Received 13th May 2009 -

Hi beautiful Mistress,

Your devoted slave, David, has to say wow!, .. and thank you for yesterday. As a novice I did not know quite what to expect but you soon relaxed me, conquered my nerves and expertly facilitated my total surrender to you.

Your excellent web site can only portray the technicalities of a session. It cannot explain the important reality: the way in which you captured my emotions as you rapidly took possession of my body, my mind, my soul.

By means of just the right balance of pleasure and pain you made me feel closer to you, more connected, than I have ever felt, even when making love to a woman. Unlike a conventional sexual encounter, there was no pressure on me to perform; just to respond. I learned that all that was needed was my total surrender to anything you wished to do to me, however painful. You seemed to get right inside my mind and make that surrender remarkably easy.

You created such a deep trust. I soon came to know that, in your hands, I could give myself over to pain without fear. I learned that real pain actually only comes from fear: pain inflicted by my mistress can only be pleasure. The pleasure became a mutual one enjoyed by Mistress as well as slave. The intimacy of that shared experience is somehow closer than anything I can ever remember finding in any other relationship. I never mentioned my age: I am 63 - but you ensured I departed feeling 40 years younger!

I will, of course, want to return to continue my training when an opportunity allows. Yesterday focused very much on my bum and my cock. The worst pain was also the best: that was when my penis felt like it was fucking a wasp! Perhaps the focus next time will be on my testicles. The ultimate surrender a newly initiated slave can make to his mistress is to place his balls completely at her mercy. I have learned that I may trust you with their complete ownership.

To conclude: I worship you as my mistress, I respect you totally as a woman, I am gladdened to know you as a wonderful human being.

Love and obediently yours,

David

P.S. Should you wish to use any of my thank you email as a testimonial then please do.

Received 18th May 2009 -

Dear Mistress Dometria,

A massive Thank You for our session on Friday, I have had the weekend to reflect and a chance to find the words I struggled to find during our session. I left in a slightly dreamy, dazed state feeling very relaxed and thoroughly used.

After a rush to get to the dungeon on time on Friday, I found you most welcoming at the door as you ushered me in and guided me down the stairs into your lair. My eyes adjusting to the light you took great care to see that I was comfortable, fetching water and endeavouring to find a little out about me. I should say at this point that the photos on your website, stunning though they are, did not prepare me for seeing you in the flesh - a stunning vision before me in shiny, skin-tight black latex. I hardly knew where to look. No, that's a lie! I knew exactly where to look, just not where to look first. Those legs, slim, shapely, toned leading up to a place I did not dare to imagine. Those breasts, simply magnificent, barely able to avoid spilling over the top of that stunning dress. A body to die for and arms, soft-skinned, yet strong and beautifully defined. Then up to your face, red lips and a mouth I would submit to forever, and finally those beautiful eyes searing into me with a hint of malevolence.

I tried to explain why I was there, gave some hints as to what I could handle, before finally giving up any semblance of control I might of had and simply asking you to do as you saw fit - as if you wouldn't anyway! I handed you the tribute in an envelope and followed your instructions to undress and place my things in a box, whilst you left me for a moment.

I stood there, naked as a baby, unsure where to put my hands and looked around what is a very well equipped dungeon - a frightening array of whips, ropes, cuffs, gags and other equipment I could scarcely imagine the use of. Plus a huge array of cocks, some fucking enormous! What had I let myself in for?

You soon returned, and beckoned me deeper into your lair, to inspect the 'pretty boy' slave. You came close to me, letting me smell your intoxicating perfume, running your hands and nails over my body and pressing your body against mine - my nervousness subsided and I quickly sprang to attention and was allowed to caress your gorgeous legs, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. You pushed me back against a pillar and cuffed my hands behind me, before tying some cord around my balls and cock and stepping back to inspect your new toy. Now I was vulnerable, hands cuffed behind me, exposed at the front and you explained how you were going to rape me, maybe inviting some friends to come and watch. I was finally going to be the little slut whore I had often fantasised about. Your whip quickly brought me back from my fantasy, slapping my hard cock, and I drew breath wondering how much of a whipping I was going to get, but it was very mild and did not hurt. You came close and told me you were going to fuck my arse, you spat in my mouth and demanded I swallow it, I task I did not mind.

Next you began unclipping something from the ceiling, and gradually I saw it to be a type of sling - I was soon uncuffed and brought over to the sling, and before long I was lying back suspended, my arms and legs cuffed, spread-eagled, exposed and vulnerable like never before - my legs lifted up and my arse exposed. You pulled some latex gloves on whilst giving me an evil grin before rubbing some gel into my arse and cock, what happened next I didn't expect. A vacuum pump over my cock began to swell me up larger than I could imagine, some amyl sent my head swimming and more pumping stretched my cock even more - you seemed pleased, and I was.

Not for long though, as you held up a choice of dildos and I chose the smaller one, convinced I would get the larger one but you were strangely merciful - first your gloved fingers worked into my hole easily overcoming any resistance and began to work my arse. Next you placed some electrics on my cock and unsure what to expect I felt some trepidation, but to keep my quiet you spat in my mouth again before shoving a ball gag in my mouth and secured it round the back of my head. At this point my imagination started to run away with me - nobody knew I was here and you could have done anything to me, I couldn't even have screamed for help. I felt a pulsing from the electrics round my dick and more amyl took me to a place I had never been, your fingers back in my rectum started massaging my prostate and I no longer cared what you did to me.

Then your strap-on went on and I felt its head pushing at my little slut hole - this was what I'd dreamed of yet I felt both scared and horny. You were soon inside me, fucking my arse and I started to enjoy it. Maybe, I seemed to be enjoying myself to much because you blindfolded me, and the fear came back. I winced as I felt something sharp at my nipples, then on my cock, before something larger replaced the cock in my arse - you were telling me how all your friends were going to come and see me fucked in the arse and degraded, the thought of that turns me on every time I think of it. Then you said that you would take me to a club, dressed in frilly knickers and pimp my arse to whoever wanted it - such a bad, wicked, cock-stiffening thought.

Now the tool in my arse was pumping hard against my prostate and cum was leaking from my dick, I could still feel something sharp being dragged across my body, my cock was still pulsing from the electrics and more amyl was spinning my head, the blindfold and different sensations all over my body were beginning to overwhelm me and you must have sensed this because suddenly it stopped. I had to breath as you removed that metal object from my arse and you gradually freed me from my suspension.

After checking I was ok, you had me on my knees worshiping your cock, and I did my best to do this well, as I had learnt before, running my tongue all the way up and down the shaft and trying to take as much of it in my mouth as possible before you permitted me to wank myself and finally cum in a delicious release. Of course, I had to clear up my mess, licking my fingers clean and wiping the floor, a task well worth paying for being allowed to cum before you.

I was now drained, in every way possible, and enjoyed a few moments in the shower recovering.

I can not remember our conversation after, but I know we had one, but I left in a blissful state, walking funny I'm sure, but without a care in the world. A sore arse reminded me of the incredible time I had had for the rest of the day and most of the next.

I hope that my next visit will not be too far away.

submissively Yours,

slave 'pretty boy' Jason

P.S . feel free to publish my words if you find them worthy