Every aspect of receiving CP from Mistress V is completely intoxicating. She decides when the strap will be administered, and the summons arrives. My emotions are a mix of excitement and apprehension as I arrive at her door.
We greet each other and she kisses me on both cheeks A moment of tenderness before the ordeal to come. After a few minutes of catch-up conversation, the mood changes. Her tone becomes firmer and quietly commanding and I’m ordered to change into the delicate white, silky, frilly lingerie that affirms me as her obedient submissive sissy who must be regularly leathered with the strap. Duly dressed, I’m ordered over the punishment bench and Mistress takes great care in fastening all the restraints tightly, ensuring there can be no squirming or wriggling during my ordeal. As a natural submissive I love this moment. Knowing my white, milky bottom is obediently presented, just waiting for Mistress to inflict her patterns of pain. In a few moments my frilly knickers will be taken down, and I’ll be ordered to beg for every cruel stroke of the strap and she will decide how much and how long I will suffer.
I’m not a stoic sissy who receives pain bravely without flinching. I cry, sob and beg for mercy. But at Mistress’s premises, no one can hear you scream. Howl and plead as much as you like, the walls aren’t interested. She has decided I will take 100 strokes from her array of straps ad hawses and that’s the way it must be. In the midst of my suffering, bottom on fire, sobbing, begging for mercy but receiving none, I’m touched by a moment of clarity that this is the real me. A very submissive obedient sissy who must submit to and be punished by this exquisite, extraordinary, beautiful woman who completely understands me on the deepest level.
Next morning my bottom still feels like an electric fire with a broken off switch. But I’m still immersed in sub space and I know I’ll be summoned to Mistress V again in a short time. No escape. No excuses. Report obediently to her for my sentence of pain ,obedience and humiliation to be administered. I fear it, I crave it. She totally controls it. And, for me, that’s the best mind-fuck ever.