An Afternoon of Torment
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AN AFTERNOON OF TORMENT. By SEAN DUNNE.
In all my years visiting professional mistresses, rather ironically, by farthe most explosive, mind shattering episode I ever experienced and from whichI never fully recovered, occurred during a visit to an absolute beginner anda complete novice at the game.
The following account is I believe an accurate record of the session as Istill remember most details quite vividly, but there were some occasions whereI believe I may have had moments of blackout or was not fully compos mentisfor short periods.
The female involved hadn't long left University after a post graduate courseand had become vaguely aware of the S/M scene at some fetish rubber-wear partiesshe attended to model the outfits. From there she started visiting some BDSMfunctions where she became fascinated with and attracted to the Fem/Dom andmale slave scene. Observing various mistresses in action, she figured she couldperform as well as any she'd seen. She felt she certainly had the temperamentand decided that operating as a professional dominatrix was likely be morelucrative than any job she'd sought so far.
However, having very little capital to get started, she was obliged to renta large room from the nominal 'owner' of a communal squat.
Buying some bare essentials, she placed an advert and her picture in one ofthe few mistress contact magazines around at that period, (pre-internet era)sat back and waited for some clients.
I received that particular magazine very early as I had a subscription toit and, taking one look at the photo, I wrote off right away. The reply cameback remarkably quickly, considering my letter was sent to her via the magazine'saddress. I was delighted to discover this particular mistress's base of operationswas not that far away from me on the Underground.
And so by pure chance, it came to pass that I became her very first 'customer.'(Those sketchy details were gleaned from my preliminary chat with her beforethe session got under way.)
Initially I couldn't believe I had the right address. A row of large, old,dilapidated houses? The whole area apparently ready for demolition? When thedoor opened, I saw newspapers and dust on the floor and up the stairs. I wasinclined to turn heel and swiftly depart, but it was the appearance of thedominatrix herself that changed my mind.
She led me up the stairs and along a passageway and motioned me into one ofthe rooms. It was very large, reflecting the size of the property and had obviouslyonce been a bedroom and I settled myself on one of the threadbare chairs, reflectingthat this was the most unappealing mistress's 'workplace' I'd ever visited.
Long experience had taught me to take along some of my own equipment visitinga new mistress, despite having to hump along quite a weight.
For instance, I've had some fairly useless gags shoved in my mouth at times,often so inadequate that I could hold a conversation while wearing them. Andalthough it's quite understandable why mistresses favour thick padded leathercuffs and straps and similar items in a session, I find them unnatural andartificial.
If a session is sometimes not going very well, I'll often request to be leftalone in front of a mirror for a period to let my imagination run wild andit seems far more realistic and 'authentic' in my eyes that I'm manacled andchained up the old fashioned way and effectively silenced.
Therefore I carry along a foolproof gag, wrist and leg manacles and quitea lot of assorted lengths of chain, with plenty of handy small padlocks andchain connectors.
It turned out to be an especially good idea for this particular session andit was lucky that I'd packed quite a lot, as she appeared to have very littleequipment of her own.
Indeed, she seemed quite vague as how to get the session under way. When itbecame obvious she'd never even seen anything like the pair of old fashionedwrist and ankle manacles I produced and was uncertain even as to how to securethem, I really began to think the whole session was going to be one of themany disappointing ones I've experienced.
Still, I felt I'd be a lot more cheerful about wasted hours in the companyof this particular mistress than any other I'd ever been dissatisfied with.But I did begin to wonder how I'd use up the whole three hours I'd booked onthe basis of her photo alone.
At least, thank goodness, she or someone had screwed a large, very securehook into the centre of the ceiling - so I hastily devised what I thought wouldbe an understandable and undemanding fantasy scenario with her.
To save time and frustration, I decided to bind myself up. I stripped offuntil I was naked, dumped my clothes on a chair and walked to the middle ofthe room, directly under the hook.
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