To Heavenly Hell & back.
Almost a month ago now, on a Thursday, I noticed on social media that a wonderful iconic local Domme had posted information saying how a sub had let Her know he couldn’t attend the session planned for the Saturday coming & that She was now free for a 3 hour session.
I quickly checked Her website & wrote to ask If I might be considered for the session.
I had been frustrated in my attempt to visit another Domme while on my caravan holiday walking in Pembrokeshire. My elderly car cooked it’s gearbox & my life got very complicated & demanding as I sourced & bought a replacement car & got it fitted with a tow bar to be able to bring the caravan back home.
I rechecked Her website where I discovered how to apply for a session & sent Her the full fee for a 3 hour session, & detailed my experience & health issues, hard limits & desires, late on the Thursday evening. I also wrote to my Mistress to let Her know of my plans.
She quickly wrote back the next day saying I was first in line & how she wanted to explore my request for a Beauty Therapy role play taken beyond the therapy. I was tto ring at a certain time so that She could give me details & an address to attend.
We chatted on the phone for about 20 minutes & she detailed all her requirements & expectations & mine too. I was already excited to be putting my self into Her expert & experienced hands.
I received two more messages, one asking about impact play & marks, & one telling me to sleep tight ready for the session next day.
I arrived at the designated spot & waited to ring her at 10;30.
My mind was racing trying to anticipate what might happen & I was excited & dry in the mouth.
I love the feelings & responses an anticipation of sessions brings.
I rang at exactly 10;30 & the phone was answered within 3 rings.
I was welcomed & told how to find Her premises & the house number.
I drove round the corner parked & locked the car, walking up the path, where the door opened before I could ring the bell.
We had met before at a couple of Pedestal events & a munch or two, but I had forgotten how lovely She is.
There She stood having welcomed me in, wearing an authentic beauty therapy cross buttoned tunic outfit including Her professional insignia.
I was asked to remove my shoes, to take a seat on the sofa & offered a cup of herb tea.
She was expecting a delivery so wanted to wait for it so our “treatment session” wasn’t interrupted.
Her easy manner & lovely ability to put me at ease & enquire interested about my experiences & to tell what She had planned for my “therapy” . “ I won’t tell you everything, some surprises are delightful!”
The parcel arrived & I finished my lovely herb tea & was ushered up stairs.
We entered the dungeon room & I was shown some of Her amazing collection of all manner of restraints, clothing & devices plus could see the amazing treatment table with overhead frame & cage below.
In the corner was a spanking bench with many lovely leather restraints.
Mistress told me to undress & gave me a bowl in which to put all my clothes.
“For the treatment to be most effective we will start with an enema. Then I shall shave the poarts of your body I wish to.!”
I was led into the bathroom where a fleet enema was administered very professionally & I was offered to shower so that the body shave could be lathered.
It is the strangest feeling in the world having your testicles held & shaved, the razor gliding over my cock & the inner thighs. I am turned round, bent over in the bath & my arse & buttocks are made hairless in no time. Next I am stood and my pecs / moobs are shaved & I am getting hard & aroused by the intimate attention. All the while She is chatting & enquiring & getting to know me & I feel totally understood & cared for. I learn of Her aromatherapy qualifications & am introduced to some amazing smells.
An assisted shower leaves me hyper aware of the areas that have been made hairless and smooth.
I towelled off and my abdomen is massaged to accentuate the gurgling effects of the enema & soon I am ready to evacuate.
There is something very submissive indeed in sitting on the loo while the Domme stands over you & supervises the evacuation, knowing what is to follow.
Having one’s arse inspected and wiped too makes for a regression like no other.
I am led, feeling a bit spaced & heady, back into the Dungeon room.
I am offered the spanking bench by the sweep of a hand, “Lay on here”
“ I need to secure you for the next part of the treatment!”
Straps at ankles & calfs.
Another two at thighs begin to immobilise me.
Across the lower back.
Mistress tells me how the Norwegian slave who arranged for these luxury straps to be installed has yet to feel their grip.
Wrist cuffs in the most soft and supple leather are buckled tight.
Then they are attached to the side of the bench and I am held .
This device is very interesting, I have been strapped into a fair number of spanking benches.
Some had elaborate stretching mechanisms, one had altogether many many more straps.
On even had mirrors under the face hole that allowed the supplicant to see what was being done to their restrained genitals & nipples.
Here I was almost floating. The bench was wide & the straps held me spread, especially the wrist cuff attachments which prevented me getting any purchase or capacity to move. Very clever experiential design & build . I love being in & using things that have been properly designed & built. It’s quite a rare experience these days.
The gag was huge.
“Open wide for me !” gets me every time & I am surprised I am still surprised but the opening of the mouth is automatic to the request & the result always gets me hard. The strap is done up tight. The edges of the ball, round rings pull at the corners of my mouth & my tongue struggles to find room to exist in my mouth.
I see Her place a bin below my mouth.
“It’s OK to drool!”
Swallowing is hard.
I can see myself in the strategically placed mirror in front of the bench.
Then I can’t, as the tight blindfold robs me of another sense.
Hands & nails explore my held body.
Comment is made about my cock dripping precum.
There is a slight indent in the neck area of the bench where I can just about rest my chin & neck.
I can hear furniture being moved including the bench I am strapped to. I didn’t notice if it was on wheels. I still don’t know.
“Flogger first. !”
The multiple straps are dragged across my exposed skin on my buttocks & back.
Between my buttocks & against my hanging balls sack.
I am helpless to influence what happens.
Then the leather fingers expertly thud & stroke & slash & burn & I am gradually shown how my buttock & back nerves respond to stimulation.
The gag is keeping me quiet, but have I any need to make noises.?
Paddles follow, after again the gentle use of hands & nails to caress the welts & the redness.
Gentle stimulation with caresses is still stimulation & it connects the hardness of my cock to the pain & the pleasure , like no other experience.
Harder & harder but never too hard, never too demanding, always just about what I can bear.
I don’t remember if She used canes?
How can I not know?
I was almost somewhere else in my head just experiencing the feelings created.
No choice really.
Just how I like it.
This submission is all about being the canvass on which the artist decides what colours & textures to deliver to the brain of the supplicant. Experts know just how to do this. This is exactly what I had asked Her to try & create & I am almost tearfully garteful.
“We need to milk that prostate!”
Lots of lube & some sort of strapon enters & begins to massage me internally & on the rim & I am transported. Apart from electrical insertable’s while visiting a few medical specialist Dominas, I have never been “pegged” before. This is amazing. I get lost in my head trying to understand what is happening. Her body presses on top of me & I can feeling Her breathing as She uses Her rhythm & knowledge to take me further down the rabbit hole. Her hands are exploring my skin The straps that hold me still. This much attention after all the months of isolation are getting close to overload. Close but never over the edge.
I am subdued but stimulated. A strange combination of feelings.
She undoes the straps & takes off the blindfold & the gag.
A string of blue anal beads is inserted.
I am helped to stand.
She gives me a pair of Her panties to wear to hold the beads in place.
I am offered a glass of water & take a sip.
I am a bit spaced.
“ Time for your facial, slide into this leather body bag & I’ll zip you up comfortably!”
The bag is on the treatment couch over which a scaffold full of leather restraints is hanging over me & underneath which is the cage.
The zips begin to hold me tight. It fits me remarkably well. She tightens the neck collar straps & I hear the familiar singing of my tinnitus. I can barely move in here but She decides there should be ropes around my ankles & thighs attached to the couch sides.
It’s not like I want to run away though so that’s OK.
She undoes the zips so that air circulates round my newly shaved nipples & then She arranges the zips at my hairless genitals & pulls them out of the pants into the fresh air.
The facial is delightful.
Expert aromas cleanse & exfoliate, nourish & moisturise & I fall into a state of bliss & pleasure.
I had asked to be put into the new leather punishment bondage hood She had shown on Her Twitter page, but She found it was slightly too small for my enormous head.
“Never mind, I have many types of Latex Hood which will suffice!”
I am subsumed by the smell & feel of constricting rubber, my breathing severely restricted & She begins to work on my nipples with clamps & some sorts of devices that had me further gasping for breath.
The Electrics on my cock & balls had me dancing to the kind of tune that only a sadist can get from their masochistic instrument. She had the way of all sadists that expertly gets the sufferer to suffer some more, with no choices. Up & down the scale, She delighted in calling out the numbers on the box, enjoying my reactions & ensuring my compliance to suffer, taking me to heights of pain that I endured for the countdown She decided I should suffer. There is something that makes you brave enough to try harder for a sadist to suffer more than you think is possible, to accept that screaming or crying won’t stop the demands or the pain, only time & the countdown will do that.
I think we got up to the mid forties of a maximum 99 & I always worry that I am complete wuss when it comes to my comparative ability to suffer pain.
I always feel a slight regret when it stops.
I wonder if I might one day be taken well beyond my endurance just existing in the suffering & pain at Her choice.
I should be careful what I wish for.
I am untied & unzipped & let off for a comfort break when I take the opportunity for a pee.
I am shown the other bondage room with a large Gynae chair & a bondage chair with all manner of restrictive leather & rubber wear & devices.
“Your body wrap is the final treatment today!”
Shea butter is carefully & sensually applied to my body.
She produces saran wrap which is rolled tightly around each limb & the abdomen.
On top of this She then produces vet wrap bandages which are elasticated & tightly overlapped from shoulder to wrist & from thigh to ankle. The abdomen is wrapped tightly too & the shoulders criss crossed from front to back.
The equivalent of an ancient Egyptian Mummy without removing the brain through the nostrils.
I am helped back onto the bondage frame and my legs are wrapped together.
My hands are then wrapped & secured to sides of the frame.
My nipples & genitals are conspicuously not wrapped.
“More facial treatment”
The wrap up until now was blue, but She produced several rolls of white wrap.
More delicious aromas & even a gas mask delivery of some really exotic smells taking me back to my teenage experiences in the beauty salons of my youth where my teenage acne was treated & my peccadilloes were pricked & nurtured.
Having the face wrapped in elasticated bandages is both delightful & scary. MY hearing & sight almost disappeared & I had only my nostrils & a tiny hole for my mouth, into which Mistress poked her fingers. I poked my tongue back.
Hands & legs are secured. Again.
The blindfold reappeared & the intensity of the treatment escalated as the electrical contacts were re established & I was then on a journey of pain & pleasure where I got totally lost .
I think at some stage another gas mask was employed.
I was edged forever.
Up & down.
I had mentioned in the phone call never having experienced needles before except in vaccinations & blood sample taking, & in no kink related history.
“ Time for needles !”
To say I was tense would be an underestimate.
Right nipple first. Lightning behind my right eye.
Left nipple next.
Sharpness entering my soul sitting on my consciousness.
One Two Three through the skin on my newly shaved balls intensifying the blood pumping through my rigid cock.
When there is nowhere to run or hide from pain then suffering is all one can do.
“One more each nipple “ I heard faintly.
At an angle to the first, through the skin & out the other side, demanding my attention.
I might have sobbed.
I was grateful.
I am not sure what device She used to extract Her sample.
She tweaked the needles as my climax approached from the far distance & I just swam in the melange of pleasure & pain until there was no way back from the Petit Mort.
I asked permission to orgasm.
She collected Her sample & fed it to me through the tiny hole.
I was amazed when She cut off all the wrap. Single use is understandable with wounds & I suppose too with kink but I do worry about the sustainability of this. I loved it, but I will feel guilty.
I was on a high for about the next two days.
We had a cup of tea together & chatted about the session.
I applauded Her completely authentic Beauty Therapy approach & the “treatments” were just beautiful. Just what I fantasise about when I am having real beauty therapy treatments.
I drove home in a bit of a daze.
Altogether a wonderful experience with an expert practitioner.