The following is a true story of my first visit to a BDSM dungeon. I have concealed the identities of the two people involved for obvious reasons.
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I have always had a thing for being sexually dominated by a beautiful woman, maybe it is because in all other facets of my life, I am almost always the dominant one. Regardless, nothing excites me more. But I had never been to a dungeon to experience a professional dominatrix until a few years ago, when I decided to take the plunge.
After doing some internet research, I found a dominatrix that worked at a dungeon not far from me. She was perfect: beautiful, blonde, looked severe, and her website had more than enough fetishes to really get my blood flowing. So I emailed her and booked a session the following week.
On the appointed day, I drove to her dungeon and parked as I had been instructed, and then texted, and she gave me instructions on how to enter the dungeon. It was the middle of the day, and the building was unmarked and discrete, but as I stood at the door waiting for someone to open it, I was certain everyone was watching me, knowing what I was about to do. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and I was ushered into the foyer, and I first was introduced to my mistress, Mary.
She was at least as beautiful as her photographs, long platinum blonde hair, very full breasts, nice curves, porcelain skin. She was wearing a hoodie and cut off shorts, but I could tell she was mesmerizingly beautiful!
Mistress Mary introduced herself, shook my hand, and showed me into a room off of the foyer. As we entered the room, I was greeted with a full array of dungeon implements: a St. Andrews Cross, a spanking horse, a ceiling-mounted winch, a leather swing, and the walls were covered with a dazzling array of various ropes and implements of torture. As I admired the equipment and pondered the possibility, Mistress Mary's demeanor quickly changed, and she barked at me that I was to strip completely naked and kneel in the middle of the room. With those instructions, she turned and walked out of the room.
My mind racing, I quickly complied, stripping off all of my clothes and hanging them on the hooks on the wall by the door, then taking a place kneeling on the floor as instructed.
I kneeled in the room for several minutes, and could hear shoes walking back and forth in the hall outside, as well as women talking and laughing, but I was unable to understand anything through the door.
Then, suddenly, the door swung open, and there stood Mistress Mary in full dominatrix regalia: she was wearing a tight black leather corset that only served to enhance her ample breasts, red silk panties that hugged her shapely ass, thigh high stockings wrapped in knee-high black leather high heel boots, and long shiny red gloves that came to her elbows. She was a vision!
She walked into the room, and slapped me across the face, and admonished me for ogling her with my eyes. She informed me I should look down, and only look at her if spoken to. I replied "yes mistress" and quickly looked down. Denied the sight of this goddess in my presence, I could only hear her footsteps and smell her perfume.
She was walking around behind me where I wasn't even able to see her feet, so I didn't know what was next. After a few minutes, she grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back, and then placed a dog collar around my neck and buckled it. She then placed a blindfold over my eyes, telling me that was to ensure I didn't try to "eye fuck" her. I was now completely enveloped in silence, which only heightened my sensitivity to the sounds in the room and her scent.
She grabbed the ring on my collar and tugged, telling me to stand. As I did, she took each wrist and attached a snug leather cuff, and then I could feel her attach cuffs to my ankles as well. With that, she grabbed the ring again, and clipped a leash to it, and began to guide me slowly across the room. She stopped, and told me to turn around. As I did, she firmly placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back until I came in contact with a padded vertical surface. Then Mistress took my hands and raised them and then clipped each over my head, and then she spread my feet apart, and clipped each as well. I realized I was now bound spread eagle on her St. Andrew's Cross, and was completely immobile and at her mercy.
I heard the click of her heels on the floor as she circled me and admired her handiwork. Suddenly, I could feel her warm breath on my neck and could smell her close by. She whispered in my ear "you belong to me now slave", and then reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking it slightly to ensure I was fully engorged. I moaned in pleasure at this contact, but before I could enjoy it too much, I felt her take a cord and wrap it tightly around the base of my balls. She pulled my scrotum down, and wound the cord several times around the base, holding my balls well away from my body. Then she took the cord and wrapped it several times around the base of my cock before tying it tightly in place. I yelped in pain, but the sensation of the cord was unbelievable. Mistress leaned in and whispered in my ear again "this is to keep MY cock nice and hard during our session." I had no complaints, not that she probably would have cared if I had.