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Jeffrey comes from England and tells us emphatically he cannot
get the style of session he enjoys at home. His interests are
discipline, upside-down suspension, and very heavy bondage.
To undertake this kind of session, our ladies must be entirely
genuine. It is often very difficult to undertake a session where
you are going to be inflicting various forms of discipline and
humiliation on an individual knowing they in turn will be turning
the tables on you.
Dior and Jeffrey chose to use two rooms for their session,
commencing in the brass room and terminating in the Main dungeon.
Jeffrey chose to be dominant first. He prefers to place Dior
in bondage after he has given her a good sound spanking, culminating
in a dozen strokes of the cane.
We will pick up the session as Dior is kneeling across Jeffrey's
lap, ready to receive the spanking of her life.
"You will have nothing else to think about when you are
in bondage except how sore your bottom feels".
"Yes Master" Dior mumbled softly.
Jeffrey continued to whack Dior by hand for as long as he
could. Dior is a very strong submissive and Jeffrey knows what
a challenge she can be sometimes.
"My hand is hurting me now, that is not the way things
should be slave, get up and bring me that strap hanging next
to the crop, then get back in position. Your bottom is only pink
and my hands are sore."
Jeffrey had already given Dior about 80 whacks with his hand.
Such a spanking would send the majority of submissives into pleas
of mercy, but not Dior.
Dior returned with the strap in hand, a particularly nasty
one which has a short wooden handle, the leather itself long,
thick and quite hard, not at all soft like many of the other
straps.
"On second thoughts slave, bend over the slab so your
bottom is protruding from the edge, your arms stretched out in
front of you. Spread your fingers wide, they are not to move".
Dior obeyed, staying perfectly still. Jeffrey then proceeded
to belt her twenty four times, counting thirty seconds between
each stroke.
Dior did not utter a sound, she took her beating very bravely,
her bottom was bright red at the completion.
"Thank you Master," Dior said.
"You were very brave slave, I hope I will be just as
brave as you when it is my turn. Just now though I want to put
you into a bondage position. I will not cane you until the end
of the session, that will be just before you cane me."
Jeffrey is very adept at bondage preferring the classic method
of ropes with no shackles. In what seemed no time at all Jeffrey
had Dior hog tied on the slab, her very red bottom visible beneath
the red ropes of her bondage.
"Now that would make a great colour photo Dior. I don't
want to call for the polaroid but it has given me the idea of
bringing my own camera for next time. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes Master, I like collecting photos of my sessions,
I can look back over them and think of the good times".
"I want to tie you against that bondage board, I like
to see you spread out, your hair hanging down your back. I also
love the size of your bottom, not one of these emaciated girls
who have nothing to whack."
Jeffrey had Dior spread her legs as wide as she could, he
then placed rope around her ankles and tied them to the rings
on the floor. He placed her hands in mittens and fastened them
to hooks on either side well above her head. This completed the
vision he had carried with him for weeks leading up to this visit.
He then proceeded to cover Dior in a web of rope wrapping
her body in a criss cross of decorative but very firm bondage.
Standing back Jeffrey admired his handiwork.
"I am proud of this Dior, it looks great. How do you
feel?"
"Fine Master, very peaceful, except for my bottom which
feels really hot".
"Is that a complaint I hear?"
"No Sir, just a remark, that's all".
Do you think I could get the receptionist in to take a polaroid,
I really love this position."
"Sure. Buzz the office and ask Leslie to bring in the
camera. You could ask her if any of the other Mistresses would
like to have a look as well."
Jeffrey spoke with Leslie and in no time Leslie returned with
Mistresses Kate, Zelda and Vynella.
"Wow" claimed Mistress Vynella, "great bondage
there Jeffrey." The other Mistresses agreed. They continued
to chat about this position and other bondage positions until
Jeffrey said "Well ladies seeing I instigated this little
meeting I'm afraid I must now ask Leslie if Dior and I can proceed
to the Main dungeon".
The Mistresses assisted in getting Dior out of her bondage,
making remarks about her marked bottom while doing so.
"She loves a good belting, don't you Dior" Mistress
Kate said with a wide grin. "The harder the better."
"That's true," Dior replied softly.
Anyone who knows Dior can make such accusations and know they
are perfectly true.
Jeffrey and Dior then proceeded to the Main dungeon where
Jeffrey placed ankle restraints on Dior and took her up off the
ground. Dior loves dangling around in mid air while her nipples
are being bitten and teased.
"That bottom of yours is still very red Dior. I think
you will find your twelve remaining strokes with the cane will
see you out today at least".
The Main dungeon has controlled lighting. The lights were
dimmed very low, several candles burning in various places around
the room. The flickering light reflected against Dior's fair
skin, her gold nipple rings glistening, her beautiful long blonde
hair trailing to the floor. Dior was definitely a sight to behold.
Jeffrey walked slowly around Dior, like a hunter admiring
his captured prey. He then stood behind her, grabbing her breasts
in his hands gently kneading them. He said with a sigh, "I
suppose it's time to let you down. I will cane you very hard
and then I will be yours to do with as you wish".
Jeffrey carefully helped Dior out of suspension. He then moved
the whipping horse out into the middle of the room. The dungeon
is surrounded by very large mirrors so if correctly positioned
it is possible to see the submissives face as each stroke is
delivered.
Jeffrey chose a thick yellow cane for Dior, the type that
delivers a heavy blow with the slightest force.
He quickly restrained her, this time with manacles only, her
bottom positioned high on the bench, her head very low, her hair
trailing on the floor.
"I expect you to take this with the same bravery you
showed previously Dior".
Jeffrey then started to cane Dior. He brought his arm up high
above his shoulder bringing the cane down upon her with great
force. You could clearly hear the sound of the cane echoing through
the rest of the house.
Jeffrey could see Dior's pretty face contorted in pain, though
she bore her punishment with much bravery. She didn't cry, whimper
or beg for mercy, she did not move.
"You are truly remarkable Dior" Jeffrey said after
his last cruel stroke. "I could only ever submit to somebody
whom I feel worthy of my submission. You have proven to me you
are a very brave girl and a credit to this establishment. I hope
Mistress Amanda appreciates you".
Now it is your turn to deal with me. I hope I can submit to
you in the manner you so rightly deserve".
Jeffrey helped Dior out of her restraints. Dior excused herself
wanting a 5 minute break before commencing the rest of the session.
She proceeded to inform Jeffrey she would have a drink sent up
for him and would return shortly.
In exactly five minutes Dior returned, but it was as though
this was a different person.
"Kneel slave," Dior ordered. Jeffrey fell to his
knees, the vision standing before him was a total transformation
from slave to Mistress.
Dior was wearing a PVC body suit, fishnet tights, thigh high
shiny black boots and a long black PVC cape which hung regally
from her shoulders.
"You are gorgeous Mistress, you look so beautiful".
"Enough slave, I don't want you to talk to me, I just
want your obedience. From now on you will ask permission to speak".
"Yes Mistress" Jeffrey replied meekly.
Dior decided to place Jeffrey in the straight jacket. She
knows only too well from personal experience when a slave is
placed in that particular garment there is no escape. She did
not want to repeat any of the positions in which she had been
placed and had decided upon her revenge positions while she was
in suspension. Once she had Jeffrey in the jacket she dragged
over a small black cage and directed him to move into it by sitting
and sliding backwards. Once he was inside she secured his ankles
and locked the cage door.
"What a wonderful sight slave Jeffrey. However, I do
intend improving on it." With that she placed clips onto
the cage and fastened them to the suspension. Before Jeffrey
knew what was happening Dior yanked on the chains and lifted
Jeffrey into the air, cage and all.
"Now this is a sight I want to share with others".
Dior walked over to the intercom and called for all the Mistresses
who were available to come in and view her slave. As it was there
were only two free at the time, Mistresses Kirra and Katarina.
"That's how I like to see slaves, caged and controlled,"
Kirra said.
Katarina had grabbed hold of a thin cane and was poking Jeffrey
with it through the bars.
"I like to poke and prod them, look at his balls protruding
there, I'd like to prod them, can I Mistress?" Laughing
Dior told her she could prod him all she liked.
After much fun teasing and taunting slave Jeffrey, Dior asked
the other Mistresses to leave so as she could continue the other
activities she had in store for him. After helping Dior release
Jeffrey the other Mistresses left warning Jeffrey he had better
be as brave as Dior or he would be a wimp.
Dior then placed Jeffrey face down on the rack. She had his
hands stretched out in front and his legs in spreaders and cuffs.
With great precision she then proceeded to strap Jeffrey down
to the rack with the aid of many leather straps. When she was
finished Jeffrey could not move one muscle, he was totally helpless.
Dior left Jeffrey in this position for a while, taunting him
with how heavy she was going to discipline him. When she noticed
Jeffrey was sweating a great deal she thought it a good time
to release him and commence his discipline.
After his release Dior said, "I will let you choose the
canes Jeffrey, you will choose three. I intend giving you twenty
four with each cane".
To Dior's surprise, and to a degree, disappointment, Jeffrey
chose two thin canes and one thicker cane. In her opinion none
were terribly awesome. They would hurt, but not too severely.
After having had such a heavy chastisement delivered on her bottom
she was keen to reciprocate with one just as painful upon Jeffrey's
plump white cheeks.
Dior placed Jeffrey over the whipping bench, restrained him
and began giving him a warm up with her hand. Dior has strong
firm hands, each smack burning her handprint into his ever so
white skin. By the count of twelve Jeffrey was already feeling
uneasy, he was wriggling a great deal, his bottom warm and rosy
red.
"Stay still, you didn't see me wriggle around like that
did you slave?"
"No Mistress", Jeffrey replied in a pathetic manner.
She continued with the spanking, realising very early in the
piece Jeffrey was not going to be able to tolerate the level
of discipline he had hoped for, let alone what she had wanted
to administer to him.
Without referring to her slave Dior went over to the chosen
canes and selected the heavier of the three. She walked over
to Jeffrey showed him the cane, told him to kiss it lovingly,
and said she was about to administer his first stroke of twenty-four.
Jeffrey's body became very stiff. He had tensed his muscles,
he was shaking from head to toe.
With no time to waste Dior brought her first stroke down upon
his bottom with such force you could hear Jeffrey yell all over
the house.
"If you yell like that slave I will have to gag you."
"I'm sorry Mistress, you have a very strong arm".
"Might I remind you Jeffrey, you have also". Dior
then walked over in front of Jeffrey and bent over. She directed
him to kiss her bottom through her tights, knowing Jeffrey would
be able to feel the warmth of her bottom on his lips.
"So far you have only received one stroke, you have many
more to go."
Again Dior picked up the cane. Standing behind her slave,
she once again brought the cane down upon his cheeks with brutal
force.
"Two. You will count for me slave".
"Three," cried Jeffrey as the cane bit into his
bottom again.
"Four," he yelled even louder.
"Five," he could hardly take a breath.
"Six," the swishing of the cane was really quite
frightening.
"Seven," Jeffrey was now hardly audible.
"Eight - uuugh," he moaned.
Dior brought the ninth stroke down upon his already badly
marked cheeks. Jeffrey let out a haunting cry, his whole body
convulsing. He then slumped over the bench, as though there was
no life left in him.
Dior instantly knew he had orgasmed. Jeffrey didn't move for
a few minutes, Dior standing beside him motionless, waiting for
him to speak.
"Oh Dior, that was truly marvellous, you are wonderful,
I wish I could match your bravery."
Dior freed Jeffrey from his restraints and as they were tidying
the dungeon he asked her what she was going to be doing next.
"Oh, I have a personal slave coming in. I think after
all this I will have him fill the spa bath with some soothing
oils, and then give me a full body massage concentrating on my
sore bottom".
"Well Dior," Jeffrey said, I think that is the least
you deserve. I will see you again next time I'm in Sydney and
I'll bring my camera with me."
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