A couple weeks went by after my visit to the Pleasure Palace. I was trying to save enough money to make another visit. My brother called me and encouraged me to return there.
"They have a new category called "female domination", and I know you're really into that," he said.
"Are you going back?" I asked.
"I've been there twice since you and I first visited. Since my wife won't give me a blowjob, I'm going to hit the Pleasure Palace at least once a week. Those girls love to swallow!"
It only took one more paycheck for me to delegate some cash to visit the Pleasure Palace again. When I went inside, I noticed the sign for the new section; "Femdom area - no BDSM."
Unlike the last visit, I didn't get to select the woman of my choice; I was assigned to the next available "domme". Before I paid the fee, I had to fill out a "file", with particulars or restrictions. I wrote "no pain, no armpits or feet, otherwise anything and everything oral," and then the receptionist took me to the special room for the session.
"Undress and leave your clothes by the door. Mistress Jade will be in shortly. Do not speak unless she tells you to; nod or shake your head to answer her questions. If you utter your safe word, "Parisian," the session will immediately end and she will leave."
As I sat naked on a small narrow bench, I had plenty of time to look around and take in my surroundings. There were hand cuffs hanging on the wall, several blindfolds, ropes and various glass containers and other things on a table.
When she walked in, I could not believe my eyes. She was tall with long dark hair, and her face was beautiful. She wore a black lacy bra that barely contained her huge breasts. She had on heels and black silk stockings up to her thighs, and matching black silk panties.
She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to lie on the bench. This was similar to the bench I was on in the face sitting section. This bench had short hand cuffs on the sides of the bench, which she used to immobilize my hands.
Similar cuffs were on the legs of the bench. Once she had secured them, my legs were bent over the edge. Being on the end of the bench, my genitals were exposed and vulnerable.
As though it were prearranged, she went to the table and brought back a round glass bowl and what appeared to be a roll of duct tape. She set the bowl down on my stomach and stepped out of her panties.
She took the bowl in her hands, then straddled me. She stood just in front of my head and put the bowl under her.
"I've been drinking a lot of water today, so this won't be as strong as you would probably want it."
I watched as she held the glass bowl right over my face and pissed into it. When she was done, she reached down and retrieved her panties. She dropped them into the glass bowl.
"Open."
I knew what was next, and I decided to end the session.
"Parmesan," I said, but she didn't move.
"Open."
