Review by slave d!
This was my third visit to Madam Dee at her property near Cadiz,
but still, I awaited her arrival at the airport with some
trepidation. She arrived at the entrance doors and beckoned me
to her. Her dress style never fails to make an immediate
impression on you, when you see her. This time a riding jacket,
jodhpurs and riding boots, she knew I was looking at the boots
and as we got into her car, she reminded me that I would be
seeing them closer later on. When we arrived at the house, I was
escorted to my bedroom, and told to lower my trousers so she
could check that I had obeyed her instructions to travel
to her, as always, commando style, and then to kiss her
boots for allowing me to visit!
The next morning, after breakfast, Madam sent me back to my room
and told me to undress and wait for her, a few minutes later she
returned, a small silver g clamp with a small ring at the end
was clamped around the top of my balls just below my cock and a
lead attached to this. My head was secured into her new leather
hood which incorporates a ball gag and a blindfold secured on
top of this, lastly a leather collar around my neck and a
further lead. Naked, unable to see, speak or indeed hear much I
was being led from the bedroom, outside. Taking the step up into
the bar area, I knew we were heading for the confinement cell,
nicknamed the Terry Waite Suite (TWS). She told me she was being
kind and would allow me the thin mattress for my stay, but in
the summer I would have been on the stone floor, naturally I
nodded my gratitude. She quickly shackled my ankles with the
locking ankle cuffs separated by a short chain; to each ankle
she told me a large weight was attached to restrict my movement
further. My hands were locked in manacles, and a heavy metal
collar padlocked round my neck, all of these being chained to
somewhere I think. Lastly she went away leaving me standing,
returning a few minutes later with what I realised as it was
fitted round my balls to be a parachute attached to which it
seemed were a few weights. With that she was gone, and I
quickly realised that if I stood up the effect of the hanging
weights came into play, it was difficult to get comfortable laid
down, as the weights stilled pulled and the tiny pins in the
parachute were painful. Sitting up without support was
uncomfortable, and leaning against the cold stone wall equally
unpleasant, on top of all this, although not cold, it was
certainly chilly!
Madam came to check on me a number of times, but other than
that, left chained up, locked in the pitch dark cell, you have
no idea of time at all. I did not know how long I was there
before she returned and removed the manacles, and cannonball
weights attached to my shackles; I was then led out of the cell
into the dungeon next door, to the St Andrews Cross, and secured
to it. I then began to feel acute pain in my balls, which as
Madam removed my blindfold I saw clothes pegs were being
attached. Finally I was released, , and as I worshipped
Madams riding boots, she told me that I was to be ready in her
dining room at 8pm prompt, naked cuffed and collared. So,
as ordered, after dinner I stripped and put on the collar and
ankle cuffs, leaving the wrist ones at Madam’s suggestion, and
awaited her arrival. Smiling, she told me to sit on the tiled
floor, while she secured the ankle cuffs together and told me to
commence my massage of her feet. After a while I was told now to
worship them totally with my tongue everywhere, including
between her toes. Finally I began painting her toenails, taking
care not make to much mess, it being my first time. When that
was done, I was allowed to shower, and dress, after which we
once more all retired to the bar for drinks!
The next day Madam made it known that I and the other slave were
going to be put in the TWS before our afternoon Dungeon play. At
about 2.30pm we were told to go to the bar, strip and await
Madam. She arrived and secured the other slave much the same way
as I had been the day before. I was then told to face the wall,
and my hands were secured into manacles attached to the wall at
head height. Returning with a crop, a few strokes to my arse and
then more menacingly run the crop around my balls then lifting
my cock with the crop, before a light stroke to its end. And so
we were both left in silence and darkness, until, some time
later, she returned, now wearing black leather thigh
boots, she released us both and led us by our collars to the
dungeon. The other slave was hooded and strapped down onto the
bondage bench, which has leather straps at 4" intervals the
whole length of the table from which it is impossible to move (I
know this as I had experienced this myself on my previous
visit). I was then hooded, and secured onto the multi purpose
whipping bench which allows slaves to receive Madam' s strap on.
My ankles were place over the upright supports so my feet were
now three foot higher than my body. From past experience I can
tell you that Madam Dee takes great delight from taking a slave
in this way. Indeed, she had told me on my first visit, a few
years earlier hat it would be a very important part of my
training. Smiling, she showed me a dildo; saying, you had the
small one last time, now you are ready for the next size.
Afterwards, she showed me the next size, bigger still, to look
forward to, next visit. I was then released, and made to get
down on my knees and lick Madam' s thigh boots whilst she
cropped the body of the secured slave, before finally, we were
both made to kiss Madams boots, and thank her for her attention!
Later that evening, before taking me back to the airport for my
flight home, Madam, as always, asked if the visit had been an
enjoyable experience, which of course it had. She smiled,
leaving me to think that there is truly no escape from Madam
Dee' s power over you, once you have experienced it. As you will
discover when you visit, you will soon find yourself booking
your return trip to discover Madam Dee!
By slave d!
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