Well…… really where the hell do I start?

Being a rubber and fetish enthusiast I had the desire to serve someone special, not your average run of the mill escort who only believed domination involved wearing tights and high heels - nor did it involve kicking seven bells out of me & screaming at the top of her voice!

I needed to meet someone with a true understanding of domination and servitude and my kinky path led me straight to Lady Bellatrix. Over a period of a couple of weeks I was able to correspond and Web-Cam with her slowly building an understanding of what truly to expect if I was ever lucky enough to be kneeling in her presence!

So the day arrived and everything I desired from my first meeting was delivered and then some! Once inside her house, I was made to feel very comfortable - from the outside you could never tell what pleasure and torment lay behind these closed doors! Being a total rubber slut naturally my session revolved around rubber play, but not before Mistress laid down the law, enforcing in her own way who was the boss! Make no mistake it was clear - don’t even consider topping from the bottom you’ll come unstuck FAST!

During the session the balance of pain and pleasure was pitched perfectly, not knowing what to expect next. Just how it should be. Once suitably inspected I was lucky enough to be given the privilege of shinning Mistress’s Cat-suit but not before being made to beg for it & I mean beg! This was an honour in its self and worthy of the Tribute alone! Once suitable shinned, the session moved at pace - before I could gain my thoughts I was hooded and strapped into a heavy rubber sleep sack. I was now powerless. Restricted, my senses removed I was unsure what to expect. Torment! Pure and simple, my nipples, cock & balls suitable abused, my breath restricted, be very careful what you wish for!

Once Lady Bellatrix could see I was suitably exhausted I was allowed a minute or two to compose my thoughts before the second half of the session took place. I was lead from the downstairs of the house still with my latex hood on, still in darkness & taken to an upstairs play room.

At this point I was thinking I’d rather have stayed in the bag – at least I knew what to expect! Prior to meeting I had listed all my experiences and in my mind I was unsure what to expect, my head was scramble, some might even say it was fucked! Walking in to the room I was steered to a bench, my heart sank knowing what punishment lay ahead, but still unsure to what degree? Well….. I was flogged and every stroke stronger than the last, I could feel my cheeks glowing and trying in vain to remain still as not to upset my Mistress. Fail !
Once the flogging stopped there was an uneasy silence, my head was spinning and before I could stop shaking I felt Mistresses Strap-on plunge into my arse - only a fool would deny that the pain far out weights the pleasure! What can I add again I was suitable abuse but thinking that this was her last act only imagining that time had escaped us, I was in for one last treat, well not for me at least! I’ll leave it simply, I was violated by her fist – maybe I shouldn’t have disclosed that as one of my experiences I only have myself to blame!

Will I return again for more torment?? Wild horses won’t keep me away