Feel like I’m spamming the forum lately with all these posts. Hope you don’t mind one more. A few months ago, I had an amazing double with https://www.mistresstrinitynyc.com/ and https://www.missroxannenyc.com/

Even after some time had passed, just couldn’t get the end of the session out of my head - so wrote it up. Hope you enjoy.



It was towards the end of our session, to say I was beat down would be an understatement.  I was laying on my back, legs tied at the ankles and also tightly around my thighs, preventing me from closing them in the slightest.  Mistress Trinity stood between my legs.

“Ask me to kick you in the balls” she said “and then we’re done” she added.  I complied, a hard kick followed. My body quivered, I was thankful though that the kicks were over. She still stood between my legs, “Now ask me to kick you as hard as I can”.  I hesitated, I was terrified but there was no choice. I heard the words “Please Mistress kick me as hard as you can” come from my mouth in a very soft, broken voice. She did not hesitate at all, her foot drew back and like lightning shot forward slamming into me. It was devastating. I tried to curl up but the ropes held me in place. I just squirmed around trying desperately to fold my body around itself. My guts were on fire, it felt as if some unseen hand was inside my body crushing them. 

I was vaguely aware that she now held a vibrator up to me. I felt nothing from it, the pain was still overwhelming me. After a minute or two I could feel the pain starting to subside and the feeling of pleasure creeping in. The two sensations were overlapped, impossible to tell where one ended and one began. Soon the sensation tipped to pleasure, I let out a moan.  With that, Mistress Roxanne stepped forward and grabbed my balls. She started lightly at first, but as my pleasure intensified, her grip tightened.  I could feel my balls being crushed harder and harder and I let out a few “fuck my balls, oh God my balls” - but I couldn’t fight the pleasure from the vibrator. Despite the pain, eventually it reached a crescendo and I went over the edge.

It took a while to begin to come back to reality. I’m confident if someone asked me my name in that moment I wouldn’t have known it. I was barely able to stand and walked wobbly into the front room. I sat in the chair, we talked. I was borderline incoherent. Unable to express how I was feeling or thoughts from the session. After 10 minutes or so, I was coherent enough to venture out into the city. Already beginning to dream of my return….