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I always approach the door of the Cleveland street
terrace with some trepidation and excitement. There is a pregnant pause
of waiting until the door opens and the receptionist, Christine, ushers
me into the waiting room. A strange sense of ease envelopes me once I
am inside and I relax somewhat, having been given a bourbon and coke.
The leather lounges are comfortable and I always admire the show of
implements in their glass cases... some easy to identify as dildos or
butt plugs; the utility of others is obscure and mysterious.
I have emailed Mistress Talia about my session before
arrival and after a few minutes She saunters into the room and sits
opposite. She is simply stunning to look at. She is dressed in a light
mauve latex cat suit with Her hair up. Her figure is that of a cat-walk
model and Her manner is compatible with this appearance: aloof, haughty
and matter of fact... perfect for the scene about to take place. I give
Her a small gift which She accepts without thanks... tribute from a
mere slave doesn't deserve Her comment! I inform Her my bowels are
almost empty and only a small enema is needed. 'Well then, I'll see you
upstairs shortly' She says.
I take my shower, dry myself and move to the main
dungeon. The vast array of dildos mounted on the wall, the masks, the
ropes, the whips, the rack and the sling remind one that this is a
place where women toy with men and surrender is the name of the game.
There is a wait before Mistress enters Her chamber to play. During this
time I watch at the door for Her to come up the stairs and at the same
time try and psychologically prepare myself for what is to come. I try
to let go of the layers of self control, as the more I give myself over
to the role play the more satisfaction we will achieve.
I hear Her footsteps on the stairs and rush to assume
slave position, face on the floor, naked on my knees. The sound of Her
boots against the slate and Her presence in the room arouses me and I
lift my head. 'Eyes to the floor slave!' She yells and I quickly look
down again.
'Now, spread those cheeks wide! I want to see if you've
cleaned yourself out and prepared yourself for me' I do as Mistress
commands and feel the delight of Mistress exploring my anus with Her
finger. The first rush of pleasure is electric. 'Very good slave.. I
will give you a small water enema only. You are to come straight back
after expelling it and showering yourself.'
I crawl back from the bathroom, a clean slave, prepared
for my Mistress, and knock on the door. 'Come in' She says and I crawl
to the centre of the room. 'What's that on your back slave?' 'A zit,
Mistress'. 'It's disgusting slave... can't you cover it up?' 'Sorry
Mistress'. 'When was the last time you were fucked slave?' 'Two weeks
ago Mistress' I murmur. 'Well you're in for a good fucking today slave
and you're not leaving here until I have got my full fist inside you,
do you hear!' Her words are music to my ears. 'Yes Mistress I know I
must please you!' After the overture of worshiping Her boots She raises
Her voice. 'Stand up!' She says. 'You're nothing but a hole to me to be
fucked and thrown away. I'm going to put this hood on to cover your
ugly face slave'. I feel the hood on my head. I love the
depersonalization it gives but I can still see what's going on. 'Spread
your legs. I'm going to put these big beads inside you to open you up
for later, in the mean time. I want to see if you are more than a fuck
hole. You're going to be my discipline-slave.' The feeling of the beads
inside me is exquisite. I feel so grateful to Mistress.
Mistress trusses me up in suspension, arms held in the
air, legs wide with the leg spreader, cock and scrotum tied. My
erection points upward in homage to Her as She begins with hand spanks
and works Her intensity up with a light whip and then the cane. She
delights in the sting of the implements on my skin and my whimpers of
pain as I try to take my beating from this superior being at the height
of Her sexual power. Occasionally, as if to taunt me.. She gently
caresses my buttocks with Her hands.
'Very well slave that's enough now put yourself in the
sling'. I am shocked that She wants to move to anal play so early then
realise She wants to do a lot of work with me this session and do as I
am told.
I am on my back, legs spread and tied to each suspension
cable, arms tied under my back and under the sling. I stare at the gimp
looking back at me in the mirror above my head. My obscene erection
reflects my excited mental state. She takes the beads out and I am left
loose and ready for Her. 'I have a big cock for you slave.' I feel its
well lubricated head on my anus as She gently pushes against my
resistance. Her cock is long and wide and soon I will be impaled upon
it.
Mistress Talia relishes Her job. A good Mistress
maintains the psychological edge as well as the physical. Her eyes are
in contact with mine as penetrates me. She understands that the slave's
mental submission is crucial to successful dominance. There is a sudden
shock as Her large black cock enters me and She gently thrusts forward.
'You love it you little slut' She chirps and She moves deeply inside
me. The rhythm of Her thrusts builds and soon I feel Her hips rocking
against my buttocks. I look up in the mirror at the unbelievable image.
Is this really me this is happening to? But then I give my mind to the
erotic submission and receive Her thrusts gratefully. The fucking goes
on for a while... She intermittently caresses my cock, but She needn't.
Its hardness affirms its owner's blissful state
Her fucking finally stops and She silently releases the
dildo from the strap-on harness and leaves it inside me. It is buried
in my arse, but this is just a prelude.
'Well slave' She says, 'let's see if you are ready for
Me'. She grins and removes the dildo. 'Crisco is a great lubricant for
fisting.' She rustles around beside me, putting on seemingly a
multitude of gloves with an especially long glove on Her right hand.
The web site says She enjoys fisting and I wonder how true it is.
It is hard to describe the way Her hand does its job but
She gently caresses my well lubricated anus with skilful circular
motions. Before I know it I feel one, two, then three fingers inside.
She looks at my face watching my reaction but I feel only pleasant
sexual sensations. She works Her way further inside as I try to relax
as much as possible and give myself to Her,
'Take a deep breath slave!' I breathe in and feel Her hand move further,
She pauses triumphantly... 'Slave my full hand is inside you up to the wrist'.
'Thank you Mistress' I respond.
'Now whenever you come and see me I am going to go
further inside you until eventually I will stretch you till my whole
arm fits inside'.
With that Mistress Talia spent considerable time inside
attempting to work Her fingers further and stretching me... at times it
was pleasure and at times uncomfortable but I received Her possession
gratefully as She had fulfilled my desire. She was careful to notice
any distress. Eventually She withdrew Her hand and inserted a large
butt plug inside me.
Mistress Talia stared at me regally. 'Slave today I only
got my hand into the first chamber but it is a start. I know you would
like to cum today with my hand inside you but I have other ideas. Which
is your masturbating hand?'
'My right, Mistress.'
With that She released my right-hand from the rope. She
climbed up and perched magnificently above me, standing on the sling. .
'Now start masturbating slave.'
I greedily grabbed my cock as commanded and stroked it
as Her warm golden fountain spurted all over my body. The sensation was
overwhelming so the ecstasy of my release came quickly.
I left Salon Kitty's that day as a slave who would be forever grateful to the wonderful Mistress Talia.
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