I arrived in Brighouse at the address given by My new client. We had a little briefing on the phone previously before I set off, so on the way there My mind was buzzing with ideas. In My little black bag I had My strapon, vibrating butt plug and rope, all I needed for this hour long outcall session. Knocking on the door, I noticed a curtain twitching downstairs, shortly after which the door opened, and there stood a small man shaking from head to toe. I thought it was quite amusing seeing him squirming.

“Mistress V?”

“It is.”

“Come in.”

Once inside, I told him to show me where we would be playing.

“The room on the right Mistress.”

Opening the door, I saw a large kitchen table.

“You’re going to be tied to that while I fuck you!! Get undressed, down to your underpants.”

Once he did as he was told I pushed him over the table, and grabbing his hands I tied them firmly to the table legs.

“Spread your legs!”

Ankles tied also, leaving him in quite a predicament, I put My strapon on and lubed it up. I then put a finger up his arse, and that made him jump. I laughed out loud!!

“I haven’t started yet bitch boy, shut up and take whatever I give you.”

Gradually easing My cock into his arse, he started to relax. I rode him softly at first just for him to get into the swing of things. Once in full swing I rode the fuck out of him. He begged me to go deeper and deeper, which I of course intended to do anyway.

I pulled My cock out of his arse and slowly walked around to his face.

“Look at me bitch, and open your mouth. Clean My cock.”

Licking and sucking My cock he cleaned it to perfection.

I untied him and made him lie on the floor, and crouching down over his face I pissed directly into his thirsty mouth. He swallowed every bit with no spillage. I was impressed.

Playing with his cock, I give him permission to finish himself off.

Another great session. Back to My chambers for more now!

Wakefield Mistress V

I am a novice compared with most of the other individuals posting here but I hope I might offer some encouragement anyone who is tempted to take the plunge but nervous about it. We are all different and I can only tell it as I have found it myself.

I spent years trying to image what it would be like to be stripped, whipped and caned. I finally plucked up the courage after I retired. The punishment itself can be extremely painful but if the idea appeals to you then the anticipation is fantastic and the caning is merely something to be endured. (You will devise techniques to help you cope with the pain if you need to.) I enjoy constucting scenarios which require me to be punished, setting them out in an email and then acting them out during the session. I visited my first Mistress upwards of twenty times. She was a really lovely lady but quite a pussycat compared to Victoria, whom I have now visited twice.

On the first occasion Mistress warmed me up very thoroughly and then gave me several sets of 20 shots with the cane and finished off with a hairbrush. She is clearly a very experienced professional with great technical skills (lovely parallel lines from the cane) and she reads your body language well. I was never really distressed and could have taken more of the hairbrush when she finished.

My second visit was as a headmaster receiving ‘therapy’ from a doctor following an ‘incident’ with one of the schoolgirls. I was made to strip to my underpants and have both hands caned; then a surprisingly gentle application of a strap to my genitals; then to the bench! Pants down, strapped down, warmed up (extremely thoroughly) and only then told that I was going to receive 200 strokes with the cane. I knew that was not possible but Mistress demonstrated that the impossible merely takes a little longer and hurts a little more. I was literally shaking by the time it was over. It was just incredibly, awfully painful. She is a real sadist and delights in pushing you as far as you can go; my backside is a real mess. (Somewhere in the ether there is a photograph but I don’t know where!) The strange thing is, a day later, I just cannot wait to have it done again; the thought of the Mistress inflicting almost unendurable pain is now a really erotic turn-on for me.

Bear in mind that what the Mistress did with me is what she thought was right for me. She may be gentler or more severe with you but whatever she does will be right for you. In my opinion you really need to do at least two sessions so as to benefit properly from the recovery and anticipation cycle. By then you will either be hooked for the long term or know that it is not really for you. The only other thought I would offer is to talk it over with your spouse before you do it. You then have a clear conscience and you can enjoy the markings rather than worrying about them!

My Swedish kaviar eating Slave!!

I couldn’t wait to meet My new toilet. On arrival he told me he’d like Me to spoon feed him My waste. I immediately obliged, as I couldn’t think of any better way to spend My morning.

Collared, I led him into the playroom. I sat him down

“Put your arms behind your back!”

With that, I tied him with My rope as tight as I could, a plate underneath My bottom containing My poo.

“Open your fucking mouth!”

“Yes Mistress.”

The first spoon did take a while to get down but once he swallowed the first bit I was already scooping his second spoonful.

“Open Shit breath!!”

I allowed him some of My nectar to wash and swill it down with.

“Open!”

Looking at the plate with anticipation he did as instructed.

“I want more Mistress.”

Unknown to him I’m already pushing another one out! Straight onto the plate, his seconds are ready!!

“Have a little rest you pathetic boy.”

I gave him 5 minutes rest as I didn’t want him to get too comfortable.

“You know this lot needs eating up don’t you!! Now feed the rest to yourself as you’re making Me want to vomit!!”

Spoon in hand he did as he was told, with a little persuasion from my lit cigarette which was now touching his balls!

“I’ll get you a bigger spoon; the one you’re using can’t get enough shit on it. A Dessert spoon will do the lot in one go, now get your mouth wide open and get it in!”

Taking over, I grabbed the spoon from him and start pushing it all in his mouth.

“Swallow it!!”

With My cigarette, I burned his nipples, which worked a treat as the next time I looked at him he’d eaten every bit. No point in enforced hard sports if you’re not being forced!!

Peter asked for My Cruel Girlfriend Experience. Since Cruelty is My middle name, I was happy to oblige! I can be at once romantic and cruel.

I sat next to peter and lightly gently rubbed his crotch while we looked longingly into each others’ eyes. My hot lips slowly moved towards his. He was desperate to kiss Me. As our lips were about to meet, he opened his mouth slightly in excited anticipation. I squeezed his balls hard! He whimpered and tried to release My grip on his balls.

“Get your fucking hands away. Now strip off!”

He obediently removed his clothes and I stripped until I was just wearing stilettos and panties. I sat on My throne and beckoned him to come over to Me. I held out My hand, palm upwards.

“Legs apart! Put your balls into My hand!”

He was trembling as he lowered his balls into My hand. I smiled at him.

“You’d love to kiss My nipple wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes please.”

“Well you can kiss My nipple for 10 seconds if I squeeze your balls for one minute.”

Before he had chance to answer, I squeezed his balls hard, digging My sharp nails into them. He writhed in pain.

“You want to kiss My nipple don’t you? You want to suffer for Me don’t you? Come on darling, take it for Me.”

After exactly one minute, I released My grip and pulled his head onto My nipple.

“Kiss, don’t suck!” I commanded sternly.

After his ten seconds of kissing My nipple, I instructed him to stand and turn around. I bound his wrists together and instructed him to face Me.

“You’d love to kiss My other nipple for ten seconds wouldn’t you darling?”

I looked down at My outstretched hand and said: “Balls!”

He meekly and obediently lowered his already aching balls into My hand. I looked into his eyes, waited for a few seconds, then I squeezed Hard, digging My especially sharpened talons into his flesh. His knees buckled.

“Stand up straight! Legs apart!”

After a minute of hard squeezing, I pulled his trembling lips towards My other nipple and allowed him to gratefully kiss it for ten seconds.

“You’d love to suck them wouldn’t you?”

Of course he would, but I could see he was nervous to say so, wondering how much he would have to suffer for the privilege of sucking My nipples. I attached My most severe nipple clamps to his nipples and twisted them cruelly.

“Go on, suck them” I commanded, while pulling at his nipple clamps.

I allowed him to worship My nipples for a few minutes while inflicting pain on his own, then I instructed him to stand and walk over to a ring that was attached to the wall. I attached the nipple clamps chain to the ring.

“The only way to remove those clamps is to do it yourself by walking backwards until they come off!”

He started to walk backwards, but the pain became too intense for him to continue and he came to a standstill.

I moved towards him until our lips were almost touching.

“Kiss Me. Properly.”

Our lips touched gently. Our tongues intertwined. I stroked his throbbing cock. Then, when I knew he was deep into subspace, I pushed him backwards until the nipple clamps came off. Oh that heady combination: the pain/pleasure dichotomy. The deepest subspace that only a skilled Dominatrix can take you into.

I took the clamps and held them open. He willingly pushed his nipples into them. He needed more now. We kissed. I pushed until those clamps came off. Again. And again. And again.

I told him to kneel then I turned around so My derrière was close to his face.

“You’d love to lick My arse wouldn’t you?”

“Yes please Goddess.”

“Well you must take 50 strokes of My crop first, then be fucked by My fucking machine. Get over My whipping bench!”

I attached securely him to the bench and whipped him, gently at first in order to coax him deeper into subspace, then much harder, turning his arse red and blue. I was loving this!

I released him then instructed him to get down on all fours and backed him up to My fucking machine. After lubing his arse well, I started the machine and gradually increased its speed and depth. He started to gasp.

“Lick My arse!”

I’m sure the irony of licking My arse while having his own fucked wasn’t lost on him!

“You’d love to worship My pussy wouldn’t you?”

“That is my wildest dream Goddess.”

“You must take 50 severe strokes of My favourite dragon cane then.”

“Anything Goddess”

I love administering the cane. It’s My favourite. I strapped him to My punishment bench and brought My pussy up to his face and allowed him to take in My scent.

“Count! And say Thank You Goddess after every stroke!”

I flexed My cane lovingly then: thwack!

“One. Thank You Goddess.”

“Two. Thank You Goddess.”

I caned him relentlessly, covering his arse in welts and bruises, stopping occasionally to let him sniff Me and encouraging him to take more. I gagged him with My well worn panties.

Finally, I released him. I laid back on the bed and allowed him his reward. And Mine.

Yes My Cruel Girlfriend Experience is painful. But I’m so, so worth it. See you later darling.

xxx