March 22, 2011
Today is the day I will meet Domme Fiona...to say I am excited is an understatement! I have been absent from BDSM for about 3 years now, and I have no clue how I will fair. This will be an exploratory session to discover my current level of play.
I will be leaving work around 10:30, and should arrive at her dungeon around 11:00 am this morning.
I just got back to the office...it's almost 2pm...
That was without exception the most complete ball busting session of my life! And after 3 years of inactivity that is saying a LOT!!!!!!
I have forgotten just how thoroughly exhausting a session like that can be!!
My knees and elbows are rug burned from the extensive time I spent on the ground! Where to begin?
I arrived at the complex, a few minutes early, and called her on my cell...to get the gate code and appt number...such a voice! Her British accent was music to my ears!
I entered the apartment gate, and knocked on the door...it opened to and the voice from heaven said "Welcome Pete! Come in!"
I entered the apartment, and my eyes fell upon her lovely body! She was clad in a very dark blue or black robe that covered her to mid thigh, she was wearing high heals, and easily stood 6'2", her photos on her site do not give credit to her beauty! A vision of heaven! And those deep blue eyes, penetrating; and a lovely kinky smile was totally captivating. She stepped back and sat in a computer chair and closed her laptop, "Come in and get comfortable, darling, let me lock the door. I want NO interruptions for what I have planned to do to you today!" She said.
I came in and sat on the couch, as she threw the two deadbolts on the door, and began pealing out of my clothes. I a moment I was naked before her and kneeling at her feet. She lifted her left leg and placed her foot into my hands...I began kissing her shoe, my hands massaging her foot, but mostly her calf. I kissed every inch of her foot and even licked the bottom of her shoe clean, and then lifted the other foot and repeated the process as we chit-chatted back and forth getting to know one another.
When I finished she ordered me to remove her shoe, to which I began kissing, and sucking on her toes, once more kissing every inch of exposed skin several times, my hands alternating between massaging her calf and her foot.
"God that feels good!" She sighed, "Don't stop!"
I didn't. I repeated my loving of her feet a second and then third time, as we discussed a great many things..talking about the upcoming session, and previous sessions I have had.
"Enough of this!" She said in that wonderful accent!
"Just how much time to you have today, Pete?" She asked.
"Well, I absolutely must be leaving back to the office by 12:30" I replied.
"What? 12:30? That simply won't do...I insist you stay until 2:30!' She replied.
"How about 1:30? I believe my calendar is clear today...being Tuesday and all." I replied
"Hmmmm....I have a surprise planned and you really need to be here til 2:30; but let me see what I can do." She picked up her cell and sent a couple text messages. as I continued my care for her lovely feet with their red nail polish.
"I think 1:30 will work." She said finally.
I was a little worried, no realizing that this surprise involves another person, remembering back to the two or three Gauntlets I had thrown down before her in our Many email exchanges over the past few weeks! There were two that stood out in my mind, one being made to "code" repeatedly in session, and then there was the one I dropped last Friday, a day I was too horny for emails and yet couldn't help myself I admitted to her that "one day" I wanted to be beaten so deeply into submission as to be made to suck cock...Somehow I knew this was her possible intention!
"You know," I began, "being *made* to suck cock is on my *some day* list, not really on my today list!" I squeaked.
"Are you telling ME, your mistress, what you are or are not going to do?" She said rather perturbed.
"No...only clarifying an email I previously sent you, that I am now somewhat regretting having done so. Today, we have so may new things to explore, the fact that I have not played in over 3 years, and you and I being *new* to each other, I was hoping we could focus on those for today..." I back pedaled.
"Well who said anything about you sucking cock? it could be that he will be here to suck your cock!"
"I hadn't thought of that!" I replied, "It would be my second in my whole life if that was true!"
"Interesting, Now Come into my dungeon!" She said pulling her foot from my mouth and standing up and spinning about, me catching a glimpse of her red panties, and firm cheeks as she did so.
"Yes Ma'am!" I replied standing up and following behind her like a puppy.
We entered the Dungeon, a converted apartment bedroom, the primary piece of furniture being a bondage table sitting in the room, a couple shelving units up against the walls filled with lots and lots of various BDSM implements, upon the wall hung numerous other implements, floggers, etc. Also screwed into the wall were four eye bolts designed to secure her subjects much like an St. Andrew's Cross...There was a whole bunch of stuff neatly displayed about the room, with easy access to for usage.
It is a lovely dungeon!
She had been charging her camera for some photos of our session, should everything go as I had hoped! She set it down on the table, and turned to me removing her robe...
OMG! My eyes almost popped out of my head at the site of this woman! I know a slave should never look upon his Mistress as I did that instant...She was breadth taking, wearing a red laced bra, which barely covered her massive breasts, and a pair of red laced panties...I dropped to my knees before her...more of a worship.
"Oh My!" I sighed.
She simply smiled, that sadistic lovely erotic smile of hers.
"So where should we start?" She asked in that wonderful accent.
This being her first time playing with, what we both hoped was going to be, a heavy ball busting masochist...She had asked me to teach her the ropes...so to speak.
"Well up front its important to gage your subject's pain limits, something we will return to often." I began, "to do that, I will first properly bind them for play".
She had previously gotten out a bunch of ropes of various lengths and thicknesses. I select a good piece of 1/4 inch nylon, about 8 feet in length and bound my balls as she watched and took mental notes...separating the rope in half, and making one loop about my cock and balls, and then pulling it forward putting a knot about just my testicles below my penis, then winding it up my penis and tying behind my back pinning my penis to my stomach and thrusting the testicles forward.
"This method of tying the testicles, not only prevents them for play, but even more importantly prevents the testicles from becoming pinned against he public during an impact causing damage to them!"
"Very nice..." She said looking me over and examining the simple harnessing..."Lets get a photo of that; up against the wall!" She pulled out the camera and snapped our first photo.
"So, now that I am ready for beating, you'll need to gage your subjects actual strength in ball busting and CBT...this is simply done by taking hold of the testicles and begin to crush them to find his breaking point."
"Pete, you know I am a masseuse?"
A Wicked Masochistic grin cracked my face..."Why, Yes! Yes I do....lets see just how strong your hands are, shall we?"
She took hold of my balls and began rolling them around in her hands then began crushing them; slowly at first and then began warping up the pressure. Seeing that her efforts were not exactly getting the response she was used too, she then twisted my balls rotating them 180 degrees increasing the pressure 10 fold, then began pressing her thumbs into them....my knees began to give way...and my breathing increased.
"This is something...." a spike of pain hit me...causing my air to stop....as she adjusted her grip to add even more pressure..."that gives you a gage on where a sub is in the ball busting process...the more beaten and bruised his balls become...the less...."....her pressure spiked again cutting off my air for speech...
"What's wrong Pete?" She asked her eyes flashing sadistically and erotically.
"God! that feels good!" I coughed and my knees weekend further...
"As you were saying?" She asked....
"The...less pressure it will take to produce the same results....in......." My knees gave way and I fell to the floor...I placed my hands on her shoulders and focused on relaxing the tensed muscles not allowing the pain waives to flow away from my testicles...
"And my goal is to make you code...." she increased the pressure even more
"Yes! But...."
"But what Pete? What is wrong?
