Part 4 of a series of writings by a ‘special friend’-. - A new Mistress
My ascent into kink and BDSM has allowed me to experience feelings that the majority of people I know will never have achieved.
Subspace is wonderful, where my mind is on a different level and what is being done to me only increases the floating feeling. Unfortunately it does not happen often enough although I may now have found a different way of the out of body experience through tantra techniques. Time will tell. Even though I do not get into the out of body feeling often the other feelings I experience are much deeper than regular feelings of happiness or vanilla sex climaxes. In reality I do not feel the need to climax in a session as it is not the reason for me being there.
The first experience of BDSM was a Mistress in South Africa. I was extremely nervous when I first visited and she knew instantly I was a newby. Putting me at ease I stripped and stood before her. She inspected me and then decided on just what she was going to do. She put half a dozen pegs on my balls and then distracted me with nipple clamps. She kept talking to me and circling round and the next thing I knew was tremendous pain in my groin where she had ripped the pegs off. I had not seen the string through them when she attached them. Through the pain I heard her ask “and what do you say?” to which I replied “thank you Mistress”. When this happened to me many years later I was ready for the ripping off but it still hurt just the same.
Also in the session she gave me my first caning experience. I was terrified of the pain to come but it was not the ordeal I expected. In fact I wanted more but other things awaited me. One was the use of a blow up doll that I had to have sex in all holes with. I must say it did nothing for me then but true to my mantra - I will try anything twice if I did not like it the first time - I have since had some very horny, hilarious and great times with dolls.
'The things I look for in a Mistress - a sense of humour that can be used in our sessions'
Which reminds me of one of the things I look for in a Mistress - a sense of humour that can be used in our sessions. I have had some really funny situations for example when I was fucking Melony (our name for the fruit we were using) and the mouth part split. She must have quite a splitting headache now said Mistress and we both burst out laughing. For me it is important to include all our senses and different moods.
In an earlier story I said that I had met two lovely young Mistresses and I started to see one of them in particular for regular sessions. The other was heavily into spanking and it took me a while to really get into that scene but eventually I did. The Mistress who I saw regularly is the one who knew me best in terms of pushing my boundaries and understanding my needs. When the relationship ended I was very unhappy and have struggled since to find anyone who could give me the equivalent understanding. I have not therefore seen anyone on a regular basis until the last couple of years when I have found someone who is different for me and provides great challenges and new opportunities. I like to think we are both learning from it.
Anyway the first relationship started in a pub the first night I went there and stayed the same until she said they had obtained a property where both Mistresses would work from. She asked me to maid for her at the opening. I felt very honoured but nervous as I had never done that before. Anyway she whisked me off to London in male mode to buy an outfit for me. We bought most of it at Honour where I had to try everything on in the shop and parade myself around it. A bit embarrassing but I was quickly coming to the conclusion that I was a secret exhibitonist and Lisa was going to give me the outlet to explore this.
After our shopping we had a drink in a pub and Mistress told me to go to the toilet and put the butt plug in that she had just bought and to keep it in until we got back from the train journey. I was immediately self conscious but of course no one knew other than her and me.
The day of the opening was one long high for me and I did get disciplined a couple of times for not knowing my place. This made me sad and upset that I had failed my Mistress. However it was quickly forgotten. My role for the day was to greet people dressed in my french maids outfit along with stockings, heels and suspenders. Then to serve drinks and food, wash up and ensure that people were looked after. I was also allowed to partake of activities but only if I asked permission first and that it did not interfere with my main duties.
I was caned a few times and one lady took a particular liking to my bum and wanted to take me home with her. I was also given some training on how to put a condom on a cock with my mouth and the Mistress supervising me said she could make a lot of money pimping me out in London if I was ever interested. I also saw at first hand what a spanking party involved and it was very intense.
The day eventually ended and was I glad to get my heels off. The day had been a success for both Mistresses and I was pleased that I had made a contribution. After that day I visited her at the house regularly for all sorts of activities, some of which I will recount in another part of my journey.
Written by a Special Visitor…
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