Time for a new thread. What was the longest session you ever had (or did)? What was the shortest? Extra points for bloopers and profound imagery....
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Shortest: 1 minute. Guy walked in, paid me for the forced bi session, apologized that he couldn't go through with it, told me to keep the money and walked back out. (The other guy wasn't there yet, he just panicked)
Longest: All weekend/2 nights. Unless you count house boys and tribute slaves who were around for months...
Profound imagery?: I did an overnight session in New Jersey once with an older client who flew me there to see him. A major part of the session was that he wanted me to use him for a toilet every time I had to go. This involved pissing all over his face and body. We did this a few times and then it was bed time. During the night I had to pee so woke him up and told him to go lay in the tub. When I came in he was still wearing his long underwear, laying in the tub! I asked him what the hell he was doing? Did he plan to sleep the rest of the night in piss soaked pj's? And he replied he didn't know: he was cold.
Sometimes fantasy does not match reality. (I told him to go back to bed and I used the actual toilet...for the rest of our session time together.)
9.7 / 10. An excellent tale Ms. T. If the PJ were faded red "railroad" long johns, then 10/10.
I can't 'top' that, but here is my pathetic little tale...
Shortest: Ummm, wasn't exactly a domme session, I just woke up to a Hum-V and within 6/10ths of a second, well, p'koweee.
Longest: Does 8 years of longing count? It did come true, long after resignation to never-never land!
Imagery: Soft round buttocks pumped up into the evening air by 5" stillettoes, milky smooth skin exposed out on that lanai on the most succulent of Hawaiin Isles, black stockings shimmering against smooth thighs out in the moonlight, nipples perking up from the soft tropical breeze and gentle caresses.
I think my ankles are still sore from wearing those damn heels! The stings of leather tassles on my bum have long since vanished, like the faint puddles left by melting snow in the springtime. I want to live like that evey day.
Next?
I can't 'top' that, but here is my pathetic little tale...
Shortest: Ummm, wasn't exactly a domme session, I just woke up to a Hum-V and within 6/10ths of a second, well, p'koweee.
Longest: Does 8 years of longing count? It did come true, long after resignation to never-never land!
Imagery: Soft round buttocks pumped up into the evening air by 5" stillettoes, milky smooth skin exposed out on that lanai on the most succulent of Hawaiin Isles, black stockings shimmering against smooth thighs out in the moonlight, nipples perking up from the soft tropical breeze and gentle caresses.
I think my ankles are still sore from wearing those damn heels! The stings of leather tassles on my bum have long since vanished, like the faint puddles left by melting snow in the springtime. I want to live like that evey day.
Next?
Oh my, I remember them well. I won't lie to you, and I should have included this detail. They were, or had once been white. They were old and stained from age and poor laundry habits. The old style one piece with the ass flap, maybe what you call 'railroad'. Visible 'old man with poor hygiene' stains.
The glamor of the Pro Domme lifestyle.
