A New Mistress At A New Dungeon
Well, the mistress I was seeing was no longer available. This has happened quite a bit for many reasons and is the subject of another blog post.
On this occasion the mistress I chose was extremely well known and a bit of a legend in the BDSM community. She was a mature lady in her late 50’s or even 60’s by the looks and I was quite looking forward to the session.
The Wrong House
Well, she gave me an address which my GPS took me to easily enough, but it was a very winding and convoluted area. I was taken to a nice house set back a little in a reasonably new housing estate.
I collected my gear then went to the front door and rang the bell. And waited. And waited some more. And rang again and waited. Then I saw it on the wall, a plaque with the address, oops, the address was saying ‘circuit’ as opposed to ‘road’. You would never believe it, in the same estate there was a ‘road’ and a ‘circuit’ address. Different and for me, vastly different. I got out of there quick smart.
A frantic adjustment to the GPS took me to the correct address. This time when I knocked the inside door opened, leaving the security mesh screen making seeing anyone inside difficult. A voice said, ‘Yes, are you my appointment?‘ (or similar, it was 10 years ago now). I mumbled out something, probably used her name then she appeared from behind the door and opened the security door for me.
The reason for the secrecy was that her narrow house had neighbors either side and she was dressed in full on leather fetish. And looked damn good also. I seem to remember one neighbor was washing a boat in the driveway (the things I remember!).
The Sessions?
I remember I had 3 sessions with her. All were heavy corporal and bondage. She was pretty good but we just sort of faded away, drifted apart. I think her spare bedroom kitted out as a dungeon just was not as good as what I’d been used to.
She was good though. A very nice lady and you’d never guess that she’d been a dominatrix for many decades and worked internationally.
Some Anecdotes.
I remember in one session she was really getting into giving me a strapping when a breast fell out of her bra. She didn’t notice it for a while, she just powered on with the strap. She was a well endowed lady and the spectacle of her breast moving as she used the belt was rather special.
In our sessions she really admired the off billet strap of mine. It really is special and I’ve not seen its like anywhere since I stumbled upon it at a horse and tack store. I commented recently to the mistress I’ve had 3 sessions with that it is the prince of straps and it feels similar to the Canadian Prison Strap when used hard. As she does. Anyway, my friendly leather worker lady made me one for her, and even embossed her name on it. She tried it out on me and it worked rather well. I remember that very well.
The last thing I remember was her commenting that she often saw university students before an exam. She’d give them a sound caning then send them on their way with sore striped bottoms and focused minds. It seemed it was a bit of a thing to get a caning from her before an exam. Strange but true.