Mistress had arranged to visit me and had told me that our first meeting was to be special: I was to be naked and helpless in bondage before she even entered the house. I spent most of the day in a delirium of nervousness and excitement, trying to envisage what this would be like.
Eventually, I got the text saying that Mistress would arrive in 10 minutes, and so I prepared myself. When Mistress arrived, I was spread-eagled over the table, cuffed and naked except for a latex hood and ball-gag. I was immobile in darkness, but I heard the sound of the outside door opening as Mistress entered, and there was a short nerve-wracking delay as I heard her heels on the tiled floor outside the room. Then I heard her enter and walk over towards me. Without saying anything, she picked up one of the discipline instruments, a paddle I think, and gave me 10 strokes on each arse cheek, then left the room again.
Almost immediately, my anxiety about meeting this way evaporated, although it was replaced by a different sort of nervousness as I began to wonder what Mistress had planned. I had set out Mistress’s drinks etc in the room next door, and she spent a little time through there, relaxing from her trip. I waited in the darkness, nervous and unsure. Then I heard her return, and our discipline session began in earnest.
I don’t know what it was like for Mistress, but for me it was incredibly exciting to be so helpless and have Mistress using me. She appeared to try in turn a variety of our discipline instruments: a range of canes and floggers. Each one seemed to have a special pain attached to it. I could feel the spread of each flogger as she whipped my arse and back, and could hear the swishing sound of different canes as she moved from one to the next, each noise preceding a stinging blow. Mistress is expert at what she does, and I had no idea from one moment to the next what was going to happen. After a while she spoke to me a little, and it was just wonderful to hear Mistress’s sexy voice in real life. I lost count of the number of blows that landed, and the pain from each new implement seemed to merge into the pain from the one before. Some of the floggers landed with a heavy thud. Some landed with a sharp sting. Some of the canes were heavy. Some of the canes were thin. But each created pain in a different way, and as time passed, I felt myself slip deep into sub-space.
Eventually, I seemed to float out of awareness, and then I heard Mistress telling me were going to stop. I did not realise it, but apparently I was trembling. So Mistress released me and took off my hood, and I was finally able to gaze into Mistress’s beautiful eyes. Mistress was very kind to me and helped me recover, and then we spent an absolutely perfect evening together. It was so wonderful to spend the evening with my beautiful Mistress, knowing that we had begun the start of our relationship in such a special way.
The following evening, Mistress hooded me and cuffed me to a door-bondage device, and then she began to beat me again. It was just as exciting as the night before. although the pain was worse, partly because I was still hurting from the day before, and partly because I think Mistress was hitting me harder. She spoke more this time, and that made it even sexier for me, especially when she whispered in my ear while she pulled me by the hair back from the door, ‘Remember, you are just fuckmeat’. After a while I began to drift again, and Mistress decided to take me down from the cuffs. I think I was begging her to stop, but am not completely clear on the last bit. Mistress said I was trembling again, though once again I was not aware of it.
Mistress is so expert in her ability to dominate. The following night Mistress made me dress in a pink sissy dress, and called me ‘Cynthia’ for most of the night. I felt silly and humiliated being dressed that way, but I confess it was weirdly exciting to feel the nylon of the stockings and the silkiness of the panties and dress against my bare skin, and to know that Mistress had transformed me into a sissy for the evening. Mistress made me prepare and serve her meal, with me stumbling in high heels, and each time I entered the room she was very strict and authoritarian with me, which immediately began to push me down into subspace.
Later on, when we got into the dungeon, Mistress made me kneel and suck on a black latex dildo, forcing my head down onto it so that it pushed deep into my mouth and throat. Then Mistress made me stand and fitted a blindfold. She shoved me over a chair and pushed a vibrator dildo into me – I was not sure how to process the feelings as the vibrations were really strong and I could feel them deep inside me. After a while Mistress replaced the vibrator dildo with her strapon dildo. I felt utterly submissive as she was doing it as I felt that Mistress had complete control over my body. Then she started shoving her strapon in and out of my pussy harder and faster. I could hear her laughing as she was doing it, and more than anything that is when it most felt as though I was utterly unable to do anything but lie over the chair and have Mistress roughly use me that way. After a while Mistress made me get up. She pushed a dildo inside me again and made me sit on the chair. She stood over me and shoved the black dildo in and out of my mouth. Each time she shoved the cock deep into my mouth I reflexively moved back and felt the strapon cock sliding deeper into my pussy. Eventually, Mistress relented, and the session came to an end.
It was a wonderful weekend, I am already looking forward to seeing Mistress again. Being together in real life is so much better than just being together on SL, although I think our SL time is going to be so much more enriched now we have met in real life. This account has been about our Ds play. But we spent many happy hours just being together, and I hope Mistress enjoyed being with me even just half as much as I have loved being with her, and that this was the start of our happy ever after.
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