at that moment I realized she was a true sadist. I didn't want to look at my balls because I knew if I did, then I would see how bad they looked and lose my nerve. She assumed I had enough, and truthfully I did, but there was something that made me blurt out, "Princess P, please give me five more".
She turned to me with a big smile and said, "gladly".
I would be pissing blood later, and my balls would swell to the size of g****fruits, but to see the look in her eyes as she delivered the final five strokes was worth it.
I was crying into my hood when the ballbusting was over, but I knew I still had a pegging coming. I had brought my Spare Parts harness, lube, and Shane Diesel dildo; and she looked incredible when she strapped it on. I knew it wasn't going to be a gentle pegging, but I also knew it would be preferrable to the torment my testicles had just been through.
Princess P has strong thighs and hips, and she's in great shape. My expectations were high and I wasn't disappointed. Powerful thrusts combined with her endurance made for one of the best peggings I have ever experienced. It hurt in the begging because she didn't spend much time stretching me, but she knew what she was doing and she used a lot of lube. She pounded my ass until it was sore....and then she pounded some more. When she was finished I was gaping and leaking lube.
There was no happing ending, at least for me, but that's okay. I think I have a favorite dominatrix now. She's expensive, but we make good dance partners. I'm saving my pennies and looking forward to our next session.
First off, I don't know if it was because she felt badly about having to cancel and reschedule, but the one-hour session wound up lasting nearly two hours. I like to think it lasted that long because she was into it, but you never really know with pro Dommes. Some derive pleasure from dominating while others are just acting. It's remarkable to me that someone could choose a vocation where you beat men all day, the go home and be submissive to your husband. Believe it or not, I've met a few like that who simply are a character in a Broadway play. To Princess P's credit, she comes off as the real deal and not submissive in any way.
The location was a bit seedy, but the parking was gated, well lit, and secure. I've traveled to worse locations in the quest for finding a woman to abuse me. What I didn't realize was that this was Princess P's dream setting that she had painstakingly decorated and arranged to fit HER domination style. Don't get me wrong, the standard stuff was all there: bondage table, St. Andrews, spanking bench, assorted floggers, whips, crops, and bondage gear. However, there were various items that hinted toward her fetishes and kinks. There were six enema bags hanging on the wall next to a medical gyno chair. There were penis torturing devices, vacuums, pumps, electro, wax, and needles. There were cupping accessories, and even a container with live blood sucking leeches!
There were no dildos or insertable toys that I could see in her play space; however, I was told to bring my own if I wanted that during the session. She charged an additional fee for pegging, which I paid her up front before starting. Another thing I should mention is that she put a good deal of thought into the lighting of the space. Candles and indirect red and blue lighting gave the feeling of being in an Edgar Allen Poe novel. I got a hellish, gothic feel upon entering.
But it wasn't just the dungeon that had a Halloween motif, it was also in the ghoulish way she adorned herself. She appeared as though she just climbed out of hell for the purpose of tormenting souls like mine. Half of her head was shaved, and the remaining hair dyed bright orange. Her face had multiple piercings and jewelry hanging from her lips and nose. Her muscular body was covered in tattoos, and the way she did her makeup was downright terrifying. Her fingernails were long and came to a sharp point, and she wore black thigh-high boots with a garter and a fishnet bra which exposed her pierced nipples. She is the stuff of my dreams....and of my nightmares.
After I settled the bill we began. She told me to strip naked and stand still with my head bowed. She said she wanted to see "what I have to work with". I did as instructed and although I was staring at the floor, I could feel her eyes upon me. She circled behind me and gave my butt a squeeze. A chill ran up my spine.
Something I should add is that she is the most verbally abusive Dominatrix I have ever been with. She was constantly chattering through the entire session, and by the end I didn't know whether my name was David or Shithead. I don't believe the gab was for my benefit either. I think she just enjoyed the rush of degradation, and working herself into a frenzy. She also laughed at me...a lot. My hairless body amused her as did my small penis. She said I looked feminine and said she would bet that I was a great cocksucker. A backhand compliment indeed.
So she put a collar and leash around my neck and led me to the gyno chair for my examination. It was equipped with restraints to hold me securely in place with my legs elevated, asshole exposed, and legs spread wide apart. I felt extremely vulnerable and under her control. After strapping me in, she took a leather hood off the wall and put it on my head. She did not gag me, however, stating that sounds of agony turned her on. There was an e-stim wand on a charger on the adjacent table which she decided to begin with.
She started with the settings on low moving delivering small shocks to various parts of my body. The mild shocks weren't bad until she got to my nipples. When she realized they were sensitive she shocked them over and over, and I began yelping a bit. Sensing that she had found a weak spot, she turned up the settings and shocked my tits as I squirmed against the restraints. She put the wand back in the charger and began pinching my nipples with her fingers twisting them like she was opening a bottle. I was hoping she would move to some other part of my body, but she remained focused. Then suddenly she stopped, and took one of my nipples into her mouth and sucked gently. I felt relief for a moment, but it would be short-lived as her jaw closed tightly on my poor tortured tit.
I screamed in agony, but she continued to bite deeply into my flesh pulling it toward her. But she did not immediately release her mouth grip. She continued to bite down clamping me tightly in her mouth. When she finally released me I thought I was going to pass out. Strangely, she did not do the same thing with the other nipple. Instead she procured a lit candle and slowed dripped burning hot wax on other. As the wax quickly dried she applied another layer until a small mountain of wax appeared on my left nipple. My chest was asymmetrical in appearance, with one nipple deeply bruised with bite marks and the other with a pile of wax on it.
But that was foreplay for her. Her attention now turned to torturing my cock. She again grabbed the wand and sent small shocks to different areas of my cock and balls trying to ascertain the most vulnerable sensitive spots to exploit. She quickly found what she was looking for on the underside of my balls.
You can tell an experienced dominatrix by the way she binds a cock, and Princess P was obviously an expert. In a matter of a few moments she had my balls and penis tightly stretched and separated with a thin piece of rope. With my testicles wrapped and protruding, they were an easy target inviting her to abuse them. By this time my mind was spinning and I had no idea what she was going to do. Would she shock them more? Use the wax? Twist them with her hands?
Instead she took a rattan cane off the wall. Before we started the session I told her that it was okay to leave marks, but I was thinking more about striping my ass. I didn't consider that she would leave deep ugly bruises on my most sensitive area. She took my penis in my her left hand steadying it to make sure that she hit her target with accuracy. She told me that my balls would receive ten firm strokes, and she made me count and thank after each blow.
The cruel cane reigned down on my testicles without mercy. We had agreed on a safe word, and I was considering using it after only the third stroke. When she delivered a blow she would snap her wrist whipping the cane deeper into my flesh. I could tell she was trying to break my will. When we got to number 7 I was delirious with pain, but I was determined not to use the word. Somehow I made it to number 10, and she allowed me a moment to catch my breath.
She had been chattering through the whole episode telling me how much she enjoyed my misery. It was at that moment I realized she was a true sadist. I didn't want to look at my balls because I knew if I did, then I would see how bad they looked and lose my nerve. She assumed I had enough, and truthfully I did, but there was something that made me blurt out, "Princess P, please give me five more".
She turned to me with a big smile and said, "gladly".
I would be pissing blood later, and my balls would swell to the size of g****fruits, but to see the look in her eyes as she delivered the final five strokes was worth it.
I was crying into my hood when the ballbusting was over, but I knew I still had a pegging coming. I had brought my Spare Parts harness, lube, and Shane Diesel dildo; and she looked incredible when she strapped it on. I knew it wasn't going to be a gentle pegging, but I also knew it would be preferrable to the torment my testicles had just been through.
Princess P has strong thighs and hips, and she's in great shape. My expectations were high and I wasn't disappointed. Powerful thrusts combined with her endurance made for one of the best peggings I have ever experienced. It hurt in the begging because she didn't spend much time stretching me, but she knew what she was doing and she used a lot of lube. She pounded my ass until it was sore....and then she pounded some more. When she was finished I was gaping and leaking lube.
There was no happing ending, at least for me, but that's okay. I think I have a favorite dominatrix now. She's expensive, but we make good dance partners. I'm saving my pennies and looking forward to our next session.
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