Mistress V. (ff, DS, bond)


Mistress V.


I played the other night.  No, play is not a good enough term.  It comes no where
near the experience.  I _bottomed_/_submitted_ to one of the _best_ Dominatrix
I've ever met.   Mistress V.

Originally I went over to her house for dinner.  I had not expected anything,
except possibly teasing and cuddling with her and her husband/slave who is also a
wonderful sweetie.

Dinner went beautifully, and then the men in the house (her S.O. and a visiting
friend) departed to the computer room.  Mistress V. and I wandered into the den,
which was warm and comfortable.  The room glowed with candlelight while we sat
and talked.  We had scened before in public, but this was the first time we had
ever been together in private.  I think my body was already ahead of my mind
remembering her.  Or maybe the room was just _very_ warm.  *grin*  We sat Indian
style on the plush carpet and I stared into her warm brown eyes as we talked.

She is beautiful.  Mid 30's and still looking as mid 20's, with long straight
brown hair and a gorgeous smile.  Her body is slender and curvaceous and her skin
is soft and silky.  And despite her complaints, she does _not_ need to lose
weight!

*sigh*  OK, back to the den.....  At some point in our discussion the
conversation flagged.  I could feel the vibes between us increasing in intensity
and I leaned over to put my head in her lap.  She caught my head by the hair
tightly, and stopped it from going any lower.  Pulling my head back up she kissed
me softly on the lips and then took up a black scarf that had been in her lap. 
Gently, she blindfolded me and then pulled me up into standing position.  She
kept my hand in hers. Then she lead me upstairs,

taking me the long way to make sure the men knew what she was doing, and

into (what I assumed was) her bedroom.

Once in the bedroom she ordered me to take off my sweat shirt.  Then she stripped
off the catsuit I was wearing, leaving me in a bra and matching underwear.  And I
was left standing, blindfolded in the middle of the room.  I heard Mistress V. 
moving around the room.  She was humming softly to herself and occasionally would
whisper a teasing comment in my direction. My mind wandered and wondered what she
was doing.....

Now when I said Mistress V. was incredible, I didn't just mean her face and body.
 Not only does she have incredible skill in topping but her attitude as a
Dominatrix is perfect.  I consider myself an uppity bottom, and those who have
seen me bottom would probably agree.  I not only have the

tendency to tease a top during the middle of a scene but I also try to sometimes
get away with topping from the bottom.  *grin*

It is not like that with Mistress V.  Her attitude, her presence, her style- make
me want to submit to her.  She brings out the side of me that wants to be the
perfect submissive.  To give myself to her entirely.  To take lessons and learn
how to please her.  To please myself by being the perfect submissive.

Anyway, there is a strong psychological impact to be standing in the middle of an
unfamiliar room, blindfolded yet unfettered and having to keep still.  Not
knowing what to do with my hands I found myself clasping them together in front
of me.  In retrospect, had I had more experience submitting I would have known I
should either put them behind my back or behind my head.  Hindsight is always
20/20.

Finally I felt her warm hands on my shoulders guiding me forward. She pushed me
sitting into a chair, letting me know that this was her absolutely favorite
chair.  I soon learned why.  As I was seated I felt the chair move a little. A
rocking chair.  One of the old fashioned wooden chairs with long runners and arm
rests.  Mistress V. had put two pillows down on it to pad my bottom and back from
the wood.  I later learned that the pillows also allowed me to slide forward as
my body unconsciously moved to receive the kiss of the whip.

She secured my wrists and arms to each of the rests and then tied my legs apart
to each side of the chair.  Then Mistress V. demonstrated just how long the
runners were, as I found myself tilted so far back in the chair that my back was
horizontal to the floor.  She paused and kissed me, possessively this time with a
passion that made me feel instantly as if I _belonged_ to her.

The chair rocked forward again and she tied two more cords around me, one above
and one below my breasts.  I had never been so securely tied. I told her so as
she wound another cord from between my feet to my wrists through the cords around
my chest, pulling tight the last bit of slack between the ropes.  It felt good. 
Very good.  Secure.  Cared for. Physically I was bound, but emotionally I felt
free, and I knew by then that I would have done anything she wished.

I felt her fingers, then her mouth on my breasts.  I arched as much as I could
toward her.  Then a sharp piercing pain attached to my nipple followed by a
similar sensation on the other nipple.  Clamps.  With a chain between them that
she attached to the cords the bound me, pulling the chain taught.  I was moaning
softly, and then she began to rock the chair.  Slowly....and then farther and
farther back and forward.  I felt my spirit fly higher.

The rest of the scene was sensational, but it was so extrodinary and I was so far
gone I can't even begin to describe it to you.  Besides, I wouldn't want to kiss
and tell.  *grin*

Thank you, Mistress V. for the experience and the love.  Thank you for opening
the door to something magical and wonderful.  Thank you for the scene.