Adventures in Servitude

When Mistress Mercury enters the dungeon I always feel a lump in my throat for I know that during my time with her I will walk the tight rope between suffering and sensuality.

Each Mistress has her own style some more verbal, some more physical, but Mercury's style is sensual domination. As soon as the dungeon door opens and her silhouette is reflected on the floor I kneel up from slave position and begin my mantra:

"I am the property of Mistress Mercury,
I worship the ground she walks on,
I grovel in her presence,
I am here to serve her needs,
Accept her domination,
Obey Her orders
Fulfil Her desires"

"Lick" she says and I do greedily careful not to slobber on her boots. I have memorised her commands as she requested:

Lick!-lick her boots clean;
Follow or Heel!-crawl behind her;
Stand!-stand hands crossed at the back and eyes down;
Sit!- at her feet on my haunches;
Spread!- spread legs apart;
Spread wider! -legs apart hold bum cheeks apart;
Down!- down flat face on the floor;
Present!-present my privates for her inspection."

Like her trained dog I can now do them without thinking.

I always bring her a present. She likes to wear her latex cat suit, bought for her. It emphasises her curves in shiny black. I wear my chastity belt and she holds the key. She will decide to let my cock out of its steel tube when she sees fit. In the mean time she may ask me to wash her latex or give her a foot massage. One time she even allowed me to massage her back, but like a docile slave should be kept, she kept me locked in my belt. She also sends me up the street to buy her lunch.

A dose of corporal punishment is always included because, of course after all, it is always slave's fault, even if her day is bad before we meet. She has increased my pain tolerance til I can take the whip. I delight in trying to take the pain to show her how brave I am. A nice painful nice bruise always reminds me of my time with her, when I sit down over the following few days.

She is full of surprises and tests my limit at every session, opening me up to new experiences. Once she put me on the rack, blindfolded me and tortured my cock for an hour: the flogger, the pinwheel and vampire claws. As soon as my cock grew erect she would flog into submission to let it know she was its owner Another time she invited Mistress Maria to put me in suspension. It took almost half an hour til an intricate array of ropes encased my torso and I was suspended off the table. I was like her puppet on a string. The latex body suit I was wearing gave her complete access to my cock and arse , so she impaled me with her big black cock, like a black wasp penetrating me with her sting.

At another session she had Mistress Tahlia as her guest to demonstrate the proper use of a strap-on and to let Tahlia, the queen of verbal abuse, lash me with her tongue, then with her cane.

But at the end of the session it always goes the same way. She puts me up on the sling. My hands and feet are bound and I stare into the mirror on the ceiling looking up at my submissive self. Legs apart, I am totally relaxed and await my fate. It is either her fist or her big black strap-on that enters me, She always fucks me for a while. She likes to do this to emphasise her dominance over me and then, with her right hand, she strokes my cock until I explode.

"MISTRESS, I AM YOUR SLAVE!" I cry.

"YOU ARE MY SLAVE!" She replies "I OWN YOU!"

Of course she owns a part of me because I always find myself back at her feet.

But what you may ask, have I learnt from all this. That with the right Mistress and regular visits one can enjoy wonderful and powerful experiences. That no matter what takes place it is only a scene and nothing more. Finally, and most importantly, that latex beats leather by a mile!