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Mistress V
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Mistress V.
by Suki
I played the other night. No, play is not a good enough term. It comes
no where near the experience. I _bottomed_/_submitted_ to one of the
_best_ Dominatrix I've ever met. Mistress V.
Originally I went over to her house for dinner. I had not expected
anything, except possibly teasing and cuddling with her and her
husband/slave who is also a wonderful sweetie.
Dinner went beautifully, and then the men in the house (her S.O. and a
visiting friend) departed to the computer room. Mistress V. and I wandered
into the den, which was warm and comfortable. The room glowed with
candlelight while we sat and talked. We had scened before in public, but
this was the first time we had ever been together in private. I think my
body was already ahead of my mind remembering her. Or maybe the room
was just _very_ warm. *grin* We sat Indian style on the plush carpet and I
stared into her warm brown eyes as we talked.
She is beautiful. Mid 30's and still looking as mid 20's, with long
straight brown hair and a gorgeous smile. Her body is slender and
curvacious and her skin is soft and silky. And despite her complaints, she
does _not_ need to lose weight!
*sigh* Ok, back to the den..... At some point in our discussion the
conversation flagged. I could feel the vibes between us increasing in
intensity and I leaned over to put my head in her lap. She caught my head by
the hair tightly, and stopped it from going any lower. Pulling my head back
up she kissed me softly on the lips and then took up a black scarf that had
been in her lap. Gently, she blindfolded me and then pulled me up into
standing position. She kept my hand in hers. Then she lead me upstairs,
taking me the long way to make sure the men knew what she was doing, and
into (what I assumed was) her bedroom.
Once in the bedroom she ordered me to take off my sweat shirt. Then
she stripped off the catsuit I was wearing, leaving me in a bra and matching
underwear. And I was left standing, blindfolded in the middle of the room. I
heard Mistress V. moving around the room. She was humming softly to
herself and occasionally would whisper a teasing comment in my direction.
My mind wandered and wondered what she was doing.....
Now when I said Mistress V. was incredible, I didn't just mean her
face and body. Not only does she have incredible skill in topping but her
attitude as a Dominatrix is perfect. I consider myself an uppity bottom, and
those who have seen me bottom would probably agree. I not only have the
tendency to tease a top during the middle of a scene but I also try to
sometimes get away with topping from the bottom. *grin*
It is not like that with Mistress V. Her attitude, her presence, her
style- make me want to submit to her. She brings out the side of me that
wants to be the perfect submissive. To give myself to her entirely. To take
lessons and learn how to please her. To please myself by being the perfect
submissive.
Anyway, there is a strong psychological impact to be standing in the
middle of an unfamiliar room, blindfolded yet unfettered and having to keep
still. Not knowing what to do with my hands I found myself clasping them
together in front of me. In retrospect, had I had more experience submitting
I would have known I should either put them behind my back or behind my
head. Hindsight is always 20/20.
Finally I felt her warm hands on my shoulders guiding me forward.
She pushed me sitting into a chair, letting me know that this was her
absolutely favorite chair. I soon learned why. As I was seated I felt the
chair move a little. A rocking chair. One of the old fashioned wooden chairs
with long runners and arm rests. Mistress V. had put two pillows down on it
to pad my bottom and back from the wood. I later learned that the pillows
also allowed me to slide forward as my body unconsciously moved to receive
the kiss of the whip.
She secured my wrists and arms to each of the rests and then tied my
legs apart to each side of the chair. Then Mistress V. demonstrated just
how long the runners were, as I found myself tilted so far back in the chair
that my back was horizontal to the floor. She paused and kissed me,
possessively this time with a passion that made me feel instantly as if I
_belonged_ to her.
The chair rocked forward again and she tied two more cords around
me, one above and one below my breasts. I had never been so securely tied.
I told her so as she wound another cord from between my feet to my wrists
through the cords around my chest, pulling tight the last bit of slack
between the roes. It felt good. Very good. Secure. Cared for. Physically I
was bound, but emotionally I felt free, and I knew by then that I would have
done anything she wished.
I felt her fingers, then her mouth on my breasts. I arched as much as I
could toward her. Then a sharp piercing pain attached to my nipple followed
by a similar sensation on the other nipple. Clamps. With a chain between
them that she attached to the cords the bound me, pulling the chain taught. I
was moaning softly, and then she began to rock the chair. Slowly....and then
farther and farther back and forward. I felt my spirit fly higher.
The rest of the scene was sensational, but it was so extrodenary and I
was so far gone I can't even begin to describe it to you. Besides, I wouldn't
want to kiss and tell. *grin*
Thank you, Mistress V. for the experience and the love. Thank you for
opening the door to something magical and wonderful. Thank you for the
scene.
Love,
Suki
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