A Night With A New Mistress

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"!".

Now She changed the music; I don't remember exactly what CD Miss Holly put on, but the perfect notes increased the trance W/we were living, caressing the spiritual skin of our consciousness. Miss Holly positioned me on the high stool close to the column; then She bound my wrists with a white rope, and picked up a number of clothespins. She put one of them on my left breast, kissing me fiercely, then She positioned three clothespins on Her own breasts.

Without even touching me at first, She began pinching and caressing Her own breast, and I - a delicious victim of such delicious magic - felt on my breasts the same pleasure and the same pain she enjoyed on Hers. After a while all the clothespins were removed, and Miss Holly began to pinch and to clench my belly, my flanks, my arms. Again I screamed "Yes, yes, yes", while red and blue bruises started to cover the sore spots. Long, ecstatic moments passed, and i offered myself to Miss Holly, the light and the power of the Goddess so pure and devastating in Her, a white flame of love and energy.

"anna - she told me, when again my screams changed to moans - I love you!" And She slapped my face, many times, sending to me exquisite waves of pleasure. Miss Holly then hit my marked and swollen thigh - the thigh Alyssa has bitten and clawed so heavily the night before. The blows were not that hard in themselves, but they hurt incredibly on my badly bruised flesh. Again i cried, new fresh tears streaming down my eyes, new fresh love flowing from my heart toward this splendid, magic woman.

Miss Holly played with my hair, with my breast, with my legs, bruising my body as a gifted sculptor moulds a statue. At the end she asked me: "anna, I want to know what you are feeling now, what pain you are experiencing..." I was still on that high stool, with my wrists bound, happy, sore, exhausted. "Miss Holly - i answered - my back is aching from Your whipping, my cheeks are hot from Your slapping, my arms, breast, belly and flanks hurt from Your clenching. My right thigh is all swollen, and You worked with your hands on the other one too... Miss Holly, i really believe the only parts of my body, which are not in pain, now are my feet! And i'm so happy, so one with you and with the Goddess..."

Miss Holly smiled, for a long time. Then She unbound me from the column, positioned me on the black leather sling, and bound me again, my legs completely opened and accessible. She put on gloves, used a lubricant, and began to caress my sex. "yes, yes, yes!" I cried, and: "Please, please, fist me!" Miss Holly laughed: "yes, yes, yes''! I will not fist you completely, but I will enter with three or four fingers..."

I saw O/our reflection on the mirrors of the ceiling: it was all very exciting! A young woman, Her rosy skin pierced and tattooed, bruised and marked, in a spread-eagled position, her blonde hair flowing, tears of pain and pleasure in her eyes, and another young woman, raven haired and beautiful, a pulsating solar cutting on Her, Her right hand partly inside the hot sex of Her slave...

Miss Holly gave me pleasure for hours, and i had many orgasms. But it was really Sex Magic: i felt our union with the Earth and with the Stars, i enjoyed the ecstasy of death and rebirth, i was with Alyssa, i was a green plant drinking the light of a new sun.

And then i knew, again i knew with a newborn consciousness, that all is One, and that our suffering on this planet has a purpose. In my happiness and my light i suddenly felt Miss Holly terrible anguish and spiritual pain, so strong and breath-taking that i spoke and asked Her: "my Mistress, my love, what's?..." She wept for many minutes, embracing me, without speaking, then unbound me, and: "W/we can sit on the cushions and talk".

i tried to go down from the sling, but my head immediately spun, my sight was partly obscured, and i said: "Please, i need some minutes of rest, i can't make a single step now."

my beloved answered: "you can remain on the sling..." And She told me many things, things I can't write here. Her atrocious suffering hit my soul with an astonishing power, and i cried with Her, W/we wept together, O/our tears mingling, sisters, lovers, friends on the path to the Goddess. Then She told me: "For all these reasons I have decided I am and I will be your Shaman, your guide, your friend, your lover, W/we'll do SM, and W/we'll switch, but I will not be... I will NOT be... speak of Alyssa to me, please, tell me what you feel for Her."

i looked at Miss Holly, sincerely surprised. i was sure she perfectly knew everything about the infinite love Alyssa and i shared and share... Anyway i obeyed: "Alyssa is my Mistress, my teacher, my companion, my tower of strength, She is One with me, our souls communicate even when our bodies are far... i know Her since many lives, i will be one with Her forever... to serve Her, to make Her happy is the purpose of my life. my heart would break immediately if... if..." And i wept, Miss Holly's pain a sword in my breast.

She too wept again, and said: "So I was and I am perfectly right: I will NOT be your Mistress in the sense Alyssa is your Lady and Mistress, the relationship you share is too wonderful and unique, and I will never do anything to... to ruin it, never! You serve me by serving in this unique way your Mistress, I love you both, you and Alyssa, wonderful people that you are..."

"i love you too, Miss Holly, i love you too..."

W/we spent in that dungeon almost five hours. Two sweet, intense women full of love went down there in the late evening, and two sweet, intense, but very different women, full of a deeper, bigger love, returned upstairs in the middle of the night. Thank You, Miss Holly, for the gift without price You gave me. Alyssa and i will never forget it, and W/we'll love you, forever.