A visit to Madam Dee is a refreshing change!
Her chambers are in a beautiful old cottage, in a beautiful rural location, on arrival at which I was ordered to strip, then unceremoniously placed in a slave-sack and hung up on a hook in her lounge, and left for a while, to ponder on what was to come. In the next room, I could hear the growling of dogs, and the thought of them being let into the lounge to leap and snarl at the sack was more than enough to keep me quiet and still! while I awaited Madams return with nervous anticipation!
When she returned to release me from the sack, I saw that Madam had changed into a full-length leather dress, with open seams laced down each side, and a noticeable absence of underwear. she read my thoughts, and sternly warned against any idea of letting my hands wander. she was also now wearing calf-length stiletto-heeled boots, which, she told me, required a very prolonged session of bootlicking, until she was satisfied they were spotlessly clean. I was determined to show her how much I was enjoying this, and included some really long strokes with my tongue. However, after about twenty minutes, I was beginning to tire, and Madam, perhaps sensing this, pronounced herself satisfied with my efforts. I have subsequently I read in another review that Madam had a slave licking boots for over an hour, and she wasn't even wearing them, so maybe I was fortunate!
Next I was told to pick up an armful of rope, and carry this, still naked, down the cold stone steps, to the dungeon, where it was used to bind me to the cross chair, with arms tied up high and legs forced apart. A parachute and ball-weights were hung on my balls. Then by grasping my pubic hair Madam made my weighted balls swing extravagantly around. Somehow I coped with this, but it was a great relief when she lifted up the weights with her own hand, and held them long enough to convince me she would not let them fall again. Of course in the next moment that's exactly what she did!
Next I was put on my back on the cold stone floor, and with wrists and ankles tied securely, clothes pegs were clipped onto my cock. Madam flicked at them with her crop - I thought she would use this to swipe each peg off, but instead I endured the sweet pain of having the pegs pulled off one by one by Madam's own fair hand. Still lying on the stone floor I began to shiver uncontrollably. Noticing this, Madam disappeared up the stone steps, and returned a few minutes later with a kettle, commenting that I looked cold. I stared back helplessly, my nerves obviously showing in my eyes. she grinned down at me, relishing my discomfort, before pouring Ice cold water from the kettle, all over me!
And so onto the punishment bench, and having strapped me into position on my front, she strapped on her big black cock, and allowed me to suck on it at length, before she strolled to my rear end and slid the Cock into my flesh. I was shagged at first slowly and then with more vigour. Madam obviously knows that slaves appreciate variety in these matters. While shagging me, she used prickly gloves to caress my shoulders and backside - and later sparklers and hot wax were applied to my rear - almost mild by comparison!
and all the while the music of Mozart soothed and calmed me during the stressful moments of the session, of which Madam ensures there are plenty. As others have said, Madam is beautiful, warm and friendly Woman. But she simply loves to torment slaves, and has a sense of timing that will catch you out if you ever think you can relax!
As I left, Madam teased me with the idea of next time having me serve the needs
of two Mistresses. Whatever happens, the next session promises to be tougher
than my first time!
By slave S!