A post from Sarah
Hello everyone, I'm Sarah.
You may remember me from some of Mistress Andrea's recent posts. It was I who came to her, seeking something I have never been able to fully explain, not even to myself. The need to be degraded, sexually used and humiliated at the hands of a man, it is as much a part of me as my eye colour.
Not long after I met with Mistress, things developed quickly for me. Now, I find myself alone in her office, bare naked and gagged. Both of my ankles are chained and padlocked to the legs of her desk, as I furiously copy what is written in my journal, onto her blog.
She told me I had a penchant for writing and asked that I keep a journal of my experiences at her Facility. I am under instructions to share my experiences with you, Mistress says it will help to humiliate and shame me even further.
I don't believe her to be wrong, as I sit here typing, with drool escaping from my gag, and my own dripping cunt, dabbing the cool leather of her office chair.
Mistress coached me to be raw during my writing, unfiltered and to describe not only my experiences, but how they make me feel. I'll apologize in advance, if my words are harsh or descriptions vulgar. This is a BDSM blog after all...
I'll recall back to my first experience at the Facility, to begin with. I wasn't really sure what to expect when I arrived, but knew in advance there would be some manner of reception process. This is spoken about on Mistress' client website.
Being greeted by a receptionist was not much of a shock to me either, but what was shocking, was how young and beautiful this Cassandra girl was.
She had a bit of a dykey hairstyle, she was sporting a nose ring, but she was one of those young women who is so attractive that she can pull off a short haircut.
Miss Cassandra said a few things but I was such a ball of nerves that most of it didn't register. Only my primal instincts of obedience remained. I sat when she told me, stood when she told me and refrained from speaking unless spoken to.
There was another small formality with some paperwork, this occurred in a very childish and vulnerable classroom. I ended up at a little school desk facing a wall and visible from the street through the windows. It wasn't lost on me that around the room and hanging from some of the walls, were wooden paddles, straps and canes. I had a deeply pitted feeling in my stomach, the best and the worst type of butterflies, wresting with each other. It was only going to get more intense for me, as I soon found myself bare naked in front of Mistress, with a sign around my neck that said SLUT.
It was a dreadfully long ten minutes of silence, facing that mirror with my hands on my head, forced to stare at my own reflection and vulnerability. I wanted to cry, I wanted to groan out loud, like a whore in heat. My emotions were conflicted.
The most memorable moment of this session however, came when Mistress gently rested her fingers on my embarrassingly soaked cunt. Like checking someone's pulse, the pressure of her fingers was so light, I wondered if she was checking to feel for actual throbbing.
"It seems your kink, is gender neutral Sarah," is what she said to me. These words didn't cut right through me, but long after I had left her Facility, I was still reflection upon what she said.
I wanted to feel pain, to be bound and captive and used only for my fuckholes, for someone else's amusement. I guess Mistress was right, my arousal doesn't need a specific gender. My very sexual identity had been betrayed by my own greedy cunt!
But she came through with a male for me, and before I knew it, I was clicking in my heels on cobblestone, knees wobbling from nerves, as I walked toward this man seated next to Mistress.
Once I was introduced to Russell, and he to I, what I noticed first, quite shockingly I might add, was that he didn't seem to take himself too seriously. Odd I thought, for someone professing to be a Dom.
I think my mind may have been conditioned to porn I've watched, or that dumb Fifty Shades business. Did the character Christian Grey ever smile during any of those movies? To be a Dom, does it mean you have to look and behave with such burning intensity, that women just submit to your demeanour alone?
In very short order, what I learned about Russ was that he was serious when he wanted to be, funny, a bit quirky and goofy and was always laughing or smiling. Quite the departure from what I would have expected. Also unexpected, he didn't demand to be addressed in some formal BDSM title, in fact he didn't bring up anything kink at all.
Oh, and one more thing I noticed. Russ is absolutely hot!
I thought it was peculiar when Mistress abruptly left us, but she explained to me later why she did that. Once Russell and I were alone, vanilla chat continued, but my whorish mind had gone someplace else.
He produces his cock right in that bistro courtyard. He addresses me as "slut" and tells me to get on my knees, then he grabs the back of my head and forces me down on his cock, causing me to wretch. As I struggle for air my legs were flailing a bit, causing several runs in the knees of my pantyhose.
As I'm still trying to swallow down his giant load of cum he notices my hose and begins to tear away the rest of my clothing, eventually hauling me over his knee and thrashing my ass with his strong hand.
He fucks me right on the spot, still in my heels with wisps of torn nylon hanging from my legs.
I was listening to him, of course, during our vanilla chatter, but this is everything I was dreaming of him doing to me.
Could he be this forceful, this harsh with me? His personality didn't seem to fit that mold. For Christ sakes, he kissed my hand like it was 1822, before he left.
Nevertheless, I wanted to find out. I was ALL in!
I was about to find out, as soon I finish this post actually. I'm not just bare naked and gagged in Mistress' office for humiliation purposes. I am bare naked because that's how 'Master' wanted me today, for our first session. He was set to arrive soon.
My gag was removed and I was gently led upstairs by Mistress, who took my sweaty and clammy hand into hers.
"He wants you kneeling upright, right here Sarah," she said as she pointed to a spot on the floor.
"Hands at your sides, eyes down and only address him as Sir," she finished with, before leaving me alone in that room.
Holy fuck! My heart was pounding.
xoxo
2 comments:
Great start:)
WC
Thank you WC. I thought she did alright too!
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