By the time I found myself standing at Mistresses door I was already hot with anticipation and anxiety of what was about to take place. When I was admitted by Mistress Poison I found myself standing before a beautiful young woman clothed in black leather, stockings and heels. She radiated both sensuality and dominance and I found myself feeling overwhelmed by Her vitality and power.
She immediately ordered me to kneel in Her presence. She then laid out the ground rules. i would be allowed a safe word. But should i prove worth to be one of Her slaves there would never again be a safe word. Also, there would never be any sex between us. As i was Her slave i did not deserve such pleasure. Mistress ordered me to slowly strip while She watched me. In that process i learned the difference between being naked and feeling naked. It is much more humiliating and degrading to feel naked than to simply be naked.
Then, Mistress examined me the way one would who was buying a pet. She placed a training collar around my neck and made me crawl behind her into a room with a carpet on the floor. i was ordered to lay on my back and place my arms straight up into the air. Mistress slipped leather mittens over my hands and tied them together so that i had no use of my hands. Then She tied a rope around my cock and balls and pulled it tight. i don't ever remember feeling so exposed and helpless and it felt absolutely erotic. She then placed my feet up on a bench and tied them to it so that my inner thighs were open to Her. Then She began to flog my thighs until they were sore and red.
Then She released my legs and handed me a pair of stockings and ordered me to put them on. She said that from now on i was to be trained to be one of Her sissy boys and that from this point on, any time i came to visit her i must wear a pair of stockings and that i should seriously consider getting myself a garter belt and a bra to go with them. She no longer wanted me to appear before her without them. And She told me that eventually i would be required to live in a tight and pretty corset as well. With stockings in place she made me walk up and down in front of her and asked me how the stockings felt as they rubbed together when i walked. To be honest i found them very arousing.
And because my cock and balls were still in bondage i found the feeling of tightness made me even more excited. Mistress said that when my body hair was removed the stockings would feel even more sensual. Mistress then tied me to an X-shaped cross to the point that i was completely unable to move. She then placed a gag in my mouth and attached clamps to my nipples and pulled on them until i yelled with the pain. But with the gag in place little sound actually escaped from me. Seeing my discomfort truly pleased Her and so She took an implement and began to run it all over my skin and it felt like they were being stabbed with hundreds of tiny needles. And every time i struggled to pull away from Her the tension on my nipples grew. i knew that i now belonged to Mistress. She could do whatever She wanted to me and there was nothing i could do about it. i found that the only response available to me was to surrender and to put my trust in my Mistress and to accept that whatever She wanted to do to me was for my own good. She told me that as i experienced more and more avenues of pain i would come to need it and to beg for it.
Finally, Mistress released my nipples from their clamps, removed the gag, untied me from the cross and ordered me to lie face down on a padded horse. She made me slid back so that my ass and my cock and balls hung over the edge. She then blindfolded me, placed a gag in my mouth and with leather straps tied me to the bench. She slowly rubbed Her hand over my ass in a gentle and arousing way. And with no warning She began to flog my ass. i could not move or yell or even see when the next stroke was coming. And to heighten my anticipation and anxiety even more She varied the timing of the strokes so i did not know when the next strike would come. i have never felt so powerless or so vulnerable. She simply kept telling me that as a sissy boy i needed to learn how to be disciplined and that this was just the beginning. In order to increase my level of tolerance in order to please Mistress i had to learn to endure much more interesting and painful forms of discipline. i had a long way to go before I would truly be worthy to stand before Her fully feminized and ready to serve Her as her sissy boy slave. She said that i would need to learn how to stand beside and behind Her and to anticipate Her needs. And that i should never look anyone in the eye. i was always to look only at people's crotches and to imagine my face tucked into them because that is all i was good for.
Once Mistress felt that i had begun to understand that i existed only to be trained by Her, She released me and forced me to kneel before Her and to kiss both of Her shoes and to express my gratitude for Her attention and Her willingness to free me from my masculinity and to help me find that feminine part of me that could truly be Her servant and Her slave. She said that the next time i came to see her She had this lovely chair to restrain me in so that She could continue to explore my tolerance for pain and to continue to bind me to Her as her obedient slave. i was then ordered to dress but before i was given permission to leave i was reminded that should i wish to meet with Her again i could only do so if i came dressed in feminine undergarments. And with that i was led out the door.
This was an experience i will never forget especially because it unleashed for me a desire that i did not know i had. i knew i was drawn to be dominated by a strong and vibrant woman, but i did not know that this desire was actually rooted in my desire to release the feminine nature within me. Mistress has helped me to see a whole new side to my personality and one that i am going to have to respond to if i am to feel whole again. For this i am deeply grateful to Mistress Poison, and hopeful that She will help me discover more about this part of myself. i am really looking forward to our next visit.
She immediately ordered me to kneel in Her presence. She then laid out the ground rules. i would be allowed a safe word. But should i prove worth to be one of Her slaves there would never again be a safe word. Also, there would never be any sex between us. As i was Her slave i did not deserve such pleasure. Mistress ordered me to slowly strip while She watched me. In that process i learned the difference between being naked and feeling naked. It is much more humiliating and degrading to feel naked than to simply be naked.
Then, Mistress examined me the way one would who was buying a pet. She placed a training collar around my neck and made me crawl behind her into a room with a carpet on the floor. i was ordered to lay on my back and place my arms straight up into the air. Mistress slipped leather mittens over my hands and tied them together so that i had no use of my hands. Then She tied a rope around my cock and balls and pulled it tight. i don't ever remember feeling so exposed and helpless and it felt absolutely erotic. She then placed my feet up on a bench and tied them to it so that my inner thighs were open to Her. Then She began to flog my thighs until they were sore and red.
Then She released my legs and handed me a pair of stockings and ordered me to put them on. She said that from now on i was to be trained to be one of Her sissy boys and that from this point on, any time i came to visit her i must wear a pair of stockings and that i should seriously consider getting myself a garter belt and a bra to go with them. She no longer wanted me to appear before her without them. And She told me that eventually i would be required to live in a tight and pretty corset as well. With stockings in place she made me walk up and down in front of her and asked me how the stockings felt as they rubbed together when i walked. To be honest i found them very arousing.
And because my cock and balls were still in bondage i found the feeling of tightness made me even more excited. Mistress said that when my body hair was removed the stockings would feel even more sensual. Mistress then tied me to an X-shaped cross to the point that i was completely unable to move. She then placed a gag in my mouth and attached clamps to my nipples and pulled on them until i yelled with the pain. But with the gag in place little sound actually escaped from me. Seeing my discomfort truly pleased Her and so She took an implement and began to run it all over my skin and it felt like they were being stabbed with hundreds of tiny needles. And every time i struggled to pull away from Her the tension on my nipples grew. i knew that i now belonged to Mistress. She could do whatever She wanted to me and there was nothing i could do about it. i found that the only response available to me was to surrender and to put my trust in my Mistress and to accept that whatever She wanted to do to me was for my own good. She told me that as i experienced more and more avenues of pain i would come to need it and to beg for it.
Finally, Mistress released my nipples from their clamps, removed the gag, untied me from the cross and ordered me to lie face down on a padded horse. She made me slid back so that my ass and my cock and balls hung over the edge. She then blindfolded me, placed a gag in my mouth and with leather straps tied me to the bench. She slowly rubbed Her hand over my ass in a gentle and arousing way. And with no warning She began to flog my ass. i could not move or yell or even see when the next stroke was coming. And to heighten my anticipation and anxiety even more She varied the timing of the strokes so i did not know when the next strike would come. i have never felt so powerless or so vulnerable. She simply kept telling me that as a sissy boy i needed to learn how to be disciplined and that this was just the beginning. In order to increase my level of tolerance in order to please Mistress i had to learn to endure much more interesting and painful forms of discipline. i had a long way to go before I would truly be worthy to stand before Her fully feminized and ready to serve Her as her sissy boy slave. She said that i would need to learn how to stand beside and behind Her and to anticipate Her needs. And that i should never look anyone in the eye. i was always to look only at people's crotches and to imagine my face tucked into them because that is all i was good for.
Once Mistress felt that i had begun to understand that i existed only to be trained by Her, She released me and forced me to kneel before Her and to kiss both of Her shoes and to express my gratitude for Her attention and Her willingness to free me from my masculinity and to help me find that feminine part of me that could truly be Her servant and Her slave. She said that the next time i came to see her She had this lovely chair to restrain me in so that She could continue to explore my tolerance for pain and to continue to bind me to Her as her obedient slave. i was then ordered to dress but before i was given permission to leave i was reminded that should i wish to meet with Her again i could only do so if i came dressed in feminine undergarments. And with that i was led out the door.
This was an experience i will never forget especially because it unleashed for me a desire that i did not know i had. i knew i was drawn to be dominated by a strong and vibrant woman, but i did not know that this desire was actually rooted in my desire to release the feminine nature within me. Mistress has helped me to see a whole new side to my personality and one that i am going to have to respond to if i am to feel whole again. For this i am deeply grateful to Mistress Poison, and hopeful that She will help me discover more about this part of myself. i am really looking forward to our next visit.
