I have been curious and driven to explore my sexuality. The more I read and the more I watched movies on the subject of female domination the more curious I became. From an early age I knew I had strong fetishes. While in high school, I discovered my grandmother's girdles and stockings. When I was home alone, I would wear them and masturbate to incredible orgasms. I had developed strong interests in all things shiny. I discovered the smell and feel of leather was an incredible turn on. I finally found my way to the world of latex and rubber and purchased my first items including an amazing black catsuit. The next step in my evolution was to seek out and experience the world of BDSM.
I can no longer remember where I became aware of Mistress Milliscent. It could have been in a local paper called the Stranger or it may have been an internet search, but I found my way to her. Her web site indicated "My dominance is my bliss and my art, and for my art I created a wonderful studio". How perfect this sounded. She claimed her playspace was the finest in Washington State. She claimed of herself to be "petite, beautiful and sexy" and "mysterious, demanding, and sensuous". Her self-description, coupled with her photos, a most beautiful woman was compelling. I had to contact her and start my exploration.
Email exchanges and a questionnaire of interest followed. The next step was simple, I made an appointment. On the agreed day and time, we met at a park-and-ride dear her studio in Snohomish County as directed. We speak. I am given instructions that I am to enter the studio, strip, kneel, keep my head and eyes down and await further instruction. I follow her to the studio. We enter.
I am given further instructions. She is to be called Mistress. I am not to speak unless given permission or asked a question. We establish a safe word in the event I choose not to continue with a particular activity. I do not touch her unless directed. If I fail to respond appropriately, I will be punished. She places a collar around my neck. It has a D-ring in which she places a leash. She then instructs me to stand and follow her. It is my first opportunity to see her. What I see is perfection, absolute perfection. She is wearing a black latex catsuit, a boned buckled latex corset, stunning thigh high shiny patent leather platform boots with very high heels, and latex opera gloves. She is a goddess, a mistress beyond anything I could have imagined or hoped for.
The studio is extremely well equipped. As I look around the room, I see a cage, a bondage horse, St. Andrews cross, a bed, racks of whips, floggers, and all other forms of instruments of pleasure and torture. Around the corner I see a bathtub. We are headed in that direction. She instructs me to enter the tub. She then positions herself above me, legs spread with my first glimpse of her golden-haired sex and proceeds to unleash a pleasant warm stream of pee onto my face and body. This is my first step into submission.
I am instructed to leave the tub and get on my hands and knees. She tugs the leash and I follow. I am cuffed to the cross. She puts a ball gag in my mouth. She takes a flogger and whips my chest. Suddenly I feel a pleasure pain in my nipples as she pinches them. They are now very sensitive. She attaches nipple clamps. It's as if I have received some form of an electrical shock in the way my body responds. She then proceeds to my cock and balls. She takes them into her gloved hands. My cock responds as it engorges with blood and becomes rock hard. The pleasure quickly changes as she begins to clamp clothes pins onto my cock and balls. One, then another, then another, five, ten. She admires her work and asks if she should continue. I can't speak with the ball gag so I nod positively. I want to please her. I want to be her obedient servant. Ten becomes, twenty and then twenty-five. She stops there as there is no more room for another. She pulls and tugs, pinches and slaps all over by body. I am alive and sensitive like I never have been before.