What follows is absolutely true. This is the journal of my subjugation (or dance into depravity if you will) by the beautiful dominant mistress, Mistress Dometria. She (who must be obeyed) transformed me from a submissive in imagination only into her slave and finally (like a caterpillar becoming a BDSM butterfly) her enforced feminised pain slut. I still cannot believe how she has moulded me (and continues to do so).
I always knew that I was different.
People ask me how I came to be Mistress Dometria's slutty whore. It is a long story, but one which I am proud to tell.
I am forty one years old and have been in vanilla relationships and even married. It was after the end of my marriage that I looked to respond to my fantasies. You see, I have always wanted to be dominated by a beautiful female goddess, and to have her do what she wants with me. Over the years I have seen a number of 'professional mistresses', but these have always been prostitutes with whips. Beautiful girls with nothing behind their eyes except the money. I wanted to be considered as a piece of furniture by a woman. Owned, used and developed by her.
From the first meeting Mistress Dometria was different.
I had looked at Mistress Dometria's website, and lusted after her athletic Greek Cypriot body. She was haughty, toned, tanned with an heir of superiority. She had a wonderful set of hips, thighs, legs, unbelievable tits, and the greatest expressive face with a petulant mischievous smile and eyes that you could be lost in. I was sold, or bought, I am not sure which. I was not sure that she would see me. It was clear that Mistress Dometria was an experienced Dominatrix.
I stammered as I spoke to Mistress Dometria for the first time. It all spilled out. I told her that I wanted to be dominated by a woman, and that I wanted to be owned by a dominant goddess. Mistress Dometria was cool and understanding in her response with humour and honesty. Mistress Dometria allayed my fears, normalising my kinks. She said to me "you know, we could have a lot of fun together". She understood that I had an itch that I needed to scratch. She told me as much, and laughed "and I love to scratch". She went on to say that I should meet her, and talk face to face about my fantasies. Mistress Dometria went on to say that she loved to train slaves, and she would treat me as such if I was prepared to be trained by her. Mistress Dometria told me that she was not in for the short ride, but loved to manage a slave in the long term. Mistress Dometria told me that all slaves required nurturing to fulfil their potential. She guaranteed that I would fulfil mine.
I first visited Mistress Dometria for a two hour session on 5th December 2008. None of the gazing at her website prepared me for meeting her in person. As she opened the door I gasped. This woman was extremely beautiful, and not ashamed to use it. She was an extravagance of beauty. perfectly formed with style and an open smile, she was better than I could have dreamed (and oh... how I had dreamed). Married to the body of a goddess, I was to learn that she had a keen intelligence and a sense of humour. She is an S&M angel.
Mistress Dometria smiled and said "I am glad you came. Come in". She got me down to her basement dungeon and explained that she would love to dominate me. Under the over head lights, she was more gorgeous than I had imagined. I became hard just at the sight of her. She was wearing a red PVC bra and hotpant set and red PVC 5 inch heeled boots that stood out fantastically smooth olive skin. With a pierced bellybutton with dragonfly jewellery, she was gorgeous. The tattoo, 'hot'n'sticky' on her belly was gorgeous, and described how I felt. I told her the same and she smiled, the full red lips prettily splitting her face. "I like tattoos" she said and arched a perfect eyebrow. She flicked her mane of deep black hair with a red streak and flashed me another pearly smile that made me melt.
Mistress Dometria showed my around her dungeon. The walls were bright red. Everywhere I looked there were S&M pictures, bondage equipment, whips canes, floggers and other equipment that I couldn't even identify.
There was a St Andrew's Cross, a sturdy whipping bench, stocks, a sling, a prison cell, a medical room and a small room just large enough to stand in with a metal door and a 'cock' letter box. Mistress Dometria took me back to the first area where she had me strip naked, which I did readily. There was a three foot neon sign with the legend 'Dometria'. "A slave bought me that" she smiled, clearly remembering a good slave. perhaps one day she will think of me like that I dared to think. On one wall there were shelves of shoes, all with killer heels. her shoes, a divine collection. I've never been a shoe fetishist, but after seeing that......I think that I could start.
Stripped and self conscious, I felt it only appropriate to get on my knees, head bowed to the floor. I was then given Mistress Dometria's manifesto. Mistress Dometria told me that any dominant/submissive relationship had to be a pairing of the two players. She told me that she could stretch and train me, but that she needed me to act and react, so that she knew how to treat me. Without my acting, it would be a sterile relationship, and would not be interesting for her (or me). We talked about my S&M experience (I've seen a few Mistresses over the years), and what I wanted to achieve. Mistress Dometria was both matter of fact, and engaging as I talked about my past. She was getting to know just what made me tick. She was witty and insightful. From the outset I knew that I was in the presence of an intelligent woman. I told her that I had left a vanilla relationship, and wanted to be a slave. Mistress Dometria told me that she would train me, and warned me that I would not believe the changes she would make.
"You are a blank canvas for your mistress. I will turn you into something special" she said. She then held me under the chin and kissed my cheek. I looked into her eyes, sparkling with flecks of light that never settled. I was hypnotised. Her smell was extraordinarily arousing. She smiled as she stroked my cheek. "So your training begins." she laughed, beaming a smile of pure pleasure.
Mistress Dometria was the picture of domination, as well as very sensual. Her pert tits strained at the red PVC bra, I thought that I could hear their attempts to get out. The smell of her olive skin was to die for. Mistress Dometria told me that any good domination was a relationship between the slave and the mistress. She told me that she wanted to get inside of my head and push my fantasies. She told me that to please her, I had to be a rubber ball for her to bounce off the dungeon walls.
She went on to say that without the ball, there is no game, and that for her, the interplay between slave and submissive was everything. It was clear that I had to be a major part of the situation, and that I needed to develop my submissive side as she coached me. "I will release you, and punish you, until you do not know which is which" she cooed. It was perhaps that phrase that made me moan internally. Mistress Dometria knew it. She raised my chin under her fist, and told me that she loved her slaves. I begged to be her slave. Mistress Dometria smiled and laughed. "Ok" she said. She walked away coolly, running her hands down the back of her wonderful thighs as I watched the ripple of her lithe and supple back, dropping my eyes over her wonderful hips, her peach of an ass down her athletically feminine legs. I groaned......
I spent the rest of the two hours being tested by my mistress. She strapped me to a whipping bench and told me that she would spank me. She started with a soft paddle, the warming effect on my ass was pleasant. "I am warming you up slave, you need to be prepared before you can take a real spanking" she informed me. It was clear that she wanted me to know why she was doing what she was.
Mistress Dometria is justly proud of her artistry. She told me that she would then use a tawse. That was definitely harder, but still not hard. After about 12 strokes Mistress asked "you're warmed up now, I think that you're ready for the cane, don't you?" I told her that I was. I heard the click of her heels skipping across the dungeon as she went to select a cane. "We'll start with a mild cane" she told me as she clicked back. I felt her hand on my warmed rump as she said " you have an ass just made to be caned" and laughed.
We had discussed limits. I had told Mistress Dometria that I could be marked and wanted to take as much punishment as I could bear. Mistress Dometria instructed "I want you to count for me". I clenched my ass waiting for the hit. Nothing came except the sound of whooshing as Mistress Dometria tested the cane through the air, then an astounding loud crack as she hit a piece of her padded dungeon furniture. I felt that I may soon regret my submissive bravado!!!!
Of course Mistress Dometria was making me wait. As an expert in the divine art of caning she knew that anticipation is important. I was quickly learning that for Mistress Dometria it is the whole experience. I could hear the music that played on her stereo, classical but strange. I didn't recognise it (was it Bartok), but it was perfect for the occasion.
"Ready?" "Yes Mistress Dometria".
WHACK!!!! The first hit stung more than I expected "One" I croaked.
"Ok?" "Yes Mistress Dometria".
WHACK!!!! The second hit just above. I arched my back. "Two". Again the sound of the cane cutting through the air.
WHACK!!!! The third hit the same spot as the first. I yelped. "Three".
WHACK!!!! The fourth was just below. I moved, before readjusting. "Four".
Mistress Dometria laughed and stroked the caned flesh. her touch was nirvana. "Good boy, just two more and six on the other cheek, ok?" "Yes Mistress Dometria", I was keen to impress her.
WHACK!!!! The fifth was agony. Between the first and the fourth."Five". "The skill in caning is all in the accuracy slave. You have to get the flex of the cane meeting the skin at exactly the right point, don't you think?" More laughter.
WHACK!!!! The sixth was a fair bit harder than the last, same position as the first. My leg left the bench and my head reared as I drew in breath "Six" letting out a hiss.
"Gooooood boy" Mistress Dometria cooed in a sweet tone that made me want to take more than I could stand. "Only six more before we change canes." I wasn't sure if she was joking or not.
There was a short hiatus whilst Mistress Dometria cut the air in the room to ribbons.
WHACK!!!! The seventh was as hard as the sixth, but Mistress Dometria had changed her position to expertly cane my other hapless cheek. Caning it seems is a lot like boxing, It's all about footwork. "Seven".
WHACK!!!! The eighth hit burned into me. "Eight".
WHACK!!!! The ninth had me bucking again. "Nine" I groaned. "Only three more" Mistress Dometria sweetly but commandingly informed.
WHACK!!!! The tenth had me breathing hard. "Ten".
WHACK!!!! The eleventh was straight out of the torturer's handbook. "OOOWWW!!!! Eleven".
WHACK!!!! The twelfth was the hardest by far. An example of how much harder it could be. I yelped and nearly took off even with the weight of the bench I was strapped to "Twelve....thank you Mistress Dometria" I cracked....broken.
I was unbuckled. I gingerly got off the bench and felt my ass. The welts were already raised. I had been caned before, and thought I could take a lot. Twelve from Mistress Dometria was excruciating. The accuracy and the...what was it.....the snap? I had never ever been caned like this before.
Mistress Dometria told me to have a drink of water, and I was grateful. She came close to me "You did well" she smiled. I said that I hadn't and that I thought I would be able to take more. Mistress Dometria dismissed this saying "You will take more, I can see that." She cocked her beautiful head and smiled knowingly at me.
Mistress Dometria looked at me appraisingly. "You have nice legs slave, I want to see them in fishnets" Mistress Dometria said.
"Next time you see me it will be in feminine underwear. You will present the receipts of the shops you have been to". As I sank into the floor, broken by Mistress Dometria I agreed.
It had long been my fantasy to be a TV slut. But how did Mistress Dometria know? I did not know it at the time, but Mistress Dometria had seen something in me that I had not seen myself. And I am very grateful to her for that.
Mistress Dometria explained that domination was a relationship. She did not want me to be a passive piece of meat, but to interact and grow as a submissive. "You will be my rubber ball, and I will enjoy bouncing you" she laughed. I understood that I would have to work hard to maintain this goddess's interest. I resolved to do so. Mistress Dometria has a wonderful sense of fun, which I have come to understand is central to BDSM. From the first session, with the spanking, Mistress Dometria made me laugh as she punished me. As she caned me she said that I would love it. How right she was. Nothing prepared me for the way that she spanked me; always checking that I was ok as she caned me, her enthsiasm pushing me on past what I had previously achieved.
After a short break we came to what I really wanted. To be fucked up the ass. Strapped down on her whipping bench ass in the air, she bantered with me, talking about her life, and mine, before spanking me. I felt at home with her, loving her chat; and wanting to remain on her bench for good. I felt at home.
Mistress Dometria strapped on her dildo and trotted round to show me, or so I thought. "Open" she commanded. I opened my mouth. With her hand gently under my chin she entered my mouth, slowly going in and out, deeper and deeper until I gagged. She started thrusting faster, encouraging me. I was just her toy, and she knew it.
Left gasping for breath, my face was stroked. As Mistress Dometria walked to my feet she ran a long nailed talon over my back and my ass and down my leg, digging in sharper occasionally and giggling. a dark yet feminine giggle that made me want her more than I thought possible.
I felt her lube me. The anticipation had me tingling.
As Mistress Dometria gently hummed to herself, clearly enjoying the moment of first taking me, I felt the head of the phallus start to stretch me. Nothing prepared me for what I felt. As my legs were tied I felt Mistress Dometria gradually get deeper and deeper into me. She asked if I was ok, and whether I could take more. I felt her hands on my hips. Without knowing it, I had been quite taut through anxiety. I relaxed. "that's better" my mistress said. She was in deeper, and regular, she started to speed up her motions. I felt her hair on my back as she leaned in and whispered "I will make you come". Mistress Dometria kept fucking me, she was responsive, when I tensed, she slowed down, when I opened up, well wow!!! is all I can say. Mistress Dometria played a bossanova on my ass with her strap on. She must have trained as a pilot. She definitely took me to heaven and back.
Mistress Dometria did make me come, but I wasn't prepared for it. I came from my ass, my prostrate went wild. At the same time I shot an ejection from my cock. My hamstrings shivered so much that if I wasn't tied I would have fallen over. "First time you've come through your ass?" my mistress said. I answered "yes".
I had not come like that since I was a teenager!!!!!! Mistress Dometria was great enough to compliment me for how I had 'developed'. She made sure I was ok before I left. OK! I was on seventh heaven.
After the session ended, we chatted about what I had liked, and what I wanted to do. I admitted that I wanted to be a TV slut. "wonderful!!!. We can do that" Mistress Dometria grinned. We laughed, and I knew that a new chapter was opening in my life. I cannot tell you how grateful I was. We hugged, and Mistress Dometria pecked my cheek before saying "see you soon" and raising her eyebrows over that Cheshire cat grin. She knew that I'd be back. I took a long last look at her beauty before I left, totally exhilarated.
After leaving, I had to sit in a cafe for an hour before I had come down enough to drive home. Mistress Dometria was so beautiful and athletic, so intuitive with domination. Was it a dream? No, I had the sore ass to prove it.
Mistress Dometria kept in touch with me by email. She was very clear though that my next stage of training would involve me being feminised, and advised me about what she wanted me to wear.....even down to the brand of perfume. She did this, I think, because she knew that I would be back as a regular playmate to be trained by her. To this day, I do not know how she knew, but she had seen something in me that I desperately wanted, and needed. As much as I needed her.
Princess's story Part 2
The next time I saw Mistress Dometria was on 6th March 2009. Knowing that I was going to be a TV whore, I had named myself 'Tina'.
I prepared for the session well. Mistress Dometria understood that the preparation that I would make would make the anticipation better. I had bought some 4 inch court shoes off the internet, as well as a wig and false breasts. I also went shopping for lingerie. She told me to buy a male chastity device. I did so, in neon pink. As I put the ring around my balls for the first time, and padlocked the cage around, I felt calm, owned, and proud to be chastised by my mistress. I went shopping wearing the device. I went on Saturday 21st Feb, so the shops would be busier (and thus my humiliation more complete) to Primark, Debenhams, M&S and Ann Summers. If asked if the lingerie was for me, I answered an honest 'yes'. This happened in Ann Summers. I also went to a pet store and in the shop tried on a collar, which I bought. Someone was watching me, and this was highly embarrassing (but fun). I got a complete body wax and had a colonic irrigation. I bought makeup at Boots. Visiting my owner (that is what she had become) is the summit of some preparation on my part, this is the respect that I show!! Mistress Dometria advised me to wear 'Chance' by Channel. I duly went out and bought some. It has a lovely clean feminine aroma, and I still wear it when dressed.
The big day arrived. From the start, Mistress Dometria had a humor that was all her own. She was dressed in black PVC hot pants and bra, with matching high heels. As we descended to the dungeon I could not take my eyes off her immaculately trained body. Statuesque and feminine with a movement as sweet as Molasses. Mistress Dometria has grace, beauty and style, and all in spades.
To start the session, we had a drink whilst I changed. I was wearing the black satin suspender belt, thong, black fishnet stockings under my male clothes. I added fingerless gloves, satin bra with breast forms, a long brunette wig and did my makeup. I had been practicing at home, and am able to achieve a very whorish look.
Mistress Dometria sat cross legged on a stool, watching me with an amused look. Her Amazonian breasts were like a ski slope above her taught belly, and down to legs that seemed endless. Her face was extraordinarily beautiful. Every time she smiled or smirked I twitched in response. Mistress told me that she would rename me 'Princess' as that was what she would make me. As I finished the look she had me parade myself, bend over, pose and generally feel like her whore (which of course I am).
I was not good walking in heels, but as I trotted around I learnt to take smaller steps as Mistress Dometria told me to keep my legs straight and hold my back straight. As I did so my hips naturally swung "I think the girl now has it" Mistress Dometria cooed.
We started the session with Mistress Dometria coolly in charge and obviously enjoying my embarrassment. We started with some foot worship. I gratefully fell to my knees, inhaling to take in the scent of her fantastically poised body. Once prone in my natural position I licked her shoes, soles and sucked her heels. My tongue was aching, but I was lost in the beauty of her petite feet and gorgeously suckable toes. Mistress Dometria was clearly in the mood to reward me. She bend over and told me to lick her ass. Her body was supple, like a willow, with taught muscles over a graceful frame. I know she works out, but really she has the body of a gazelle. As I licked the PVC on her perfect ass, the PVC like a second skin, I almost lost control. Mistress has a way of getting me into the zone. It is a zone I had never experienced with any other Domme, and when in the zone, she can really make or break me (and often does both).
I was allowed up, still on my knees. My gorgeous owner clicked with feline beauty over to the bench an patted the bench. 'Up' she commanded, as one would order a dog. I didn't actually bark 'woof' but I bounded over with tongue out like a dutiful hound.
I could see Mistress Dometria in the mirror as I felt the stockings and suspenders taught on my smooth legs. Mistress Dometria rested her slight weight on one exquisite hip, gloved hand at an extremely alluring angle. She tossed her gorgeous jet black hair and explained that she would not strap me down. She moved her feet. Her unbelievable body stretching as she knew I watched. I was teased and enthralled by her beauty. She told me that the rationale was that I had to learn to obey, and be still on the bench as she 'trained' me.
As I lay over the bench, dressed as a whore wondering what I had got myself into, Mistress Dometria warmed my ass with a paddle. I had learnt that this was preparation for a caning, one of Mistress Dometria's many fortes. I felt her gloved hand touch my body occasionally, positioning me to her demanding satisfaction.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" Mistress inquired in honeyed tones. She has a London accent, but it can be soft or hard (although it always makes me hard).
"Yes Mistress" I replied. At this point she was thoroughly in my head. Mistress Dometria with her flawless beauty and charismatic attitude owns any room that she walks into. In her domain, her ownership is on steroids. It was already understood, although unsaid that she owned me.
"Ready?" "Yes Mistress Dometria".
WHACK!!!! The first hit stung. But having been caned before, I was expecting it. "Good girl" Mistress said as I counted "One".
WHACK!!!! The second hit the same spot. "Two". My moved my ass up a bit, hoping for some relief with the next inevitable blow.
There was the sound of the cane cutting through the air as Mistress Dometria coolly commented " Aah the girl has moved". I heard her slightly readjust her impeccable high heeled feet.
WHACK!!!! The third blow came with much more force. I cried out and a foot came off the bench. It was in exactly the same spot, only much harder. "Three" I moaned. Mistress Dometria is expert with the cane. I had moved, she had understood why, and hit the same spot with more force. I knew then that she was building me up, and that I was helpless. In this bitch's humble opinion, Mistress Dometria is a little too expert with the cane, although I would never tell her that.
WHACK!!!! The fourth was just below. I bucked again exhaling noisily. "Four".
There was more swishing through the air. Mistress Dometria's heels clicked daintily over to the rack to change canes. "A heavier one Princess? You deserve it". She made it sound like a compliment, but I did not feel it was.
WHACK!!!! The fifth really hurt. Mistress Dometria laughed. "Good girl" she said in a low sugary voice. She then pinched the marked flesh gently. At the touch of her I dissolved, further into the zone.
WHACK!!!! The sixth was a bit lighter, but in the same spot, the fire went through me as I clenched my teeth. "Six" I howled.
WHACK!!!! The seventh was as hard as the sixth, but Mistress Dometria clearly had a change of heart. The next four came quickly as I strained before begging for a break.
All in all, I took forty. I thought that I wouldn't manage twenty. I have been caned before, but this was different. More accurate and harder, yet controlled. I knew that Mistress Dometria could do more. I would have to extend myself to let her totally unleash, Now Mistress Dometria has a way of making you want to grow to meet your own potential. Is it mind control? Of a sort yes. It is a clever mix of extreme beauty, frankness, humour and psychology.
After being caned, I was allowed to serve my mistress on my knees with her on a stool. She ran her blue nailed fingers through my hair and encouraged me, telling me that I could take more, and that I would. She gave me makeup tips. My face was within inches of that perfect body.
Now came what I really wanted. I wanted to be fucked by her with a strap on. It is the thing that that she knows I love. I have been fucked before, but never by someone so responsive, so forceful, so brilliant.
So it was that I was again over the bench. Mistress Dometria entered me gently before clasping both of those kissable hands around my hips. She readjusted my position telling me that she was finding my prostate, before increasing the force and speed of the thrust. I arched my back moaning " uh.....uh.....uh.uhhhh. yes mistress" as she dug deeper into me. At one point she leant into me to grip me under the chin. I felt her breath against my neck. My eyes were rolling into the lids in ecstasy as this Amazonian athlete fucked me until it felt like my back had no bone. She felt me melt and totally submit "Mistress can fuck you for hours my slut" she stated. She did not have to say that. I knew it.
I felt her strap on burrowing deeper, with precision towards my prostrate. I was sitting back in rhythm, matching her speed, sucking that strap on deeper with my ass. I bucked harder and harder, and Mistress Dometria did the same. There were tears in my eyes, but I wanted more. At the end Mistress Dometria picked up the speed, really hammering me as she laughed. Her finely toned body was all over me as I jerked up and came. Although in chastity, my own cum shot across me, some on my face, some hit the mirror. My ill fitting wig had come off. Mistress Dometria got off me laughing as I quivered with pleasure. She burst into laughter and stroked my cheek, saying "honey, I have just fucked your wig off".
I loved her humour, but resolved to be a better TV. I was allowed a couple of minutes to recover, my mind a whirl of ecstasy, before I had to get on my knees and lick my cum off the mirror "get used to the taste of cum Princess" I was instructed.
After the session we talked about my daily routine. I was to dress every evening, only in lingerie. The routine of my chastity was that I had to leave the keys at the office. In the morning, I could unlock it for the day, and when I got home, I washed my cock and balls, and then re locked the cage. In the first few weeks of chastity, Mistress Dometria would occasionally text me, ordering me to text her back with a photo of me in chastity. I always did so, and the texts were less often, as Mistress Dometria knew that I was obeying her (I wouldn't do anything else!!!!).
I wanted to be Mistress Dometria's slut more and more. I agreed to a three day session, to be really broken in by her. his happened on 13th, 14th and 15th May 2009. Mistress Dometria made it clear that I would suck cock, learn to be her dungeon assistant and be taken to a club as a TV. We also agreed that I would be filmed in session for her, to use as she felt fit (and boy is she a fit Mistress).
Princess's story Part 3
I had anticipated the slutty three days for ages. I had exchanged emails with Mistress Dometria to check what I was ok with (and with some pride I agreed to everything). I prepared well. I bought new clothes, lingerie, fetish clothes, shoes makeup and a couple of wigs. I researched the town, and booked into a local TV friendly hotel, and of course was in chastity well before the date. On a personal note, it was a gap between jobs. I was rewarding myself for the new job. I always find that I reward myself by seeing Mistress Dometria. I live to see her again, and have her weave her BDSM magic. She always makes me feel fantastic, and I cannot wait for more.
On the Tuesday evening, I booked into the hotel. There were a couple of TVs in the bar. I quickly went upstairs and dressed and came down to the bar. There I was able to drink and be a transvestite (albeit a very tarty one). The TVs were great, and they loved what I was doing, and I had fun with them, nothing sexual (I was pacing myself) but a lot of fun anyway.
Some of the following three days was filmed and can be seen on Mistress Dometria's website under her films 'Forced bi and tv clips'.
On the first day of the session when Mistress Dometria opened the door though, my breath was taken away. She wore a green sparkly outfit that a trapeze artist may have wore. Her ass, legs and tits looked fantastic. She was part athlete, part goddess, and part page three model. I groaned as I saw her. As she turned to see me, her face made my legs buckle. Beautiful yet dominant, black hair framing a gorgeous face with plump lips, large eyes (oh, I love those eyes). I have joked that she has eyes like spanners, one look and they make my nuts tighten! She also has high cheek bones and a lovely nose which flares sexily when she is particularly sadistic. With her athletic body and great tits I was not sure I could look at her without getting a hard on, which I knew, if I did, she would use mercilessly.
I was wearing black fishnets and basque when I arrived. I put on black PVC high heels, fishnet gloves and dog collar with a long blond wig and was heavily made up. I felt gorgeous.
I was taken inside the dungeon, and instantly put into bondage. I remained in bondage until Mistress Dometria needed to use me. When the punter came, Mr A, he was tied to the St Andrew's cross. I was brought out and made to film what happened next. Mistress Dometria had this slave as a ball busting slave. I filmed but could not believe as Mistress Dometria punched his balls, accurately and ruthlessly. Mistress clearly had boxing training, leading with a few left jabs before the right hand uppercut straight up to the balls. I was his relief. As he was punched to the point of no return, I kissed and sucked his cock, only to release him back to cock and ball torture. This lasted for 30 minutes, with four sessions of ballbusting. At the end Mistress Dometria licked her lips, her beautiful eyes transfixed on the scrotum that she was punishing.. Mr A groaned. She did the full boxing routine, ending with using his scrotum as a fast bag. Left, right, left right, left right, again and again until he begged for mercy. At this point Mistress Dometria had a sheen of sweat on her back. I longed to be allowed to lick it off, but it was not to be. She told me to suck the cock and bite the balls as she ordered me to take his full cock in my mouth.
Mistress Dometria knew that is was the first time that I had sucked cock. She also knew that I needed to be demeaned for her. I sucked his cock, taking the head in my lips and stroking it with my tongue. I wanked the cock sucking the head. I occasionally licked down the shaft, and at my mistress's command bit the scrotum. This was the first cock that I had sucked. As I sucked and licked, Mistress Dometria cooed in his ear that since he had taken the pain her slut would relieve it for him. I was surprised how easy it was (and how I loved it). Don't get me wrong, I am not gay, but I want to be a slut for Mistress Dometria. I wanked him until he came on the floor. This man was well known to Mistress Dometria and his spunk was safe, having been married for 30 years without 'playing away'. He came on the floor. Mistress Dometria told me to lick it up. I did so, taking the salty cum into my mouth. His cock tasted good, with that male musty flavor that I have come to love. This was all filmed for my humiliation (and for Mistress Dometria to release on her website).
I was her slut now. With the taste of cum still fresh in my mouth, Mistress Dometria gagged my and took me to a waiting chamber. I was placed in bondage, sitting down with my hands handcuffed high above my head. A butt plug was inserted in my ass, as Mistress giggled. I could not see her, but I could smell her. Peaches and cream. My cock got hard just smelling her, struggling in it's cage. I groaned, and Mistress Dometria laughed. "You poor slut" she said . Mistress Dometria stroked my face and told me that she would see me in an hour. I was enclosed in darkness while I could hear Mistress Dometria's next victim scream and beg for mercy. I awaited my fate.
After a couple of hours, my shoulders hurt, as did my thighs. Mistress Dometria uncuffed me. I leant my head against her muscular thigh. I wrapped my hands round it and kissed her soft skin. I begged to belong to her. Mistress Dometria knew that I was already hers. She took me through her dungeon, still feminised and made me get on the black leather covered spanking bench. Mistress Dometria wanted to humiliate me. She strapped on a 8 inch rubber dildo and came round to my face. I saw her beautiful olive body and melted. She knew this. Mistress Dometria pulled up my chin and told me to open my mouth. I did so, and she spat in my mouth. I swallowed, savouring her nectar. I looked at her wonderfully dominant face, haughty and sexy. I knew that I would do what she wanted. She slapped her strap on both of my ass cheeks and made me beg to be fucked like her whore. Without thinking I begged "please fuck me Mistress Dometria. Make me yours, and make me submissive, I will always serve you".
I felt Mistress Dometria's hands on my hips as she entered me. I felt Mistress Dometria fill me and make me whole. I fucked back on her dildo as she fucked me. I was her slut. I moaned and howled as she used me and teased me, changing the depth of her penetration and the speed to keep my on the brink of orgasm. Eventually, Mistress Dometria fucked me so hard that I came. I could feel the cum from my prostrate, up by balls and into my cock. Spunk shot out of me, at least three feet in front of me. I had never had a sexual experience that had moved me so much. Mistress Dometria stopped fucking me and ordered me to clean up my spunk. I licked up my spilt seed with my ass in the air, hoping for some attention. There was none from my goddess. She told me what time I had to appear the following day and dismissed me.
I walked to my hotel in full makeup and wearing a black skirt and a leopard print top. My hotel had been advertised as 'TV friendly' (which it was), but it was a 5 minute walk from Mistress Dometria's dungeon. All part of my humiliation!!!!!! Shaking, I checked in to my room. I slept well that night, waiting for my orders the following day.
The next day I was called back to the dungeon at 2pm. I had spent the morning bathing, shaving (a girl has got to be smooth) and applying foundation, mascara and eye makeup as well as blusher. I also painted my nails, only leaving the lipstick to do at the dungeon. I was wearing a red basque, as I knew that I was going to be filmed, and I wanted to stand out. I added the red PVC maid's dress and matching 5 inch heels at the dungeon.
My stomach flipped over on the way, hands in pockets to avoid detection by normal people!! (although being heavily made up did not help).
I walked to the dungeon in only lingerie, trousers, male shoes and an ankle length coat. Mistress Dometria was resplendent in a red PVC bra, hot pants and thigh length boots. her hair was tied back, which left her beautiful face and full smile open. Full lips, and a haughty sensuous smile. I was in heaven. As she came in, she was so gorgeous that I could feel pre-cum on my cock. I am sorry but the curve of her thighs, her wonderfully large but pert tits and cheeky mouth were better than any porn film that I had watched. I told her so. Mistress Dometria commented that I would star in my own porn film today as a cock sucker. I melted at the legs, wanting to do anything to please my Greek Cypriot Amazon.
Mistress Dometria's slave was brought in. He had brought fresh nettles to torture his cock and balls. I watched Mistress Dometria tie him naked to the St Andrew's Cross. She had me wank his (very large) cock. When it was hard, Mistress Dometria pulled back his foreskin. She had prepared a nettle cocktail, and she gently pulled the wet nettles over the head of his cock. The slave flinched. This did not stop her, as she ran the wet nettle (dipping in occasionally in the water) over the whole of his cock and balls. Mistress Dometria was really into it. Her tongue was out as she whispered to him "you can take more for me can't you?" He did, for a couple of minutes. After that Mistress Dometria had me wash his cock free of the nettle juice and have me suck him.
Mistress Dometria left him tied as she turned to me. I was strapped to her whipping bench, wearing only lingerie. Before I knew what was happening, Mistress Dometria cut a plug of ginger into a plug shape. She described that the placement of ginger in the ass was called 'figging'. It had it's roots in corporal punishment. In years gone by, ginger was placed in the ass to force the unfortunate victim to make them stick their ass out ready for caning. If they did not, the ginger burned their ass.
Mistress Dometria went to say that ginger was inserted into horse's rectums to make them run faster, and was banned in horse racing as cruel. As Mistress Dometria spoke it occurred to me that for her, domination was not a hobby, but an art form. She researched her chosen path like a master's student, and as her submissive, I was benefiting (I think!!!!!). The ginger was placed up my ass. It burned!!!!! The effect was to make me hold my cheeks out while Mistress Dometria caned me. I held my cheeks out whist Mistress Dometria flexed her cane. She had told me that with historical precedent, I would receive the full judicial twelve strokes.
The first six stokes were ok, but painful. I breathed out between each, fortifying myself for what was to come. But as Mistress Dometria warmed up, the pain seared through my body. Each stroke was pushing me to my limit. But I knew that to beg for mercy would make me her bitch. After twelve I thought that I couldn't take any more. Mistress Dometria stroked my ass to relieve the pain. She told me that she could give the pain or relieve it as she wished. She was right. She then theatrically, with a superior smile over her beautiful face, drew out 'the dragon'; a thick cane. She made me kiss it before giving me a judicial twelve strokes. At the end I was begging for mercy, and begging to be used as Mistress Dometria's slut. Mistress Dometria laughed. She gave me another six strokes for good measure, and as I was tied she came round to me. All I could see was her beautiful legs, muscular and strong. She crouched and stroked my hair. "You haven't taken much" she cooed. "you will take more for me soon." Her face was an inch from mine. I could not believe that a woman this beautiful could give so much pain. But I resolved to learn to take all she had. She owned me.
Mistress Dometria unstrapped me, removed the ginger, and had me kneel in front of the guy on the cross. This guy's cock was large, with some girth. Mistress Dometria wanked it and slapped me about the face with it. She then said "suck it Princess". As I swallowed the head and licked the shaft, Mistress Dometria said "I know that it's a jaw breaker, but you'll have to get used to it". I sucked him and he got even harder. I wanted him to come for me, as my mistress watched. Mistress Dometria had me come off so that she could wank him. She put clamps on his nipples and had me suck him again. I could feel that he was about to come when Mistress Dometria made me come off. She had me lie on the floor and her slave sit across me and wank. He came across my basque, throat and face. Mistress Dometria made me rub the cum into my face. She told me that I was having a facial. As I rubbed the cum into my face, I looked at my goddess. She smiled benevolently at me. I had pleased her!!! As she moved her weight from one leg to another, I saw her toned legs ripple. I longed to have her thighs around my neck. She turned around and I saw her taught ass in red hot pants, looking as good as a peach. I longed to kiss, lick and bite it!!! The image of the most beautiful woman in the world in red is burnt on my brain. She stood over me and pulled her bra down, to show me her magnificent breasts. She knew what she was doing to me. She was making me want to do anything to please her. And I knew that I would!!!
Again this session was filmed, and can be bought from Mistress Dometria's website. It is 'Forced bi and TV clips', clip 6 and 7. Mistress Dometria told me that she was taking me out to a club, dressed as her slut. I groaned. It would be totally humiliating, but then again........that is exactly what she wanted. I had fantasized about going out dressed but never done it. As always, Mistress Dometria read my wishes and acted on them.
Going out was very humiliating, but I had Mistress Dometria at my side. She gave me the strength to do it, and I love her for that.
What happened that evening? Read on.
Mistress Dometria took me out on my first 'dressed' outing to a nightclub. As I dressed in fishnets, black knee length skirt and leopard print top, with 3 inch court heels, I was both scared and excited.
Two of Mistress Dometria's friends arrived. A gay couple. They were both gorgeous. We got a taxi to a nearby bar first. Mistress Dometria, was dressed in tight jeans, and a black top that really showed off her tits. She looked like a page three model, but her aquiline features displayed a sharp intelligence and humour that glamour models do not have. As I breathed her in I wondered 'was she the most beautiful mistress?' The answer was a firm 'yes'. She took me to the bar, gentle as she knew that it was my first day 'out'. As we drank our drinks, I relaxed. I was the only TV in the bar, but nobody paid me any mind (sadly).
We went into the club. It was on three levels, all were dark with good dance music. Mistress Dometria quickly met friends who oh'd and ah'd over me as her new sissy slut. Quickly though, they went back to talking to Mistress Dometria. I went to the (female) toilets, and re-applied my lipstick. After a couple of drinks, Mistress Dometria came over and took my hand, leading me into the middle of the dance floor. As she shed my coat and handbag, I was released.
I danced with her for a couple of tracks. Against her olive skin and toned body I was panting!! At one point, as she stood on a stair, I went to my knees in front of her. Mistress Dometria rewarded me with a flash of her ivory teeth and pushed her long hair to show an ear that I would die to nibble. She gyrated in front of my. I was dizzy by the sight of her. We retreated back to our seats. Quickly guys danced round my goddess, as she had all the skills of a Latin dancer.
Mistress Dometria came back to the table, laughing, obviously having fun. She whispered in my ear that I could only have either a pink or blue cocktail, anything sissy. As she whispered in my ear, I felt hot. I asked if any of her friends wanted a drink and left for the bar. Mistress Dometria called me back and removed my coat. I went to the bar in skirt, top and fishnets. I ordered the drinks with about 15 people at the bar. For myself I said that I wanted a 'Slow comfortable screw'. As it was delivered, the barman (very hot) told me that dressed how I was, I would probably get one. I blushed.
The evening went on. At one point, dancing with Mistress Dometria, we were joined by a lovely guy. He danced with me a lot, feeling my ass and my false tits. I looked over at Mistress Dometria and she shook her head. When we broke for a drink, she told me that as a first time out she would not let me be used. She stroked me under the chin and said "but next time, I will have you used". Her smile was golden. Knowing, caring and dominating. I knew that she was enjoying 'breaking me in', and I only wanted to please her.
The rest of the evening was good. I got used to going to the bar for drinks and being more feminine. As the night went on, I was getting more looks (although not as many as Mistress Dometria). In the end, we got a taxi back to Mistress Dometria's. She invited me in, and we had coffee. Mistress Dometria talked to me as a girl would to a girlfriend. She was beautiful, intelligent, engaging and sexy. I could not imagine that she was more beautiful than on the dance floor, but in cool, warm candlelight her cheekbones shone, and I was again weak at the knees. As she let me out she asked "have you enjoyed tonight?" As I nodded, she added "good, I have some phone numbers of guys who want to fuck you. Next time I take you out, it will be in a more revealing outfit."
Although fully dressed, I almost skipped back to my hotel. I was so happy!!!!! By this point I was well known to the staff. As I got my key, the woman who had checked me in asked if I had "had a good night?". I answered that I had the best possible night. She smiled and answered that, even so, I was still alone. I answered that I was never alone. I knew in my heart that with Mistress Dometria as my mistress I never would be.
The next day, I was down in the dungeon again. Mistress Dometria had one of her regulars. Again this was filmed. It is 'Forced bi and TV clips', clip 8.
He was called 'slutboy'. He was young, good looking and wearing black PVC platform boots, and black PVC hot pants. Mistress had me strap him on his back to her 'work bench'. Once he was strapped in I stroked his cock through his pants. I then sucked his nipples, leaving lipstick rings. "That's a nice colour" Mistress commented "what is it? cock suck red?" She giggled. I unzipped his hotpants and released his gorgeous cock. I kissed it and stroked it. Well I thought that he should have some pleasure before the pain!
Mistress Dometria began her work. She tortured his cock and balls. I could hardly watch as she ran spiked wheels on his cock. He bucked and moaned, but was powerless against her. Mistress Dometria asked me to get a very large monkey wrench. It was heavy. I got it for her. Mistress Dometria had tied a string around his cock and balls to make them stand out. She then spanked his balls with her hand. His cock was hard, and he was moaning in ecstasy.
As I handed Mistress Dometria the monkey wrench, I was again rewarded with her enigmatic smile. She attached around a testicle and slowly tightened it. The process took about ten minutes. As I filmed it (it can be bought from Mistress Dometria's website) I winced. Slutboy took a massive amount of pain. At times he screamed and Mistress Dometria paused to give him time to regain strength. She wooed him, telling him that he could take more for him. She had me hold the wrench as she went round to his face and stroked his cheek. This is her brilliance. She is both the torturer and the saviour. As I watched her wonderfully toned body, I marvelled at her thighs, tight ass, washboard stomach and pert large tits; not only did I melt, but I considered that in the training of her body, but in the training of her slaves, Mistress Dometria is a perfectionist.
After a relaxing break for slutboy, Mistress Dometria again tightened the wrench. Slutboy eventually asked for mercy (long after I thought his balls would burst). I had respect for him. Mistress Dometria pushed him, and he responded. She is able to push your boundaries, and getting you to go with her. The memories she leaves in her 'victims' are wonderful. It is always satisfying to go beyond your boundaries. Mistress Dometria does this with an intuitive knowledge of where you can go.
Mistress Dometria told me to relieve him. I sucked and wanked him tenderly as he had received vicious punishment. His cock was very hard. Eventually I was rewarded with the thick yoghurt of his cum. Mistress Dometria, who was filming this taunted me with a lick of her gorgeous lips, an arched eyebrow, and the question "good slut! Do you want a full time job?" Little did she know, I would have done anything to be her full time slut and maid (or maybe she knew).
After slutboy left, Mistress Dometria thanked me for being her slut and said with that beautiful smile that she would reward me. I was suspended on my back on a swing with my arms and legs tied. Mistress Dometria fucked my sissy ass. The beauty of this position was that I could see her Amazonian body as she fucked me. I was in heaven.
Mistress Dometria fucked me for 40 minutes. I groaned, I loved it, but still begged for mercy. When she eventually released me, I was breathless and completely in her power. I had seen Mistress Dometria break and remould her submissives. I knew that I was one of them. I swelled with pride. After three days where I had scarcely worn male clothes I was hooked into the TV slut lifestyle. I went back into 'normal' mode with gritted teeth.
Before I left I was called through to Mistress Dometria's office. I looked at the shelf. Amongst legal books were books about BDSM and human anatomy. This Mistress knows what she is doing. She was looking at the film on a laptop. She was wearing some very funky glasses, and much as I love Mistress Dometria in session, in those glasses, she was even hotter.
I was given a copy of the films and I crept away. I was the happiest person in the world (and the luckiest). We talked about tattoos and piercings. I agreed to get a Prince Albert and scrotum piercing. I did this in July 2009.
Princess's story Part 4
The next time I went to see Mistress Dometria was on 11th August 2009. Mistress Dometria had told me that as much that she loved using me as her sissy slut, she wanted to humiliate me in other ways.
I was instructed to get a dog mask, a water bowl and some dog toys. I was in black lingerie and thigh length boots. Mistress Dometria was resplendent in red pvc bra and hot pants. As she opened the door to me I nearly came. Mistress Dometria had so much flesh on display I physically shook. From her 5 inch heels, up her gorgeous legs and tight ass, to over her beautiful stomach and massive, pert tits, to her gorgeous face with it's wonderful smile and long black hair, she was the face of he beautiful mistress. Domination is in the mind, not the body, and Mistress Dometria has it in spades. For her, domination is not a hobby, it is a lifestyle. I knew that I was in for an experience that would define me.........as her submissive.
As I made myself up in her dungeon, Mistress Dometria watched. She had a smile like a cat that had the cream, flashing her pearly teeth at me. As I stood up, totally feminised for her, she asked me "what are you doing stood up? Get on all fours".
I got on all fours. I was quickly rewarded with a bit being put in my mouth, and blinkers put on my face. A blindfold was also put over me, as Mistress Dometria said coolly in my ear " I will guide you, you do not need to see". A horse tail butt-plug was inserted in my ass, and a posture collar to keep my head up was strapped around my neck. Mistress Dometria sat on my back, I could feel her muscular, toned legs astride me as she pulled her riding crop and used it on my ass. Mistress Dometria controlled my speed with my reins and the spurs attached to her red knee length boots. I was her pleasure pony.
"You could be a good pony, couldn't you Princess?" This was cooed into my ear with a cool sweetness as she ran her hand down my back. I smelled her musky, rich, feminine scent. I was high on her smell. It was peaches, orange blossom, but with something stronger and tangy. Maybe it was her attitude. Words cannot convey the arch of her back, the smile, the intelligence and her wonderful, cheeky attitude. Mistress Dometria is to die for!!! I was already her pony, and we both knew it.
Mistress Dometria stepped away in long lopping steps. Her ass in the red hotpants would have made most artists blind. The stiletto knee length red PVC boots formed the platform for her taught hamstrings, pouting buttocks, strong back and statuesque shoulders, under the swan like neck and face of a goddess. I didn't know whether I loved to watch her walk away or towards me. I just knew that I wanted to be there for either.
It is fair to say that I entered the slave zone, where I just did her bidding. I was used as her pony for about 20 minutes, working to her directions from the pull on the reins, the spurs and the crop. I began to appreciate her choice, I didn't need to see. I needed to give all control over to my mistress. The bit in my mouth was tight, and a pull in any direction made me react as desired. I trusted Mistress Dometria, and I would work for her. I learnt to do tricks for her, as her pony and loved it when she stroked me down afterwards. I was photographed as her pony, for her website and for blackmail.
What I wasn't prepared for was being fucked at this point. Mistress Dometria put a massive strap-on on and fucked me hard. She held the reins tight as she did so. I moaned through the bit, and Mistress Dometria held the reins tighter, and continued to use me. I sighed and resigned myself to being used for Mistress Dometria. However, Mistress Dometria works out. She used me for 30 minutes before she felt that I had been suitably subservient. I begged for mercy, but she carried on. I was broken by her.
After I was her pony, I was again her slut. Feeling slutty in back fishnets and lingerie, I acquiesced to Mistress Dometria's demands. She put me over her whipping bench, strapped me down, and caned me. I received 40 strokes. Can I say that Mistress Dometria loves caning and puts all of her effort into caning, At 10 strokes I was gasping for air. At 20 I screwed up my eyes in pain. Mistress Dometria knew this, she teased me by whipping the cane through the air. Tied down tight, I could only hear the whoosh of the cane through the air. Mistress Dometria knelt close. I could see the ski slope of her magnificent breasts and the long loping legs. She whispered in my ear "You can take more Princess, can't you?" I begged for more, her breath on my ear; and her wonderful scent, the scent of dominance pushed me through the pain. I wanted to do anything to please my mistress.
After the fast ten to take me to thirty, Mistress Dometria gave me a break, but still strapped to her whipping bench. After a couple of minutes, Mistress Dometria put the cane back in it's stand. She selected another cane. This one was the dragon. Mistress Dometria showed it to me. It was about 80 centimeters long and had the diameter of a five pence piece. Mistress Dometria laughed as she whooshed it through the air. I didn't like the sound of it at all. I think the hair on my slutty wig parted as Mistress Dometria waved it near me. "Now Princess, the first cut is the deepest" she said. I wasn't prepared for the pain of the dragon even though I had experienced it before.
After the first three, I was crying. Mistress Dometria stroked my ass, and cooed into my ear that I could 'take the rest'. I know that I agreed for this goddess to push me, but my hamstrings were quivering, and I was at the end. Mistress Dometria told me that I could be promoted with a few more stripes. I felt her gorgeous hair over my shoulder as she returned to beat me.
I will not return to describe the last few hits........but I can only describe lying on the floor, begging to be allowed to stay as her slut. Mistress Dometria stood over me in a pose of complete domination, her olive skinned body twisting as she lent her weight from one five inch heel to another. It was like watching an artist move the painting through the light. Imagine the Mona Lisa smile on the body of the Venus de Milo. On steroids!!!!!! "I might keep you", she said, "If you please me". Mistress Dometria pulled up on my collar, and told me told me to open my mouth. I did so, and she spat in my mouth. I was so grateful to receive my mistress's fluid that I came.
Mistress Dometria saw that I had cum even though my cock was in it's pink chastity cage, and made me lick it off the floor. She watched me lick my spunk as she arched her back. The full athlectic greek cypriot toned body was on display. I would agree to anything to be owned by her.
I finished licking up my own spunk (well I had licked up others). "Good doggie" she said. Mistress then made her into her pooch. A doggie mask was placed on my face, and I was ordered to beg. I knelt up, putting out my front 'paws' in front of me. With my tongue out, I whined and begged. Mistress Dometria laughed, and told me to get on all fours. I did so, as Mistress Dometria went to the other side of the dungeon. She came back with a butt plug. On the end was a doggie tail. She inserted it into me. As she stood back to admire her handy work, she pouted her beautiful, full crimson lips. She walked over and reached for her mobile, and gave me a sexy wink as she dialled. I heard her say "Hi it's me...............yes...............do you want to come over, I've got a new puppy...........yes that'll be fine, see you then".
Over the next half an hour, I was put through my paces. I begged, I played dead, I wagged my tail, I drank water from a bowl, and we played fetch with a dog toy. I was rewarded with Mistress Dometria's winning smile, her giggles, claps and encouragement. After a while, the door bell rang. " Go to your corner Mistress commanded. I whined, and went to the appointed corner. Two guys came in. They had expected to see a new puppy. Their eyes were on stalks as they saw me in black suspenders, stockings, basque, dog mask and collar.
As I fetched, rolled and was stroked (panting with my tongue out), they were transfixed. I looked at thyem. One guy had only disbelief that anyone would allow themselves to be humiliated like I was being. I did not care!!! I was serving my mistress!!!!!! I have to say that I totally got into the part, barking and sniffing crotches. At one point when returning a throw toy to Mistress Dometria I did not release it, and as she pulled I growled. "Bad dog!!!" she shouted as she hit me over the nose and told me to lie. I did so whimpering. After five minutes, the guys left laughing heavily at me. Mistress Dometria was hooting with laughter at my humiliation. She called me to her, and I sat as a naughty puppy would. She grabbed me under the chin and said "Good doggy, mistress is pleased with you". She respected the total debasement that I had given. She arched an eyebrow and curled a lip. My Mistress has such an expressive face. She should never play poker. "I have big plans for you" she said. Then " Open your mouth". She spat into my mouth. I savour anything from my Mistress and her spit is no exception. It is like champagne
I thought that I was finished, but I was wrong. I was led through to the kitchen on a lead. Mistress Dometria had me sit as she sat on a low stool, her olive skin straining against a red PVC hotpants and matching bra. She chuckled me under my chin and pouted. She treated me like a lovable puppy. As she stroked me and shook my chin she said "Who's my doggie?..... who's my gorgeous puppy?" "Doggie must be hungry" she said. She then pushed me off her (I had my hands on her thighs) like an over affectionate lapdog. Mistress Dometria went to the kitchen, and snapped her beautifully manicured fingers to bring me to heel. I was by her side as she opened some dog food into a bowl on the kitchen top. As she leant to put the dog bowl to the floor, I was awarded with the sight of her dark hair falling over her shoulders and a winning smile. After placing the bowl on the floor, she patted me on the head. I put my head down to the bowl, and started to eat. Actually the dog food was not that bad!! Like any tinned meat with gravy. After this, I was allowed to take off my tail (after a final wag!) and remove the mask.
I was given a drink of water (to wash down the dog food) and lead, still on all fours to the whipping bench. As I clambered up onto it, I was hard with anticipation in the chastity. Mistress Dometria strapped me to the bench. As she moved round me I glimpsed her skin straining against the red PVC. maybe it was only me, but she moved like a dancer; throwing shapes without trying. Her slim athletic body (beautiful as it was) could not match the beauty of her face; knowing and teasing at the same time. She tossed her long black hair over her shoulder, and pouted and smiled at the same time. Her lips were rosebuds.
As she leant forward with a shake that gave me a view of her gorgeous breasts, a cleavage that you could ski down (into a perfect valley), she said to me: -
"you have been my slut..........slave...............pony........ and doggie". She rolled these statements around her sensuous mouth, pulling in her cheeks under her high cheekbones and drinking me in through her perfect hazel eyes. Pools of loveliness they are, dark, but with flashes of green. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul. When Mistress Dometria smiled her perfect cheeks pulled up to her eyes. Her eyes are the window to my soul. My hamstrings quivered at her beauty.
Mistress Dometria bit her bottom lip and arched a quizzical eyebrow. I knew that her brain was moving, weighing me up. She shifted her weight from one haughty red PVC clad hip to the other, and moved into me. I felt the warmth of her body against me as she stroked me under the chin. I bucked with desire to please her.
Given the humiliation I had already had, I thought that I had nothing to lose, but I had not reckoned on my next humiliation. Although to many it may be a humiliation, to me it was a total reward. I would crawl over broken glass to receive this honour again.
Mistress Dometria removed her hotpants with her back to me. My tongue came out involuntarily. Could it be true? Was I going to be allowed to worship her majestic ass? I had longed for this since......well it felt since the last ice age at least. Mistres Dometria Got me to kneel and then turned around. Beautiful as her face and body is (and I can't describe how beautiful), I cannot describe the view of her sexuality (I'm being coy here). As she stood in total dominance over me she told me to put my head back. What happened next is unbelieveable. Mistress Dometria told me to open my mouth. She told me that she was going to do something that she did not do for everyone. My body thrilled.
Mistress Dometria leant into me, her perfect pussy on my mouth. She pissed into my mouth until I had a mouthful. I gargled it and swallowed the sweet nectar of my Mistress. And then she did it again, and again. Nectar Nirvana from the best Mistress in the world, bar none.
We finished the session and chatted as I took the makeup off. I had stated that I would like a few tattoos (I had none at this point). I wanted them to BDSM and TV slutty based. Mistress Dometria agreed with a knowing smile that it would be a good idea. We discussed ideas for the tattoos over email, and I committed myself.
Princess's story Part 5
The next time I went to see Mistress Dometria was on 16th December 2009. We had sent various emails, and this was the day that I was to be tattooed.
Mistress Dometria had told me that she knew a few tattooists, and that she would take me dressed to a tattoo parlour.
When the day came I had made the (now usual) preparations. Mistress Dometria greeted me with the customary smile that melted my bone marrow. She was dressed in red PVC bra, hotpants and knee length boots. I have never seen anyone so confident in their beauty, their domination and their skills. I drank her in with my eyes. Stunning is not the word. It is not even close.
I was already made up with slutty lingerie as I put my wig on, Leopard print top, PVC tight black mini-shirt and bondage lockable court shoes.
Mistress Dometria explained that as I was going to have hip tattoos, she would not be able to beat me. I thought 'yey', and then when I saw her smile I thought 'oh god'. She told me that it was time to 'branch out'.
I followed my owner to the room with the sling, tripping slightly as I watched the Swiss clock movement of her toned PVC clad hips rather than the floor. I was told to sit on the end of the sling and lean back. Of course I did so. Mistress Dometria stroked my fishnet stocking leg before stretching it out and manacling it stretched to the ceiling. She hummed and sang as she moved to my other leg and did the same. I was entranced by her singing. She has a great voice and can really hold a tune. I commented on it, and we discussed the backing singing that she had done (why had no decent manager made her a lead singer, eh?).
My hands were similarly treated. When I was adequately bound and helpless, Mistress Dometria said "you look very natural with your stilettos pointed to the ceiling" She laughed a beautiful laugh and flashed a brilliant toothed smile before angling her gorgeous head and brushing her raven mane from one side to another. She gave me a killer smile. I did not know what was coming, but felt that because I was not being caned, I could handle anything else.
I was wrong.
"We need to introduce you to electrics". Mistress Dometria flashed a smile at me. Gorgeous as her teeth are, her kaleidoscope eyes had it. I told mistress that I had experienced the violet wand before, and that it had done little for me. "Not this one" she laughed. Trust Mistress Dometria to have a turbocharged bit of kit.
Before she did despicable things to me, Mistress explained that she had sent the kit away to get a further revamping and increased power, "so it's better" she promised.
Just taking me out of chastity was clearly not enough. Mistress Dometria tied my bollocks off and then used a vacuum pump to pump up my cock until it was like a stick of rock. She called it 'cock candy in a jar' before she expertly tied it off.
Without the ability to move, I was subjected to the pin wheel. It was bad on the bollocks, but up the shaft and particularly over the naked head of the cock the pain was intense. I was screaming. Mistress Dometria was pissing herself laughing. She stated " oh Princess.....you do not know what is coming". Can I say for the record here that Mistress Dometria was happy and in her zone. From my experience, I do not like her happy. And if she is happy, can we not all have a warning?
She was right of course. I had no idea. As I looked over in bondage to the sublime form that was my owner, my eyes drank in the athletic body and raven mane. An unbelievable woman. I had seen the 'W W' tattoos on her ass cheeks. With her asshole it made 'Woman Of Wonder'. She was clearly that, and more.
With serious deliberation and looking down, Mistress Dometria's frowned face cracked into a smile as I took off in pain. With the first charge on my balls I felt that my balls were being barbecued. My whole body lifted off the sling. I cried "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH".
As the charge was withdrawn, I moaned for mercy. Mistress Dometria's response was that it was worse on piercings. I howled as Mistress Dometria took it to my scrotal piercing. Mistress Dometria changed the head of the wand to 'make it more focused'. She told me whilst laughing (and swinging my prone body) that she would reduce the charge but that she expected me to endure 30 seconds on the Prince Albert piercing.
As Mistress Dometria peeled back my foreskin, licking her lips and grinning at me, I felt like a fly trapped by a spider. She pouted as the Prince Albert was revealed, and flicked 1/2 inch away from the soon to be abused head of my cock. I moaned and begged to be released. "I am sorry whore, I've neglected you" she cooed as she pulled out a massive butt plug. With a lot of lube, a bit of moaning (and a lot of begging for mercy which was ignored) I was sporting the biggest butt plug that I had ever worn. Mistress Dometria was laughing, she could hardly stand up. In the dimmer lights her eyes flashed as if they were ultraviolet. Her skin rippled to make her sexier than ever. I just accepted it all (as the best time of my life).
I was not prepared for the pain of 30 seconds of the wand. It felt that my cock and bollocks were boiling. As Mistress Dometria slowly counted I added my own accompanied by screaming. I clenched all available muscles, but I was of course completely immobile. The louder I screamed, the more Mistress Dometria howled with laughter. After the 30 seconds of extreme agony Mistress Domertria relented. "You did very well my slut" she said still laughing.
She who must be obeyed came round to release my left hand from bondage. I thought I was going to be released, but that was not to be. Instead Mistress Dometria wrote something down on a piece of paper and folded it. She tilted her head sexily and smiled. My heart melted as much as she had melted my bollocks.
"Again we learn" Mistress laughed. She bore down on my savaged bollocks with the wand again, her face a study of controlled domination. My bollocks were crackling like a Geiger counter over uranium orchids. I clenched my teeth, and the more I clenched the more Mistress Dometria smiled. After what felt like an hour (it was only 20 seconds) I was forced to unfold the paper. "Pain" I read off the paper, "PAIN........PAIN" I screamed. Mistress Dometria relented.
As I was still breathing hard, Mistress Dometria wrote another note. With a full smile and sparkling eyes that you could drown in she said " this is the final one". She turned up the dial telling me it was 3/4 to full.
The pain was not to be believed. I stole myself and clenched my teeth, my muscles were all bunched. After ten seconds I could take no more.
I opened the paper it was blank "IT'S GOT NOTHING ON IT". I squealed.
"wrong answer" Mistress was laughing.
We went through this four times with me howling in pain for a slut's lifetime. After she finally turned off the power, Mistress Dometria had to sit down she was laughing so much. She told me that it was only 40 seconds. Mistress Dometria unstrapped my other arm and legs. I lay on the sling, totally spent. I watched her hips as she moved away, swinging with pure sex "come through when you are ready" she called.
After a couple of minutes I got off the sling. There is never total release for me with this siren. I understand that.
I was allowed to dress in the PVC miniskirt and top again. I was put back into chastity. But to be fair I was allowed to moisturise my war torn genitals first. I made myself up again, and then after a glass of wine and more chat (I didn't sit down, the pain in the heels was better than the pain in the chastity), we went to the tattoo parlour.
Before I went to Mistress Dometria's dungeon, I had worried about the tattoos. Understandably I had been side tracked by the experience that I had just had. At the top of the stairs Mistress Dometria checked that I was ok.
She whisked me to a busy tattoo parlour to see Dave. She had prepared them for the fact that I was an (unconvincing) TV and her property. As I sat in the waiting room with grungy bikers.............. no one batted an eyelid. I went behind the screen and met Dave, a very laid back bike guy. Mistress Dometria told him what we had agreed and told him that since I had no tattoos I was 'a blank canvas'.
Over the next hour and a half I was tattooed. So there I was, a heavily made up unconvincing TV dressed like a whore and led in on a leash. I bared my waxed flesh and had a heart tattooed on my left hip, a beautiful cat 'o' nine tails on my right hip and a pair of handcuffs on the small of my back. We chatted, had coffee, Mistress Dometria answered some texts and read a magazine. I had never been tattooed before, and frankly it tickled rather than hurt. Whilst I was getting tattooed, a few of the tattooists came around the screen to ask for different inks. I felt that they were just curious. They all said "Hi" and treated the situation as totally normal. I got totally into it.
After it was finished, and as I pulled the skirt down as far as it would go (just to the top of my suspendered stockings) and was paying without a thought, Mistress Dometria leant into me. "Good girl, remember deviant and proud" she smiled.
I still quote that. What my eloquent Mistress was telling me was that no one cared. It was my life. I think on that simple phrase often. She is right, and of course Mistress Dometria said it to help me grow. And as ever I am grateful to have such a fantastic mentor.
Through work stuff and other commitments I was not able to see Mistress Dometria for almost a year. We had chatted in that time and exchanged emails, but I missed what she could do for me.............much like you would miss a lung (or even a pair of lungs). That is in fact an accurate description. I needed to breathe.
I did not see Mistress Dometria until 7th October 2010. In my mind I had always fantasised about her body, and her dominant personality. In my head, as I couldn't see her, I had convinced myself that I could do without her. She was never that great....right? Who could be?
Mistress Dometria could be. That's who.
It was unbelievable.
I was wearing the usual fishnets and basque and partially made up as I entered the dungeon.
It was not just me who saw it. Mistress Dometria was more knowing, more beautiful and more dominant than I remembered. As I finished my blonde whore look, Mistress Dometria cracked any resolve with a smile and a shake of her longer raven locks........You are Dometria's..................you are Dometria's for life..........she said it without a word.
And I knew it.
We chatted, I do not remember about what. I apologise. I was drinking in her eyes, her lips, her chin, her smile, her cheeks, her hair and............my descent into oblivion.
Before long I was strapped to the bench. I did the usual deep breathing whilst trying to view the heaven that was my Mistress Dometria.
Unusually as I lent over the bench, I was fucked first. I was taken to heaven and begged for more. As I leant on the bench in ecstasy I felt Mistress Dometria's hair on my back "I'll give you more" she whispered, I wasn't prepared for more, as I came. Mistress Dometria strapped me to the bench with a serious 'come to bed' smirk I was expecting the worst, or the best.
She only did six with a light cane after warming me up. I was surprised. Can it be true? Can she have mellowed?
"You haven't seen my for a while baby" she said, running her long fingernails over my back. The words were sexy but burned. I apologised. I blamed work, girlfriends, boyfriends and Tony Blair and Gordon Brown, David Cameron and Nick Clegg.
"That's ok............as long as you know that you are mine". She cut through my responses.
I did know. I have known for some time.
Mistress Dometria snapped out "ok" she said "Twelve".
Mistress Dometria beat into me harder than I remembered. I begged after six and she stopped. "ok, a break" she said laughing.
I relaxed, still strapped.
Next thing I knew there was a clatter of feet on the stairs. Before I knew it there were a load of guys around me. "Relax" Mistress Dometria pouted. "A few tattooists". As I lay in shame, my ass was there as a canvas for the tattoos that Mistress Dometria wants next. They are a little more describing me as a TV whore than the last...........but I will do it. There were grunts of agreement from people and suggestions. I closed my eyes and pretended I wasn't there.
I was relieved when they left without me being fucked or sucking cock.
I wasn't relieved for long.
Mistress Dometria took me to the familiar sling and tied me in to make me totally immobile. I was surprised when she blindfolded me (and a bit pissed of at missing her bootilicous body and face).
I was left for a while with music. I heard the goddess's heels retreat. It wasn't classical the music....it wasn't jazz.......there were voices. It was druggy and made me relax.
Mistress Dometria's heels clicked back. She stroked my cheek and explained what was in store. She was going to do another first for me. She was going to fist me.
Now there is a lot of chat about fisting. Most of it is bollocks. Fisting is for the pro's.
Mistress Dometria was cool and calm. As she entered me I started breathing harder. "Relax girl" I was told. I did.
As she went deeper I could feel something extraordinary. I was so hot. I came.
Mistress Dometria keep going. I was moaning like anything, giving in totally. Totally blind, totally without control, and totally without care. Behind the blindfold I could see pictures and only hearing Mistress coax me on and the fantastic music, and I wanted more. She kept going, gently, knowing what she was doing.
Over what felt like a lifetime, I went to places that I have never been. In my youth I really partied hard but this release was much more extreme. As Mistress Dometria gently pushed, I shattered my soul.
This was the best experience in my life.
As Mistress Dometria pulled out gently, I died and was reborn......deviant and proud........just as Mistress Dometria had taught. I had come three times, but my mind was in so much ecstasy I did not remember. This happened over 20 minutes. Mistress Dometria told me.
I am sorry I can't recall it all. It was so intense, and so fantastic. Mistress Dometria had the mood. the lighting, the music extravagant but perfect.
I never thought that Mistress Dometria could take me to another plane. But she did. She is the most wonderful BDSM athlete, and I am a grateful slave.
We discussed it after. She was up into me to her well heeled elbow, and I had exploded. She asked me a few times if I was alright. I struggled to answer.
After I left, before driving home, I spent an hour in a coffee bar recovering. I looked at all the people coming and going. None of them would understand where I had been, they never could, and I laughed.
Remember 'Nothing Ventured And Nothing Gained'. It would be a shame to always wonder WHAT IF?