Now that the end (ish) of the lockdown is nigh… I want to start sessions again. But in order to do this safely there will be a few changes to how I function, but also some opportunities for those who are strapped for cash because of this crazy situation W/we are all in.
Welcome to NEMISIS DAY. This is a day that I will choose every month till the end of the year where I offer sessions at lower prices. Firstly I want to point out that these prices are only available on NEMISIS DAY only because I do not live in London and bunching up sessions like this to one day will help Me keep the costs of travel etc down. I will not be taking latex requests as this takes up more time and cost for the maintenence of My latex, so I will be wearing whatever I want, which will likely be leather trousers and a vest.
“Gothika the Familiar pt2” Click here for full video.
The other difference from regular sessions are the activites, I will be doing during NEMISIS DAY… there are no exceptions to this rule.
This session was a complete surprise. I had been chatting with Lady Wolf and Mistress Absolute in their fantastic dungeon venue – Arch Nemesis – when out of the blue the former told me to go and count the needle stock. When in the presence of the two finest Dominatrix in London you do as you’re told. I reported back that there were 370. “Perfect”, Lady Wolf said.
Within a few minutes I found myself tied and strapped to their medical bench and then left alone. The lights went out, the eerie drum and bass started and not one but two Anubis arrived and stood either side of me staring quizzically and menacingly. I’d had a chance to put two and two together and arrived at 370. My body was swabbed and the two apparitions set to work with the needles mirroring each other’s moves.
I like needle play, sort of, depending on where they finish up (see below!), but one thing always happens and that is that I go utterly gaga. The first few hurt a lot but as the endorphins kick in things change. I vaguely remember a conversation about lidos, biblioteques and waterproof books conducted in intergalactic languages (just don’t ask because there is no sane answer). While this was going on my upper body was being decorated with around seventy needles of various gauges. That wasn’t too bad to deal with apart from the two needles positioned through my nipples to which I screamed just about louder than I have ever before. However, it was when I became aware of activity in my nether regions, along with lots of fiendish sounds from my captors, that I started to get really nervous.
To cut a long story short, I finished up with three dainty red buttons sutured to my cock anchored by half a dozen staples and a dozen further needles in the vicinity to complete the decoration. It really did look very pretty. Oh, and did I mention the fun needles place through the tip of my dick and scrotum to which I might also have cried like a baby? I really have no memory because I was on another planet by then. One occupied by two exceptionally skilled Mistresses who had been ‘kind’ – no wait – generous enough to give me an anniversary to remember. I was spared the full 370 needle tariff but I managed around 130 before throwing the towel.
In all seriousness, I was thrilled that Lady Wolf and Mistress Absolute had given me this double session and grateful for the consummate skill and care they showed me, as indeed they always do. They are frequently available for double sessions and a respectful request will, I am sure, elicit a favourable response. So do yourselves a favour and make an enquiry.
Celebrating One Year serving Queen of Wolves. Pt. 1
As part of celebrating one year of serving Queen of Wolves a special appearance was made by Anubis – the Egyptian deity recognisable by the jackal head. Big black eyes and long ears sitting atop a slim body clad in black, skin tight, shiny latex and polished knee high boots. A truly wonderful visual apparition.
Anubis said nothing but pointed at the fucking sling indicating that I remove my clothes and position myself accordingly. My legs were put into stirrups high above my waist leaving me vulnerable with butt fully exposed. I knew I was going to be probed and watched with trepidation as Anubis got into her harness and positioned the dildo that was going to explore me. My ass was lubricated and the cock pushed straight in, full length. There was a pause, black eyes staring into mine and without braking gaze Anubis started fucking me hard.
Lady Wolf is exceptionally good at strapon and has taken me on many memorable rides; I can’t begin to tell you how good it feels. This time it went to new level. The Anubis look and attitude brought a weird, genderless vibe to the scene. I knew, of course, that behind the mask was Lady Wolf, but quickly forgot this and was drawn into a surreal world of alien beings supplemented by chaotic nerve jangling music. My body responded to the stimulus in all the usual ways and in an odd rapture I heard myself pleading with the dark creature to take me harder and deeper. I was in full butt-slut mode.
Some time later when utterly wasted and exhausted the probing ceased and I lay on the sling trying to catch my breath but savouring the internal sensations following the pounding I had received, but Anubis was not yet done with me. She positioned a fucking machine such that it would continue the anal assault. The machine is capable of delivering a slow sensual experience all the way up to a 120 strokes per minute intense ass fucking and I was tested on all levels for a further period until I was wrecked.
This session was epic! Let’s just say that walking was a bit of a problem when Lady Wolf had finally dealt with my butt using not only Her physical skill and energy but also at the controls of the fucking machine.
If anal play is something you enjoy, then a polite request to Last Wolf might just get you a session as memorable as this was for me.
As part of My expanding portfolio of fetish film productions, I have an exciting opportunity upcoming in a location close to Tower Bridge, London. The filming date is to be confirmed.
Myself and My boy, Lord Fen, are looking for a ‘victim’ to enjoy this Domme/Dom scene:
Dressed in latex, you will be tied, restrained and teased with a Doxy Wand until you are ready to be hooked up to My milking machine. You will be helpless, of course, so I will gauge how hard it works on you. On top of this, you will be anally probed until ready for our F-machine which will be added into the experience. How hard can you take it? Will you be able to take them both at the same time? It will be intense.
Let Me set the scene, white walls, black highly polished latex, highly lit, 4k footage… think alien abduction meets twisted medical.
You will need your own black (or predominantly) black) latex clothing and headwear which should allow for access to those vital areas! A catsuit with crotch-zip would be ideal.
The shoot is likely to last 2 hours including breaks. Your contribution to the filming costs is £300 paid in advance.
Sounds too good to miss? If you would like to be considered please send a brief email (no longer than 100 words) outlining your experience, if any, and why you think you are the right person for the shoot.
To ensure you are serious and trustworthy, we require at least one reference with referee contact details (so ensure you have permission to pass them on)
my journey with Lady Wolf began late last year..years of doubt about
who i truly was had been suppressed. my true identity had started to
bubble to the surface, and i was seeking a guide to take me through a
new voyage of discovery: mind, body and soul. i needed that truly unique
and special person to show me that to be submissive is something that
is natural and beautiful.
Lady Wolf talks about taking her pups down the “rabbit hole” Before
we met this was one of my favourite expressions… a journey of the
unknown with a skilled guide… how could i not be intrigued? Tentatively
i reached out, and immediately a connection was there between Her and
i… a bond. Two four hour sessions were booked to take place over three
days. Living in Canada i travelled to see Her.
i was nervous and excited when i knocked on Her door a few weeks
later… i have always been in control, it’s what i was taught… to manage
others and to know what happens next, always to know what’s next. Deep
down, i knew that Lady Wolf was about to change all that… to allow me to
see who i was… to see a side of me that i had never experienced
We sat and talked for a few minutes, and She got to know me better.
Lady Wolf listened intently, but She’s extremely perceptive and dare i
say, empathic. Her piercing blue eyes don’t miss anything. She asked
what i was into… this was such a new world for me i wanted to explore
everything for the next couple of days… to test my limits… we talked
about impact play and bastinado, electro torture, needle play and hooks,
bondage… and strap-on play. She smiled and we began our journey
together, not in separation, but in partnership. But don’t get me wrong,
it is Her who leads, i follow!
She turned on her music which i can only describe as “fit for
purpose”. The lyrics hammered into my brain during the sessions, again
and again reinforcing the play between the two of us.
We began both days with some impact play… She strapped me to her
bench and brought out what i would guess are a variety of paddles,
straps and switches. She started lightly, respecting my thresholds but
gradually increased the intensity of her strikes on my bare ass. i’m
sure by other standards Her strokes were light, but to me they invoked
something so deep inside me, so gratifying, so intensely primal that i
growled, howled and i dare say snarled. Incredible.
But then the sessions diverged… on the first day we moved to electro
torture and nipple play. Lady Wolf strapped on the electro device onto
my cock and balls and turned it on… low power at first… She wanted this
to last a long time! She was wearing boots that clicked on the floor
whenever She moved. She told me that i only need to be concerned when
they stopped clicking… oh the anticipation whenever the clicking
stopped! She added to the sensation by blindfolding me… i couldn’t tell
where she was, but knew when the clicking stopped… be ready.
Steadily the electro current was increased and the tingling in my
cock and balls steadily increased with it. She played with my nipples,
teasing squeezing, clamping… sharp breaths were inhaled and slowly
exhaled as the pain increased… and the ever increasing current to my
cock and balls just kept coming. The current starts as a tickle, barely
noticeable, but Her timing is exquisite. Over 45 minutes She just kept
increasing it, from a tickle to an itch to a vibration to a current…
each sensation was a revelation… i honestly can’t remember how long this
went on for, i was so lost in a mind numbing bliss.
On to needle play we went. She strapped me onto a bed and started.
She wanted to let me experience this in a gradual way. She had bigger
plans for our second session! Lady Wolf carefully checked where she
would put the first set of needles. She put a couple of needles in my
upper chest, telling me to draw in a breath to counter the (very brief)
pang of of pain. She is an expert! Several more were inserted below my
stomach. When i looked up and saw those needles in me, giving expression
to my dreams and desires, tears of gratitude came to my eyes. All
thanks to Lady Wolf.
So, I decided to ask Lady Wolf for a six hour session. This was much
longer than my usual three hour sessions and would give Lady Wolf plenty
of time to try out a number of different new activities with me.
Lady Wolf planned the whole afternoon in great detail, introducing me
to new interests such as breath play and bastinado mixed in with old
favourites – strap-on and electro torture. I have been fascinated by
breath play for a while. I enjoy electro torture immensely and the
remote aspect of breath play held a similar appeal.
Lady Wolf tied me up in a full length body bag and bound it firmly to
a flat surface with leather straps. This was much tighter bondage than I
was used to and escape was impossible. Lady Wolf then carefully fitted a
gas mask onto my head, checking that I was ok and could breathe
normally. We were ready to go. I love heavy bondage and this arrangement
was really comforting. However the gas mask was quite unnerving. It
gave me a real sense of isolation, which made what was about to happen
all the more disconcerting.
Lady Wolf began to carefully cover the end of the breathing pipe.
Very quickly I felt the pain from lack of oxygen and began to wriggle.
Lady Wolf was very careful, as it was my first time, and let me breath
again after a few jerks. I loved Her for it. She gradually extended the
intervals of oxygen deprivation but I still felt relatively comfortable.
Then Lady Wolf sprang a surprise on me.
The next time She let me breathe, just as I was about to fill my
lungs, the pipe was suddenly closed. In seconds I was jerking and
leaping in pain. However I didn’t panic as I knew Lady Wolf would keep
This was enough for a first introduction to breath play and we moved onto rope bondage.
I was tied up in a straight jacket and put comfortably on a mat, face
upwards. Lady Wolf took down a heavy rope and tied it tightly around my
ankles, before hoisting my legs up by attaching the rope to a bar at
about waist height. Lady Wolf is an expert with a rope and when She had
finished, my position was extremely vulnerable and I was totally
From my vantage point I was able to observe that the knots were
immaculate. When I saw that the soles of my feet were fully exposed I
remembered, with some trepidation, that I had shared with Lady Wolf a
curiosity in bastinado. Bastinado is one of Lady Wolf’s favourite
interests and I was thrilled to participate in it with Her. However I
was also a little apprehensive. I knew that bastinado can be extremely
painful and I didn’t how well I would cope with it.
Lady Wolf began to gently tap my soles with a thin cane to warm me
up. This was a kindness. Then She increased the intensity of the blows
so that they gave me a little pain, but no more than I could absorb by
relaxing and breathing deeply. Suddenly, to show me the consequences of
including an interest on my “Be careful what you wish for” list, Lady
Wolf gave me a hard blow across the soles. I had intended to remain calm
and silent as long as possible during the bastinado. But with the first
hard blow I let out a loud yell. We continued for a while with moderate
blows interspersed by the occasional hard blow on the soles. After a
while I came to really enjoy the moderate blows, for the relative relief
they provided, and I was able to look up and watch Lady Wolf’s
expression of enjoyment as she set about her work.
I never managed to remain silent during a hard blow. Maybe next time!
Lady Wolf released me from the bondage and I was able to enjoy the
sight of the rope markings on my ankles while She got the next activity
I was tied to a chair using leather cuffs and straps, then
blindfolded and gagged. Lady Wolf began to attach clips and clamps to
me. I guessed these were for electro torture, a favourite for the both
of U/us. The gentle throb on my nipples and genitals proved my
suspicions. However the sensory deprivation really heightened the
sensations and the clamps on my nipples hurt a lot. After a while Lady
Wolf removed the nipple clamps. I was glad of the relief until Lady Wolf
began to tweak the sore, numb, nipples. This was far worse than any
clamp and I couldn’t contain a loud yell. I was teased and tormented
with a mix of noise, electro and more nipple play and then we stopped
for a break.
We chatted for a while over a snack and some water – even Wolves need
to be fed and watered – and then Lady Wolf looked at me and said
“BumPup, next I am going to introduce you to needles.” My heart leapt.
Needles was something Lady Wolf and I had discussed several times
recently. I know that Lady Wolf has a passion for needle play, and I had
become fascinated by it. She is also an expert and professionally
trained, so I knew it would be very safe.
But I still felt that twinge of terror you get when you are about to
get onto a really scary ride for the first time and are worried that you
might have misjudged your confidence. I was aware that I was going
further down the rabbit hole than I had ever imagined possible. Lady
Wolf led me to a medical bench and tied me to it with more leather
straps, so that I would not make any sudden moves.
Then, after rubbing my scrotum with alcohol, She showed me the
needles She was about to use. It was only four of the smallest needles. I
was sure I could manage these and anyway, I wasn’t about to back out at
this stage. So why was I giggling hysterically as my heart pounded?
Lady Wolf calmed me down and picked up the first needle.
She asked me to breathe in, then out. As I breathed out She pushed
the first needle through my skin and I let out a loud yell. My
adrenaline level was off the scale. This was the most pain I had felt
all day. It was also very different – much sharper and more intimate. I
could feel Lady Wolf pushing the needle through my skin. And Lady Wolf
really enjoys pushing needles in!
Once the first needle was through, I was relieved that the pain had
eased, while knowing that there were three more to follow. Each was just
as painful to insert and then it was over and all four were in my
scrotum in a neat arrangement. After taking a photograph to help U/us
remember, Lady Wolf removed the needles quickly and safely and cleaned
the skin again. I was thrilled to have taken this first step in needle
play; to have submitted to Lady Wolf in one of Her favourite pursuits.
Lady Wolf was equally pleased that I had enjoyed needle play.
We agreed that W/we would have to return to needle play again – and
soon! Next W/we moved onto a session of strap-on play. Strap-on is one
of my favourite interests and it is why I first met Lady Wolf.
However, after the needle play, I seemed to have no stamina for
strap-on and I had to ask Lady Wolf for mercy quite after a short while.
To finish the day, Lady Wolf strapped me to the medical bench once more
to be subjected to the milking machine. The milking machine is an
unusual sensation; very mechanical and impersonal yet ultimately
arousing. In my uber relaxed condition, the experience was most
Of course Lady Wolf likes to make games interesting, increasing and decreasing the intensity of the machine for Her amusement.
Then, Lady Wolf said to me “I am thinking of sending you home like
this.” She turned the machine off, and laughingly added “That’s the
moment you realise I am not joking.” Of course I was disappointed by the
orgasm denial, but due to my extreme adrenaline dip after needle play,
the disappointment felt like a distant awareness of someone else’s pain.
And so a wonderful afternoon with Lady Wolf came to an end. I thanked
Lady Wolf for all Her thought and planning that had made O/our time
together so special and for taking such good care of me through so many
new experiences. I really am so grateful to be part of Her Wolf Pack.
Next day I awoke with a deep sense of rueful regret about the orgasm
denial and wondered if delayed torture was a first!
Fortunately the regret was softened by a pleasing, gentle ache in my
scrotum; a reminder of my first needle play with Lady Wolf and the
promise of much more fun together in the future.
Picture this. Ambient music and subdued lighting fill the room. I
am lying flat on a bench, strapped down and incapacitated. There are
six hooks in my chest. Each has been threaded through a pair of holes
created in my skin by a piercing needle. Each hook is tied with string
and connected to a frame above me, it looks like a weird string
instrument. A milking machine is relentlessly working on my cock while
my Mistress strums and tugs at the strings so that the hooks painfully
pull at my skin. My arse and legs are on fire following a cold caning
and fierce whipping. I feel transported to another place. It is a
medley of amazing sensations.
So it was at that exceptional session with Queen of Wolves. Lady
Wolf had obviously decided that I was to be pushed and tested further. I
was nervous at the thought of needle and hook play but because I
totally trust Her it was more fear of the unknown rather than fear of
pain, even though that was to be intense.
Earlier, Lady Wolf had caned and whipped me hard. She has done so
many times but increases the pain level and duration every each time we
meet. She thrashes me until I am bleeding (this is something we both
enjoy a lot) but this time was brutal. Not only had She caned me until
my arse was raw but had whipped the highly sensitive backs of legs until
I was broken and there was crying. Lady Wolf intuitively knows when I
need that harsh treatment but also how to comfort me as the tears flow.
Afterwards I feel purged and clear-minded. This time there was more to
And so with my butt and legs burning, Lady Wolf orders me onto the
restraining bench and connects the milking machine. She pushes the
needle through my skin six times, slowly of course, in order to maximise
pain (Lady Wolf is a no-nonsense sadist, right!). This, on top of what
I had already received, made me start to float away. The hooks look
amazing after She positions and ties them. The sensation of them
tugging at my skin sends me off to another place. I really do ‘journey’
in true Shamanic fashion. Lady Wolf pulls at the hooks, it is so
painful but that pain slowly melts and fuses with what is already there.
She talks to me, guides me on my journey, asks me where I am and what I
am doing. Well, I am in a cave with another boy, having sex (the
milking machine is doubtless responsible for this vision). She turns up
the machine and pulls the hooks even harder. I can feel an orgasm
building – am I allowed to cum or not, I’m not sure. But then I feel a
Doxy between my legs, teasing me more and the machine goes to full
In my cave I am fucking my boy hard but I hear Lady Wolf telling me
to describe exactly what is happening. Bang! I orgasm really powerfully,
it lasts for ages, writhing around on the bench, the sensations are
intense but eventually subside. Lady Wolf guides me back to reality and
the medley of bodily sensations re-enter my consciousness but they are
well and truly anaesthetised.
Needles and hooks are new to me but I can without any hesitation
recommend a session with Lady Wolf to explore this. She is expert at
this play and also a qualified piercer so there is nothing to fear, She
knows what she is doing.
This is why I love my Mistress so much. Not a romantic love of
course, but one that allows two souls to commune safely and be open to
new experiences. Lady Wolf leads me on a journey, I follow, She takes
care of me and in return I give Her my loyalty and protection.
Picture this. Ambient music and subdued lighting fill the room. I am lying flat on a bench, strapped down and incapacitated. There are six hooks in my chest. Each has been threaded through a pair of holes created in my skin by a piercing needle. Each hook is tied with string and connected to a frame above me, it looks like a weird string instrument. A milking machine is relentlessly working on my cock while my Mistress strums and tugs at the strings so that the hooks painfully pull at my skin. My arse and legs are on fire following a cold caning and fierce whipping. I feel transported to another place. It is a medley of amazing sensations.
So it was at that exceptional session with Queen of Wolves. Lady Wolf had obviously decided that I was to be pushed and tested further. I was nervous at the thought of needle and hook play but because I totally trust Her it was more fear of the unknown rather than fear of pain, even though that was to be intense.
Earlier, Lady Wolf had caned and whipped me hard. She has done so many times but increases the pain level and duration every each time we meet. She thrashes me until I am bleeding (this is something we both enjoy a lot) but this time was brutal. Not only had She caned me until my arse was raw but had whipped the highly sensitive backs of legs until I was broken and there was crying. Lady Wolf intuitively knows when I need that harsh treatment but also how to comfort me as the tears flow. Afterwards I feel purged and clear-minded. This time there was more to come.
And so with my butt and legs burning, Lady Wolf orders me onto the restraining bench and connects the milking machine. She pushes the needle through my skin six times, slowly of course, in order to maximise pain (Lady Wolf is a no-nonsense sadist, right!). This, on top of what I had already received, made me start to float away. The hooks look amazing after She positions and ties them. The sensation of them tugging at my skin sends me off to another place. I really do ‘journey’ in true Shamanic fashion. Lady Wolf pulls at the hooks, it is so painful but that pain slowly melts and fuses with what is already there. She talks to me, guides me on my journey, asks me where I am and what I am doing. Well, I am in a cave with another boy, having sex (the milking machine is doubtless responsible for this vision). She turns up the machine and pulls the hooks even harder. I can feel an orgasm building – am I allowed to cum or not, I’m not sure. But then I feel a Doxy between my legs, teasing me more and the machine goes to full power.
In my cave I am fucking my boy hard but I hear Lady Wolf telling me to describe exactly what is happening. Bang! I orgasm really powerfully, it lasts for ages, writhing around on the bench, the sensations are intense but eventually subside. Lady Wolf guides me back to reality and the medley of bodily sensations re-enter my consciousness but they are well and truly anaesthetised.
Needles and hooks are new to me but I can without any hesitation recommend a session with Lady Wolf to explore this. She is expert at this play and also a qualified piercer so there is nothing to fear, She knows what she is doing.
This is why I love my Mistress so much. Not a romantic love of course, but one that allows two souls to commune safely and be open to new experiences. Lady Wolf leads me on a journey, I follow, She takes care of me and in return I give Her my loyalty and protection.
I have been visiting Mistress Aleera for about a year. Mistress
Aleera is an amazing mistress; she is kind and gentle, allowing you to
build trust in her, yet always in command and allowing you to sense her
power. If you allow Mistress Aleera to persevere with you over a period
of time, she can take you on a journey of discovery.
I started my journey with some simple strapon training. Mistress
Aleera has taken my strapon abilities further than I thought possible,
leading me to my first assgasms in our last meeting. She has also helped
me to explore my submissive side. Of course it is so much easier to be
submissive to a beautiful mistress that you can open up to and really
put your trust in.
Today we started off with some more strapon play. Mistress Aleera was
as wonderful as ever and managed to tease more assgasms our of me. The
memory of Mistress Aleera pounding me to the rhythm of her favourite
techno beat will stay in my head for a long time.
Mistress Aleera then introduced me to edging. This was my first
experience of edging, tied to a bench and at the mercy of Mistress
Aleera. I was in ecstacy as Mistress Aleera teased me; her knowing
smile only adding to the moment. By the end of the session I had been
taken to a place in subspace that I didn’t know existed and I was
utterly in Mistress Aleera’s power, mentally as well as physically.
I am already excited with anticipation for what my next visit might lead to.
I recently had the honour of meeting with Mistress Aleera, and
this post reveals what went on and my feelings about it. I hope it will
give those of you who have never met Mistress Aleera, but have
contemplated doing so, the encouragement to take the plunge. This
testimonial provides an honest account of what happened and hopefully
conveys just how utterly impressed I was by her intuition and
Having never before visited or contacted a dominatrix, I was
delighted when my opening e-mail requesting a session was met with a
warm and enthusiastic reply from Mistress Aleera inviting me to her
lair. What then followed was the longest six-week wait of my life! Trust
me when I tell you not to delay in contacting her. Her time is
immensely sought-after, and that tells you all you need to know.
Finally, the day came and I dutifully arrived at the specified
address at the allotted time. My first encounter with Mistress Aleera
was actually a few words over the door’s intercom – her voice was so
much softer than I was expecting. In I went, ominously downstairs and
into the unknown. She greeted me at the entrance to her lair, her face
bearing a welcoming smile that gave away nothing of what was to come.
She is truly stunning, as anyone who has met her will testify.
We spoke for a few minutes before the session got underway. I had
dutifully provided Mistress Aleera with an e-mail outlining what I was
seeking a few days earlier, but she had the experience and intuition to
see immediately that I had talked myself up too far and she wasn’t
afraid to tell me just that! I later realised just how right I was to
trust that she might already understand me better than I understood
What followed was an introductory session in which my pain thresholds
were explored with a variety of whips and canes. I undressed, and
moments later was securely bound to the spanking bench. To warm me up,
Mistress Aleera used a small paddle and administered more strokes than I
could count in just a few short minutes. I was immediately taken aback
by how fiercely such an innocent looking weapon could sting in the right
hands. Already I knew that I was dangerously close to being in over my
Once the warm up ended, she brought out several other implements,
including a dragon’s tail, a strap, a single tail whip, a flogger, a
crop and a cane. Mistress Aleera showed me each one up close before
using it on me and this only served to heighten the anticipation. She
expertly wielded each weapon, constantly pushing and playing with my
limits and reading me with an expert’s ease. The sensations were
indescribable kand I truly didn’t want the experience to end.
Eventually, Mistress Aleera untied me and let me see the results of her work in the mirror. Quite a sight!!
After a brief pause, I was taken to the centre of the room where my
wrists were cuffed to the ceiling so that she could whip my back.
However, before wielding her flogger, she brought out her electrical kit
and placed various electrodes on my cock and balls. The sensations were
amazing and the intensity was gradually increased once the
back-whipping commenced. Clamps were placed on my nipples just to add to
the sensory overload, creating an experience that I want to repeat
again and again. The sting of the whips cut through everything, and
Mistress Aleera clearly enjoyed using my back as canvas for her artistic
creativity. Despite the pain, the occasional delicate touch from her
fingertips on my freshly marked back sent shivers through me that
eclipsed everything. She eventually relented and released me so that I
could see her latest art work in the mirror again.
For the finale, I was tied to a cross to receive more whipping on my
back. She continued to push me with the strap and dragon’s tail (my two
favourites by now, I have to admit) and a new thinner cane, clearly
delighting in testing my limits further than before. Of course I had no
intention of disappointing Mistress Aleera by asking her to stop! From
my vantage point I could also see several other fearsome weapons in her
bag of tricks. Curious though I was, I counted myself lucky that they
were not brought out to play (this time). By the end, I was covered with
welts and bruises that were to last a couple of weeks.
When the session was over, we chatted for a few minutes and I was privileged to get to know her a little better.
There is no doubt that Mistress Aleera is a remarkable woman and a
highly skilled dominatrix who takes her role very seriously. I was taken
aback by how kind and considerate she was throughout our time together,
and she knows just how to bring out the best in a newcomer. She
demonstrated from the outset that she has a deep understanding of the
true needs and desires of those who come to her, and I very much hope to
return to be guided by her expertise as I explore this side of myself.