I'm posting this here, since there are so many reviews of Mistress T in the bdsm section. Also, I though all you non-bdsmers might want to read something different.
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It had been a while since I had a session with Mistress T. I emailed her saying, "I have been in the dessert for what seems likes ages… In that dessert I have endured incredible raging thirst - thirst for Your presence, Your touch, Your gaze." Little did I know how my thirst would be assuaged.
The Sweat
When I arrived at her studio I was as usual, ordered to strip and present myself, kneeling. Mistress T looked, as usual, stunning. Her hair was up, she was topless, with a long green latex skits with a slit up one side showing her wonderful spiked black boots. In silence Mistress T immediately began to place cloths pegs on my cock and balls. This was easier for her to do than in the past since I wasn't yet fully erect, and so there was still some loose skin to take the pegs.
I was then ordered in to her bathroom and told to start cleaning the floor. At this I could feel myself getting harder, and of course the cloths pegs began to really have their effect. As I obediently applied myself to following out Mistress T's orders, she stood at the entrance to the bathroom to inspect my work and I felt the whack of one of her pain implements on my bare ass. I of course immediately tried to stretch my ass towards her to enjoy more of her pain. To be honest, I'm not completely into domestic service, but when it's combined with CP, that's a different story. And… I knew that Mistress T enjoyed seeing a male serve her in this way. "Is it all clean?… Are you sure?…. Then finish up and present yourself to me again."
The Blood
I was once again on my knees in the middle of her floor. Mistress T then place to more pegs on my nipples. For the next five minutes Mistress T then proceeded to put me in tight rope bondage with the help of a spreader bar down the back of my back. I was helpless with my hands and arms tied tightly behind my back, and the same rope holding my ankles in place. My front, including my nipples, cock and balls were completely open for Mistress T to abuse as she wished. But first came the tease. Mistress T positioned her beautifully formed breasts in front of my eyes. I so knew that there was no way I could touch them. At points it seemed that she lightly brushed my face. A few minutes later her latex encased ass was smothering my face, and of course, there was nothing I could do.
The "main meal" of the session was to be some cock and ball torture. For some reason Mistress T likes to inflict this on me (probably because she knows I love it so much). Various whips and implements were use, while the cloths pegs were still on my cock and balls. A few fell off. Between rounds, Mistress T, allowed me to enjoy her sensual breath in my ear. The pain began to feel like clouds that I was floating on. She also used some very effective thin cane like rods on my inside thighs and chest.
Mistress T then began to inspect her work. At two place – one on my cock and one on my balls, I was slightly bleeding – just a small cut. It must have been the force of the implement on the peg. Mistress T of course told me that it was my fault, and of course I was happy to take the blame. With compassion Mistress T applied a small band-aid.
I was then on my hands and knees, and before I knew it Mistress T has inserted a covered vibrator up my ass. It was of course vibrating. Mistress T then used me as her seat. I could see her sitting like a beautiful princess in the mirror on the wall opposite. There then followed some delightful nipple play – with Mistress removing the pegs, twisting the nipple, and then reapplying the pegs. The worst (sorry… nicest) part is just when the pegs are removed. The nipples are at their most tender. And of course, Mistress T took full advantage of this opportunity.
The Piss
"Have you every received a golden shower?" "No Mistress." "Would you like one?" "Yes, Mistress, Anything for You." I had received golden showers a couple of times previously, and to be honest I was not sure what think – or even how to feel. The first time I was in a body bag. The second time was in a bath with the Mistress standing, with her legs on either side of the bath. This time was going to be different.
Mistress untied my from the tight bondage position and then laid out a large black PVC? sheet on the floor. "Lie there. Head there", she commanded. A few minutes later Mistress T had moved a wooden chair and placed it over my head. This was no ordinary chair however. The seat of the chair flipped up just like a toilet seat. Mistress T sat down. And so there I was looking up as her amazing pussy and ass. "Play with yourself, and bring yourself to the edge, but do not go over." I did as instructed. The edge was easy to reach, especially given the fact that Mistress T was twisting my already painful nipples - and of course the vibrator which was still doing its work
in my ass.
"I'm at the edge Mistress". "Good", she responded. Then the deluge came. I don't know how to express what happened and how I experienced it. It certainly wasn't a bad experience. No bad small or taste. It was as if her piss was a sweet nectar. And it just kept coming. I didn't know
whether to try and swallow or just let it hit my face. I decided to drink as much as possible. It was as the description – a golden shower. And of course, it all happened as I was climaxing. The timing was perfect. I lay there, floating on the experience. Not knowing quite what had just happened. Feeling as though I had just gone through some kind of baptism – perhaps some kind of branding. It was amazing. I lay there soaking, still with her sweet taste in my mouth, and also up my nose. It was as if I had been rescued from drowning.
"Look at you. All covered in my piss and your cum." Mistress T then gave some instructions about how I should clean myself and my mess up.
The session ended with Mistress T's usual after care. On my knees before her with my head on her lap, and enjoying a few strokes of my head. Nice.
For contact info, check out www.mistresst.net
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It had been a while since I had a session with Mistress T. I emailed her saying, "I have been in the dessert for what seems likes ages… In that dessert I have endured incredible raging thirst - thirst for Your presence, Your touch, Your gaze." Little did I know how my thirst would be assuaged.
The Sweat
When I arrived at her studio I was as usual, ordered to strip and present myself, kneeling. Mistress T looked, as usual, stunning. Her hair was up, she was topless, with a long green latex skits with a slit up one side showing her wonderful spiked black boots. In silence Mistress T immediately began to place cloths pegs on my cock and balls. This was easier for her to do than in the past since I wasn't yet fully erect, and so there was still some loose skin to take the pegs.
I was then ordered in to her bathroom and told to start cleaning the floor. At this I could feel myself getting harder, and of course the cloths pegs began to really have their effect. As I obediently applied myself to following out Mistress T's orders, she stood at the entrance to the bathroom to inspect my work and I felt the whack of one of her pain implements on my bare ass. I of course immediately tried to stretch my ass towards her to enjoy more of her pain. To be honest, I'm not completely into domestic service, but when it's combined with CP, that's a different story. And… I knew that Mistress T enjoyed seeing a male serve her in this way. "Is it all clean?… Are you sure?…. Then finish up and present yourself to me again."
The Blood
I was once again on my knees in the middle of her floor. Mistress T then place to more pegs on my nipples. For the next five minutes Mistress T then proceeded to put me in tight rope bondage with the help of a spreader bar down the back of my back. I was helpless with my hands and arms tied tightly behind my back, and the same rope holding my ankles in place. My front, including my nipples, cock and balls were completely open for Mistress T to abuse as she wished. But first came the tease. Mistress T positioned her beautifully formed breasts in front of my eyes. I so knew that there was no way I could touch them. At points it seemed that she lightly brushed my face. A few minutes later her latex encased ass was smothering my face, and of course, there was nothing I could do.
The "main meal" of the session was to be some cock and ball torture. For some reason Mistress T likes to inflict this on me (probably because she knows I love it so much). Various whips and implements were use, while the cloths pegs were still on my cock and balls. A few fell off. Between rounds, Mistress T, allowed me to enjoy her sensual breath in my ear. The pain began to feel like clouds that I was floating on. She also used some very effective thin cane like rods on my inside thighs and chest.
Mistress T then began to inspect her work. At two place – one on my cock and one on my balls, I was slightly bleeding – just a small cut. It must have been the force of the implement on the peg. Mistress T of course told me that it was my fault, and of course I was happy to take the blame. With compassion Mistress T applied a small band-aid.
I was then on my hands and knees, and before I knew it Mistress T has inserted a covered vibrator up my ass. It was of course vibrating. Mistress T then used me as her seat. I could see her sitting like a beautiful princess in the mirror on the wall opposite. There then followed some delightful nipple play – with Mistress removing the pegs, twisting the nipple, and then reapplying the pegs. The worst (sorry… nicest) part is just when the pegs are removed. The nipples are at their most tender. And of course, Mistress T took full advantage of this opportunity.
The Piss
"Have you every received a golden shower?" "No Mistress." "Would you like one?" "Yes, Mistress, Anything for You." I had received golden showers a couple of times previously, and to be honest I was not sure what think – or even how to feel. The first time I was in a body bag. The second time was in a bath with the Mistress standing, with her legs on either side of the bath. This time was going to be different.
Mistress untied my from the tight bondage position and then laid out a large black PVC? sheet on the floor. "Lie there. Head there", she commanded. A few minutes later Mistress T had moved a wooden chair and placed it over my head. This was no ordinary chair however. The seat of the chair flipped up just like a toilet seat. Mistress T sat down. And so there I was looking up as her amazing pussy and ass. "Play with yourself, and bring yourself to the edge, but do not go over." I did as instructed. The edge was easy to reach, especially given the fact that Mistress T was twisting my already painful nipples - and of course the vibrator which was still doing its work
in my ass.
"I'm at the edge Mistress". "Good", she responded. Then the deluge came. I don't know how to express what happened and how I experienced it. It certainly wasn't a bad experience. No bad small or taste. It was as if her piss was a sweet nectar. And it just kept coming. I didn't know
whether to try and swallow or just let it hit my face. I decided to drink as much as possible. It was as the description – a golden shower. And of course, it all happened as I was climaxing. The timing was perfect. I lay there, floating on the experience. Not knowing quite what had just happened. Feeling as though I had just gone through some kind of baptism – perhaps some kind of branding. It was amazing. I lay there soaking, still with her sweet taste in my mouth, and also up my nose. It was as if I had been rescued from drowning.
"Look at you. All covered in my piss and your cum." Mistress T then gave some instructions about how I should clean myself and my mess up.
The session ended with Mistress T's usual after care. On my knees before her with my head on her lap, and enjoying a few strokes of my head. Nice.
For contact info, check out www.mistresst.net