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The pain and the suffering you put me through

As for some background, I'm a dominant and control freak in real life. These traits tend to follow me when it comes to play; although, I do have a sub side that I like to explore but not very frequently. I describe myself as a switch because I love the dynamic of swapping between the two. I've never really experienced a real BDSM scene other than vanilla play with past partners but nothing intense. Basically, it was just foreplay to provide some more kink. I've had several pro-domme experiences with mistresses but again on the vanilla side- blind-folds, restraints, and very mild whipping. The idea of going to a dungeon for another pro-domme session lingered in the back of my mind.

Of course I'm a creature of curiosity, so one day when I was in a kinky mindset, I began googling BDSM play, ideas for fantasy play, etc. I came across a website that I've visited on many other occasions. Since I was familiar with the site, I checked some of the newest media postings presented. After absorbing it all in, I knew I needed to set a session with one of the featured dommes. We exchanged some ideas on the play I wanted to experience and set a date.

Trust me, I was eagerly looking forward to this session. I had so many thoughts and scenes playing through my head as I wanted an awesome experience. My mindset was to walk into the dungeon with a complete open mind and let this sexy mistress do whatever she wanted.

When I walked into the play area, I was instantly put at ease (to begin with). My Madame was there with her friend. It was obvious to them given prior communication I was all over the place with what I wanted to experience. Let's be honest, one can be like a kid in a candy store trying to figure out what one wants. The two of them guided me into a decision on how to proceed while discussing rules and safe words. To be honest, I was so overwhelmed. I sort of lost track on what I decided. Regardless, I was bound and determined to let my master do unto me as I've never experienced before. Once we agreed on the scene, it was just me and my Madame.

She suggested that I get comfortable. The implied command was to get naked. Now, I'm not one who is shy about nudity or others seeing me, so it was an easy instruction to follow. Once naked and vulnerable, she directed me to my knees to grovel in front of her. She demanded my hands in order to put cuffs on them. Madam then led me to a place to stand where she strung me up to some chains hanging from the ceiling. My arms were above my head like a prisoner about to be tortured. My mistress then blindfolded me and directed no peaking. I did as told.

From there, I was flogged and whipped. By what? I had no clue. She then applied nipple clamps that pinched and were uncomfortable. My master continued with the whipping-- back, ass, legs. She would intermix the whippings with a feather feeling device to differentiate the pain from the for lack of better word pleasure. She then used some small wheeled tool to roll over my body. It felt like pin pricks. It was a sensation that I've never felt before. It was actually a refreshing experience. Yes, it provided discomfort but in a warped sense a pleasureful one. Mistress was done using me in this position, but before releasing me, she painfully yanked off the nipple clamps and demanded that I thank her as she uncuffed me.

Madam commanded me to lay stomach down on a pommel horse. From there, the session really got intense. She spent a good 20 minutes whipping, caning or using whatever implementation to beat my ass, back and legs. She stopped briefly to shove a beaded dildo in my ass. She would pull it in and out seeing how far she could get it in. After my mistress got bored with the ass play, she shoved it in and left in there. She returned to the intense impact play. She told me not to flinch. I tried my hardest to obey. It got the point where I would flinch in anticipation of her next whack on me. Madam told me she was going to leave her name marked on me as the ass whooping continued. Then, suddenly it was over. She yanked out the dildo and removed the blindfold. Well, I thought it was over. She then commanded me to clean up my mess by wiping down the tools she used on me, cleaning the pommel horse and picking up whatever she threw on the floor while abusing me. I was shocked at the number of implements used. It was close to a dozen if not more. Madame then took photos of the damage she did to me. Seeing the marks in the pics and from a mirror were shocking yet exciting. As a final act of domination, she made me kiss and lick her boot.

I'm not one really big into aftercare, so I don't really know if we actually had any. She did ask what I thought of the experience. I truthfully told her that is was much more intense than I expected. I mentioned that my goal was to let her do whatever she wanted. I confided in her that I was not about to use the safe word even though I was taking punishment I've never before experienced. She said that she could tell I was letting her push boundaries. She told me that she thought I was going to use the safe word. When I didn't, she said that she kept going and upped the intensity since she sensed I wanted it. Which, I did want. I explained to her that it was a cathartic experience to give up control and be used for her own devices.

Afterwards, we chatted about some future role playing scenarios. I asked her to send me the pics because I do want a souvenir. I also mentioned that I was more than game to be a subject for future media posts. The whole experience enthralled me. I purposefully made myself vulnerable. I grinned and bared it while the pain kept building and intensified. This was exhilarating knowing I was able to take it and enjoy it. In the end. I would say madame took my BDSM virginity. For that, I will be forever grateful. I'm looking forward to seeing her again. I've found my master/mistress/domme. That is if she thinks I'm worthy.