This is a true account of my first session with a ProDome. Some of the details may be "fuzzy" a result of the intensity of the encounter... Thanks in advance for your patience...
PROLOGUE
I found Her on-line after searching for a real professional. My previous encounters had been at local "massage spa" where some of the attendants claimed to be experienced in bondage and SM. At best, they were trying to please. One day, while trolling Craigslist, I happened to see a posting by a "ProDomme" looking for some new clients. I replied and we struck up a bit of dialogue before agreeing to see Her. She told me her name was "Foxy Brown", and i was to address her as Mistress Foxy.
She gave me an address in a low-rise residential building and I arrived a bit early. When I texted her, she advised that she was on her way and would be there shortly. I waited patiently in the lobby for about 20 minutes, getting somewhat annoyed.
Finally, She came to fetch me and took me to the apartment. She went inside while I waited in the hall for a couple of minutes. Then she let me in and we sat down and she inquired as to my "experience" and expectations. We had a very frank discussion and she showed me around the place. She told me that it was rented by her and a friend for the sole purpose of BDSM activities. The "dining room" and single bedroom were outfitted with a massage table, kneeling bench, St. Andrew's cross and a rack containing straps, whips, gags, cuffs, etc. There were also shelves in the closet for dildoes, plugs and other toys and torture equipment. It appeared to be pretty well equipped.
THE SESSION
Mistress Foxy then took me back to the dining room where I was ordered to strip, fold my clothes neatly and lay down face up on the massage table. She brusquely told me to put my hands above my head and spread my legs, after which she quickly secured me with ropes to rings at the four corners of the table. My cock was standing straight up at attention until she slapped my balls and gruffly growled that I'd better lose "that fucking hard-on" fast if I wanted her to stop hurting my nuts.
I meekly responded "yes, Mistress Foxy.." and focused my thoughts on getting soft. It worked! but not before my balls were aching.
I heard her rip something behind me which turned out to be duct tape which she placed over my mouth before putting a zippered hood over my head. I was now completely immobilized, gagged and blindfolded. I had never felt so vulnerable before... But THAT was the point of my visit.
Over the time that I was strapped down to the table, Mistress Foxy used a variety of tortures that I had only read about (and fantasized about...). She started by pinching my nipples. It hurt and then she twisted them both very hard. The duct tape over my mouth prevented a scream, but I felt myself screaming nonetheless but the tape and hood muffled the sound.
I felt her hands moving down my chest and torso and she lightly brushed my stiffening cock as she massaged my inner thighs. I felt her finger on my asshole and she grabbed my balls and squeezed but not too hard. (Little did I know what was coming...)
I felt her dribble some massage oil on my cock, it was cool at first and she started stroking my rigid member. Interestingly, she stroked in only one direction, from the head to the base and I felt like that was designed to drive me crazy.
She bent down and whispered in my hooded ear "If you're very good today - I will let you cum, but you'll have to earn it by enduring my torture. I will take you to the limit of your tolerance and you can stop any time. But if you stop, I will send you away with a cage on your cock that will take you an hour to remove. If you prevail, you will have the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced."
Then she kissed my neck and nipples softly and I felt her place something in my bound left hand.
She continued "I have put a squeaky toy in your hand. If I hear a squeak, our session will end and you will find yourself untied and alone on the table. Your cock will be caged and you will be able to remove the hood and the duct tape yourself, get dressed and leave. I hope you don't squeeze it... for your sake..."
And with that I felt her put clamps on both of my nipples, and again I tried to scream. I raised my back off the table and she gently pushed me down and massaged by chest while I became accustomed to the agony. My breathing which had been rapid started to return to a normal rhythm as her hands returned to my cock.
She stroked it twice from head to base and then twice from base to head. I felt my cock become harder and harder. She stroked it three times from head to base while counting and then three times in the other direction also while counting. This pattern continued until she got to 10 strokes in each direction and by then my cock felt as hard as an oak tree branch.
I was beginning to feel the effects of being blindfolded by the hood and gagged. Sensory deprivation was something I had read about and this was certainly my first experience. What it was doing was focusing my attention on my rock hard cock and clamped nipples and little else.
And then, she grabbed my balls. I felt something very cold and hard envelope them and started to clench my fists to prepare for what I expected to be excruciating pain. I felt the rubber toy in my left hand and gasped (sort of a gasp since my mouth was duct taped...).
I froze in fear as I tried to refrain from squeezing the toy which would end the torment but bring on something possibly far worse. I clenched my right fist while leaving my left one slack around the toy.
I had no idea what she was doing to my balls, but it felt as though they were in a cylinder of some kind. Cold and hard. And then I felt my nuts being squeezed very slowly but deliberately. Oh my gawd, I thought - she's using a ball press! I had seen a picture of this torture device on a kink website but never expected to have it used on me!
The new pain in my groin alleviated the agony of my clamped nipples and she pressed my nuts until my breathing became rapid again and then stopped. I was thankful for that.
She asked me to squeak the toy once if I was OK and twice if I wanted to stop. I was obviously afraid and did nothing until she said "It's not a trick, just let me know if you're able to continue."
Continue, I thought ... Did that mean crushing my balls more or something else even more diabolical... But I certainly did not want to get thrown out on the street with a cage on my cock. So, reluctantly, I gave the toy a single squeeze.
"Thank you" she said "You are being such a good little victim and I appreciate it."
