Elsi Dawson

Sub-Slut

Member
Dec 26, 2017
107
20
18
Vancouver Island
Hello Perbies!

I thought I would take a break to fill you all in on one Elsi Dawson, who, surprisingly, has yet to be reviewed for bdsm.

Having read plenty of reviews raving about Elsi's gfe, I decided I would try out her dom side. She used to have a LL fetish ad where she outlined her services as a switch (a switch!) but she let expire a while ago. Anyone new, or thinking of trying kink, I suggest seeing a switch first. Knowing her, she probably spent that money on beer instead. Initial contact through text was a breeze. I told her I was in town for a hockey game and would like to be smacked around my hotel room.

I admit that I still get butterflies in my stomach before any date, and I felt the hurricane when I received her text saying to pick her up by the elevator. Did Elsi ever get the drop on me! I have never been blindsided on that calibre. Elsi stood about a brazillon feet high, in her [fudge] me boots and when my gaze finally reached her hair? Man, her hair was done. Unfortunately, I do recall making a display of pressing every button on the elevator, except the one I wanted. None of that mattered, because I forgot to swipe the card first. Maybe because my heart was in my throat? Obama? Who really knows? Luckily, Elsi was engaging in a Francophone conversation with another elevator patron, which graciously gave me time to stuff corks in my ears to prevent further brain matter from gushing out.

Once all that elevator business was sorted out, three life times later, we mercifully made it to my room. We had a five-ten minute conversation where we discussed details of our date and that we were both okay with what was about to transpire*. I reiterated my fetish for latex gloves and she assured me that she was more than happy to partake. It’s the little things.

Now I have seen plenty of s/ws who think they can dom because they purchased a harness and other toys, and, likewise, professional doms who might excel in domination, but have the let down of no release, or keep their clothes on. Elsi is a perfect example of Goldilocks. If Goldilocks had an 8” strap-on and the mindset to use it. (New rp idea).

My “holy cow, she means business moment” came very early once we started. Elsi had me kneel down, on the floor, where I was collared and had me kiss her ass (did I mention boots?). Periodically, she would turn around to smile and spit at me, while I slipped into “sub space” and told her what a perfect view I had.

Falling back into reality, Elsi dragged me by the leash and ordered that I lay on the bed. She grabbed her crop, removed her outfit (check her Twitter www.twitter.com/elsidawson if you haven't, my words are zero justice) and she giggled the whole time she was swinging her leg over my head, about to straddle my face. I swear at that moment, I heard “The Turtles” playing. Every now and then she rode my face, she would reach back to smack my thigh with her crop, giggling harder every time.

I came to another “awe-inspiring” sight. Never mind the boots, Elsi's ass in a harness is well worth the price of admission! I caught a glimpse of her smile once again (damn that smile) as she noticed me gawking at her working her way into the harness. She had me lay flat on the bed, with my head over the end. She caressed my head with her gloved hands and slowly worked her strap-on into my mouth. As she picked up her pace, so did my gagging and amounts of my own spit across my face. She pulled out and as I was catching my breath she said “see? This is how it feels” and as I was about to laugh, she spat on my face and rammed her way back into my mouth. Making sure to give my balls a whack with her crop every now and again.

Elsi ordered me to 180 myself and flip on my back. As I was doing so, she grabbed my hand and said “hey! Check out how wet I am!” Folks, I got to say, NOTHING is as sexy as when your partner is enjoying themselves as much as you. She bound my hands to the bed, where she slapped me across the face for looking at her boobs. I had my legs spread in the air at the end of the bed, completely exposed. She made sure I was comfortable, I will always appreciate a dom who takes a second or two to make sure you are okay. I have been doing this over ten years, but I have never been pegged like that on a first date. Gripping pillows for dear life. Uttering intelligent phrases such as “yeahhhh” and “damn”. You know what she does next? She begins jerking me off! I mean, pushing my sensors far beyond their capacities. I inform her that I'm about to cum, and Elsi, being ruthless, she pulls out and begins to blow me! It was probably one of the hardest orgasms I have ever had.

Now what I respect in any dom is aftercare. Elsi untied me, and cuddled with me, helping me ease my way back into reality. Elsi stole the night, I had to Google who the Canucks played, for I only attended physically.

Will I repeat? This date was almost two years ago! I have seen plenty of other s/ws, doms, whatever, but Elsi Dawson always sticks out when someone asks me for a dom to visit. I didn't even mention how her brain was manufactured for humiliation, or the time she tied me up and made me grab her a beer, or the time I lost count of my own orgasms in sixty minutes, or when she almost broke her lamp smacking me with her flogger, or Penny! Who is the real star of Elsi's in-call.


Feel free to pm with any further questions, for I am done with this particular rant. Is her wrist recovered yet? I better inquire.

*I support this 110%. Far too many times I have rushed into dates as a rookie. I would rather 50 minutes of fun, rather than 60 of “no wait, not like that” or “WHO BROUGHT THAT ORANGUTAN!?”
 

ElsiDawson

Slutty slut
Nov 5, 2016
485
16
18
Vancouver, BC
Bitch, you asked me to bring the orangutan.

Thanks for my first Domme review. You're welcome to blow me after you bring Daddy her beer. And don't hand it to me before cracking it, my fingertips aren't built for hard labour.
 

take8easy

Well-known member
Jul 27, 2014
4,528
721
113
Hello Perbies!

I thought I would take a break to fill you all in on one Elsi Dawson, who, surprisingly, has yet to be reviewed for bdsm.

Having read plenty of reviews raving about Elsi's gfe, I decided I would try out her dom side. She used to have a LL fetish ad where she outlined her services as a switch (a switch!) but she let expire a while ago. Anyone new, or thinking of trying kink, I suggest seeing a switch first. Knowing her, she probably spent that money on beer instead. Initial contact through text was a breeze. I told her I was in town for a hockey game and would like to be smacked around my hotel room.

I admit that I still get butterflies in my stomach before any date, and I felt the hurricane when I received her text saying to pick her up by the elevator. Did Elsi ever get the drop on me! I have never been blindsided on that calibre. Elsi stood about a brazillon feet high, in her [fudge] me boots and when my gaze finally reached her hair? Man, her hair was done. Unfortunately, I do recall making a display of pressing every button on the elevator, except the one I wanted. None of that mattered, because I forgot to swipe the card first. Maybe because my heart was in my throat? Obama? Who really knows? Luckily, Elsi was engaging in a Francophone conversation with another elevator patron, which graciously gave me time to stuff corks in my ears to prevent further brain matter from gushing out.

Once all that elevator business was sorted out, three life times later, we mercifully made it to my room. We had a five-ten minute conversation where we discussed details of our date and that we were both okay with what was about to transpire*. I reiterated my fetish for latex gloves and she assured me that she was more than happy to partake. It’s the little things.

Now I have seen plenty of s/ws who think they can dom because they purchased a harness and other toys, and, likewise, professional doms who might excel in domination, but have the let down of no release, or keep their clothes on. Elsi is a perfect example of Goldilocks. If Goldilocks had an 8” strap-on and the mindset to use it. (New rp idea).

My “holy cow, she means business moment” came very early once we started. Elsi had me kneel down, on the floor, where I was collared and had me kiss her ass (did I mention boots?). Periodically, she would turn around to smile and spit at me, while I slipped into “sub space” and told her what a perfect view I had.

Falling back into reality, Elsi dragged me by the leash and ordered that I lay on the bed. She grabbed her crop, removed her outfit (check her Twitter www.twitter.com/elsidawson if you haven't, my words are zero justice) and she giggled the whole time she was swinging her leg over my head, about to straddle my face. I swear at that moment, I heard “The Turtles” playing. Every now and then she rode my face, she would reach back to smack my thigh with her crop, giggling harder every time.

I came to another “awe-inspiring” sight. Never mind the boots, Elsi's ass in a harness is well worth the price of admission! I caught a glimpse of her smile once again (damn that smile) as she noticed me gawking at her working her way into the harness. She had me lay flat on the bed, with my head over the end. She caressed my head with her gloved hands and slowly worked her strap-on into my mouth. As she picked up her pace, so did my gagging and amounts of my own spit across my face. She pulled out and as I was catching my breath she said “see? This is how it feels” and as I was about to laugh, she spat on my face and rammed her way back into my mouth. Making sure to give my balls a whack with her crop every now and again.

Elsi ordered me to 180 myself and flip on my back. As I was doing so, she grabbed my hand and said “hey! Check out how wet I am!” Folks, I got to say, NOTHING is as sexy as when your partner is enjoying themselves as much as you. She bound my hands to the bed, where she slapped me across the face for looking at her boobs. I had my legs spread in the air at the end of the bed, completely exposed. She made sure I was comfortable, I will always appreciate a dom who takes a second or two to make sure you are okay. I have been doing this over ten years, but I have never been pegged like that on a first date. Gripping pillows for dear life. Uttering intelligent phrases such as “yeahhhh” and “damn”. You know what she does next? She begins jerking me off! I mean, pushing my sensors far beyond their capacities. I inform her that I'm about to cum, and Elsi, being ruthless, she pulls out and begins to blow me! It was probably one of the hardest orgasms I have ever had.

Now what I respect in any dom is aftercare. Elsi untied me, and cuddled with me, helping me ease my way back into reality. Elsi stole the night, I had to Google who the Canucks played, for I only attended physically.

Will I repeat? This date was almost two years ago! I have seen plenty of other s/ws, doms, whatever, but Elsi Dawson always sticks out when someone asks me for a dom to visit. I didn't even mention how her brain was manufactured for humiliation, or the time she tied me up and made me grab her a beer, or the time I lost count of my own orgasms in sixty minutes, or when she almost broke her lamp smacking me with her flogger, or Penny! Who is the real star of Elsi's in-call.


Feel free to pm with any further questions, for I am done with this particular rant. Is her wrist recovered yet? I better inquire.

*I support this 110%. Far too many times I have rushed into dates as a rookie. I would rather 50 minutes of fun, rather than 60 of “no wait, not like that” or “WHO BROUGHT THAT ORANGUTAN!?”
Not that I am into the sub domme stuff but seriously you set a new standard when it comes to reviewing Ms. ED.

She’s a bad giri with a sweet side (and I have seen it) and then she is also a bad girl with a bad side! She is fantastic either way!!!

T8E
 
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