Looking back at dungeon sessions I never started out completely naked in front of the Mistress. With my roleplay of being the "captured" or sub/deviant Tarzan, Mistress would have me strip out of my street clothes (knowing I had my jungle print thong on) and had me flex for her or just stand there, while she commented on my physique. Some pinched, others slapped my ass... taking the Alpha role while Tarzan became nothing but a piece of meat or eye candy. After that, the "fun" would begin.

Two memorable sessions near Wall Street in the early 2000s was in a small dungeon. A reception area, two playrooms and a separate office for the head Mistress. I visited a Mistress V, who came from SF, a tall and big, busty blonde with short hair, who had to be 200 lbs. and more clad in black leather boots and matching bustier. Very imposing. We talked on the phone so she knew what I wanted and the session, on a Saturday afternoon, basically started in the reception area as soon as I walked in. She ordered me to strip immediately to my thong. I posed and was then ordered to sit on the floor licking her boots, asking me questions about the session.

The woman who cleans the dungeon came in during the middle of this and was not completely surprised. I was told to stand up, say hello, and the Mistress bragged how I looked. After that I was brought into one of the playrooms, my arms chained above me on a hoist and the Mistress said, "I'll be right back." The Head Mistress came in saying, "Look what we have here!" and the both of them talked to each other about me as if I wasn't there. After a few minutes the Head Mistress addressed me as she removed my thong, saying, "You won't need THAT anymore," and left me to Mistress V. By that point I was in deeeep subspace. LOL!