Mistress Was Giving Heavy Corporal
I think there is a trend. If I have three sessions with a mistress, she is outstanding. The first can be tricky as we are finding out about each other. The second session is the make or break – if this works well then I’ll have a third and usually this leads to a longer term relationship.
For this anecdote (absolutely true) I was in session with a lovely mistress who had me in suspension and was using my gear on me. She was giving me a folded belt strapping, using my tawse collection, the straps and all the gear I have in turn.
She was a very good looking woman (as they all are in fact). She was English and had been a model in the years prior. She was very pleasant to talk to and certainly a favorite. I still smile when I think of her. A lovely lady.
Well, I was of course watching her, taking all the corporal she could give and it was working out pretty well. That was until she left the dungeon suddenly. It surprised me but it wasn’t that there was much I could do. I was in suspension with my hands in cuffs clipped to a bar above my head. There were straps around my legs and I was gagged. No way was I moving.
Not long later she returned with a shorter woman, maybe a little older and blond. Another mistress in fact, that was all she could be. Strange, I thought.
Without saying another word this new mistress took up a folded belt and strapped me really hard. Much harder than I’d been having. These had an effect. Then she changed to another belt, then another strap, then another tawse.
Well, this went on and it challenged me, lifted me onto my toes. Got through to me, Then the new mistress left. All without saying a word. My original mistress continued then we completed the session as per normal. It was EXCEPTIONAL.
After my shower the mistress confided in me. She had breast cancer and was in remission. Her energy levels were down and she’d been struggling to give me the corporal at an intensity that she thought I needed. She had called in a friend.
I was totally and absolutely gutted. She was gorgeous, had a smile and a way of talking and making me feel comfortable. She was delightful in the extreme. The thought of her having, suffering, breast cancer was obscene.
Well, all I could do was grab the only money I had from my wallet, a $50, and ask her to give it to the other mistress. We chatted for a while and she seemed comfortable with what was happening.
Some time later she died. She had my mobile phone number and her friend sent a message to say she’d died on the 10th of November. I had to pull over on the side of the road and shed a tear. I texted back that the world had lost a beautiful soul and was poorer for her loss. Her friend showed mistresses parents who had taken some comfort from my heartfelt message.
To my great annoyance I didn’t attend the funeral. I thought it would be inappropriate. It turned out that many of her clients did attend, sitting at the back of the church and her family had been comfortable with that. On her coffin she had crossed riding crops. I still think of her at times.
Well, I mentioned this to the psychologist I was seeing. She commented that my mistress would have just pocketed the money.
Turns out she was wrong. I had a session a few years later at another establishment on the other side of the city. The mistress commented about my gear and mentioned she’d been called in to aid a mistress who was suffering while recovering from breast cancer. She even commented that she’d been given a $50 for the 10 minutes she’d helped out. It was an instant and close connection we felt when I told it her it was me.