Had an absolutely wonderful session recently with Miss Kay Lynx of The Goddess Girls in Pompano Beach. https://www.thegoddessgirls.com/kaylynx Session focused mostly on ballbusting, cbt, and tease/denial (my faves). I wrote this more as a cathartic exercise after the session, but thought I’d share here. Highly recommend seeing her, if you’re in the area.

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You took charge as soon as I stepped through the door, grabbing my hand and leading me in. The space was amazing, white, bright, modern, sleek, stylish. The room's intent was obvious with the St Andrew's cross, the CBT chair, whips, paddles, and a display case of metal chastity cages. It was strangely warm, inviting and dangerous at the same time.

You ordered me to strip, teasing me about how cute my boxers were before you had me remove them. Locking my clothes in a glass case so I knew they were there but they were in your control. I was nervous, chatty, rambling. You told me to kneel. You reviewed your rules, using clothespins to insure you had my attention.

We went to the St Andrew's cross. I was astonished by how solid it was and secure. You bound my feet and arms to it. Without a word, you attached a spreader bar between my legs. I was completely helpless, legs spread and I knew shit was about to get real. You started relatively slow. Squeezes, slaps, enough pain that I was aware of it but all very light. You caressed me. I felt warm, comforted, excited, pleased with your attention. I was breathing heavy, struggling to focus. The intensity increased a bit. You pressed your knee up into me, crushing and grinding your knee into my balls. I moaned, now very aware of the pain. You stepped back and launched a very hard kick directly between my legs. You didn't say a word but maintained eye contact as the kick landed. My world exploded in pain. My body tried to crumble wanting to drop to the ground, curl up in a ball and protect myself but was held upright, exposed and at your mercy. You beamed, delighted with the effect. That was the end for me, any resistance I had was gone, any thoughts of my own were gone. You owned me, I knew it and I knew you knew it. You grabbed and squeezed, hard. The hardest I've ever been squeezed. I cried out. The pain was debilitating, I tried to focus. You started counting down from 5. When you let go, I was overcome with gratitude profusely thanking you.

After a bit more, you took me off the cross broken and defeated. I knelt. You tied my balls to the table behind me. You had me crawl forward. You sat on a chair just out of reach. You commanded me to crawl to you. Every step forward stretched me. I was moaning in pain, whimpering. I stretched forward to worship you as I cried out from the stretching. You reached down, squeezing, clawing me. I was in agony but determined not to fail you as I stretched out to reach you with my balls still firmly tied to the table. In agony I worshipped you until you released me.

We moved to the cbt chair. Restrained, helpless in the chair you pounded your bare feet into me over and over. Awash with pain but in awe of you, I sat as you alternated teasing me with kicking me. I lost all sense of myself, time, everything. Unable to separate pain from pleasure. Just a toy at your disposal.

You were patient with me as I slowly came out of my deep head space. We chatted, you gave me a tour of the rest of the dungeon. I dressed and drove home on cloud 9 the whole drive daydreaming about next time. An amazing time. I can not wait to return!!

A well written review, almost literary.

Which city is she in?

Pompano Beach. Basically Ft Lauderdale. 45 mins or so north of Miami.

Seriously????

What a beautiful review! One of the best I've read.