Mistress Alyssa had to go and visit some friends out of town and She wanted me to spend time with another Mistress to learn and to grow. Mistress Alyssa had me meet another Domme at a very fancy restaurant on the edge of town. She had arranged for me to spend the evening with the beautiful Miss Holly, a good friend of Hers from school.
After dinner W/we went to the beautiful place in which Miss Holly lives, and descended a stair that leads to a small, efficiently furnished dungeon.
The room was well heated, full of fragrant perfumes, with cushions, candles dimly lighting it all, incenses, an abundant variety of whips, floggers, canes, paddles, hard stems of plants; its low ceiling was all covered with mirrors. There were also many ropes, stools, clean towels, sterile gloves, lubricants - and a beautiful leather sling, black as night. In the middle of the room there was a slender column, with a high stool close to it. A modern cassette desk completed the furniture.
Miss Holly told me, Her voice sweet and musical: "Sit down, please. I want to speak with you. Yesterday W/we were all excited for your arrival, and W/we had no time to communicate and negotiate. I would like to have as much information as possible from you, in order to make this night pleasant and enjoyable for both of U/us." I smiled and caressed Her hands, then answered: "Certainly, Miss Holly."
"First of all, Alyssa and i never played with excrements, because it's at least somewhat risky and W/we are not interested at all in them..." Miss Holly smiled: "I agree with both of Y/you! Go on, darling..." I continued: "Last, but not least, any cutting or burning is a torture for me. I like to be whipped, bitten, slapped and so on, but cutting or burning me is really pushing my limits... as it is to whip severely my back." Miss Holly embraced me and said: "About safe words: I prefer your delicious *yes, yes, yes* to green. Anyway, yellow and red are perfect. I like communication, both verbal and non-verbal. Now are you all right? Do you need to go to the toilet? Do you need some water?" I answered: "Thanks, my love, but all is perfect with me."
Miss Holly, moving beautifully, now made an offer to the Goddess. I saw Her perfect gestures, the long black gown of tender silk sweet on Her luscious body, and in Her mouth the beautiful barbell sign of Her tongue piercing. She was really *Mistress*, holy priestess and prophetess, and I longed to be Her Sacrifice...
At this point she put on the music of "Pink Floyd" and told me to choose a comfortable position. I knelt with my belly on a stool, my hands in front of me, my hair obscuring my sight. "anna, She told me - remember! I desire communication from you. If there is something wrong you must inform Me immediately. I love you, My beautiful one!"
"Yes, my Mistress. I love you, my Mistress."
She began to lash me with Her "fire" whip - this was a wonderful toy, very light, very soft, and very burning at the same time. Miss Holly gave me a long, sweet, dreamy warm-up. She used Her whip following splendidly the time of the music, and I felt endorphins flowing in my veins as a hot river. There was music, there was pleasure, and a light, tingling pain full of sweetness and excitement. The blows fell on my back and on my buttocks, a delicious rain, full of energy, and magic and sacred spirits.
Miss Holly was as if lost in a trance, while i was taking off on wings of pure delight. Slowly, but steadily, the rhythm and the strength of the lashes increased. She was very skillful, an artist of the whip. Now the blows were concentrated on my back: I felt the spots she was hitting as hot channels of raw, purified energy, as silvery brooks of liquid fire, and in my ecstasy and suffering i began to scream. How wonderful to be in a dungeon where i knew i could scream my lungs off, without having to keep it in at all!!!
i screamed and screamed, warm tears filling my half-closed eyes. Miss Holly dried my tears, then offered me a sip of water. She tenderly stroked my hair, and then she continued the whipping. The lashes now kissed fiercely both of my shoulders. i cried, i wept, feeling the pain engulfing me, feeling my sinews aching terribly. i was happy - happy and satisfied. It was a way of pushing my limits, and i immensely enjoyed that.
When, rarely, She hit me on my buttocks, just as strong as She was doing on my shoulders, the difference of pain for me was incredible. For my bottom the suffering was only of medium strength, for my shoulders it was almost unbearable. Miss Holly continued, one with the music, one with the whip, one with the Goddess. I offered myself completely, screaming, weeping, and crying out: "Yes, yes, yes! i give my pain to you, i offer it all to you, to you, Miss Holly, AAAAAH!" - and, after that, i was without words, just screams and tears.
Miss Holly increased the force of the lashes until they reached a wonderful climax, and, with a last powerful rain of blows, the whipping was finished. i continued to scream for a long time afterwards, before the screams turned back into moans and whimpers.
Then She helped me to change position, and W/we sat together, embracing, O/our souls moved beyond words. i asked Her for a little more light, to see my marks. She examined my back, and then: "Wow! You have a lot of marks! It's incredible for Me to see you marked in this way! with so light a whip! You are so sensitive, My adorable miss "yes, yes, yes"!".
