“What on earth have I gotten myself into?” I thought as I sat on the park bench, watching the time on my mobile phone slowly tick away.  It was 11.50am, just ten minutes from my agreed one hour session with the mysterious, as-yet unknown Mistress Madox.  My nerves were overwhelming me, but in my mind, I kept telling myself “This is something I have to do.  I have to prove to myself that I can do this … and I’m going to enjoy it…” and before I knew it, it was 12 Noon.

I telephoned Mistress and spoke to her at the agreed meeting point, not too far from Piccadilly Train Station.  It was very easy to find, and the area was quiet and discrete, which put my mind at ease … a little, anyway!  I was directed into the building, and despite not hearing Mistress correctly and going completely the wrong way, I called again and was directed into the right area.

As I approached Mistress, I was overwhelmed by her intoxicating beauty and flawless physical appearance.  This was my first proper bondage/bdsm session, and I knew it had gotten off to a superb start.  I cannot overemphasize just how beautiful Mistress Madox is.

“You’re so tall…” I shyly said, turning red as I usually do.  “How did you expect me to look?” replied Mistress in a calm, controlled, yet authoritative voice.  “I’m … not sure …” I was faltering already.  I think Mistress could tell I was exceptionally nervous, so she directed me into the kitchen and handed me a bottle of water.  As I sat down, shaking and dying inside, Mistress sat across the table from me, drinking her water.  She smiled, brushed her hair from her face and took the time to talk to me and calm me down.

Over the next 15-20 minutes, we discussed all manner of things to help calm me down (which I will not go into here) and Mistress then read out my list of preferred activities, which embarrassed me greatly.  However, Mistress mentioned she liked almost everything on the list and would be more than happy to help me indulge these fantasies.  Mistress could tell I was being emotionally tortured due to her reading out my list, and she mentioned she was enjoying seeing me so uncomfortable and said she was “getting her rocks off already…”

Due to her initial kindness and talkative, friendly nature, Mistress made me feel at ease and showed me around her spotlessly clean and tidy dungeon.  Little did I know that the Goddess that I was talking to was about to turn into my Bondage Mistress for the next sixty minutes.

After dispensing with the pleasantries, Mistress made me take off my clothes (except my boxers) as she got ready for the session.  Her outfit was stunning and revealing, but left enough to the imagination.  From the very first second of the session, Mistress was a very different person; most definitely not the lady who I was calmly speaking to just a few moments earlier in the kitchen.  The real Mistress Madox is a spellbinding, captivating, strong and powerful lad, who demands servitude – and gets it.

Mistress made me kneel in front of her throne with my head touching the floor.  My body was shaking with a mixture of nerves and anticipation for what was in store.  Little did I know, the next sixty minutes was going to be a wonderful concoction of pain, discomfort, humiliation, servitude, utter bliss and satisfaction.  Wrist restraints/chains were attached to my wrists and a collar was placed around my neck.  I could feel the total loss of control already as I submitted my mind to Mistress Madox.  She spoke to me, asking if I was okay, as she noticed me sniff a few times.  I briefly mentioned I had some allergies, to which Mistress laughed.  She then spoke to me sternly and said “If you sneeze during the session I’ll make you eat your own snot.”.  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but it truly was music to my ears.  As thoughts of this dirty scenario ran through my head, I felt myself submit to Mistress even more.  “Yes” I thought.  “I would definitely do that if she told me to”.

After a few squeezes of my nipples, I was told to stand and was then chained to a cross in the corner of the room.  I felt embarrassed as my penis grew hard.  In my formulative years, I had always repressed my thoughts of bondage/bdsm due to my strict, religious upbringing, but as I stood, helpless on the cross with Mistress smiling at me, I was in total ecstasy … and the session hadn’t even really started.
Mistress wheeled a chair across to me and sat down, before attempting to attach a parachute to my balls.  Unfortunately, it didn’t fit, so Mistress tied my balls with rope instead.  The pleasure was immense as the ropes were tightly – but not too tightly – tied around my balls.  Clamps were attached to my nipples, and Mistress pulled on them a little which hurt more than I could possibly imagine – it was incredibly difficult to endure, but amazing nonetheless.  I had tried nipple torture at home, but had always chickened out after only a few seconds.  Although Mistress only applied very mild nipple torture, it was a great introduction for me, and hopefully I can please her more in the future with it if I can cope with the pain.

Weights were then placed on the rope attached to my balls, which dragged them a little to the floor.  The weights weren’t as heavy or as painful as I anticipated, but who was I to ask Mistress for more?  At one point, Mistress began to kick the weights with her boots, sending them swinging back and forth.  This increased the pressure slightly, and I began to bend my knees to compensate.  I was immediately told to stand up straight.  I felt like a disobedient schoolboy who had been told off by the teacher.  I felt even naughtier afterwards, as I caught a wonderful glimpse of Mistress’ underwear as she kicked the weights once again.  Instinctively, I turned to the side and tried my best not to look.  Mistress would probably have punished me for looking (and probably will if she’s reading this).

The nipple clamps were then removed and Mistress brought her body incredibly close to mine.  She mentioned something she tried with other slaves, and that it wasn’t on my list … but she proceeded to do it anyway.  As I was helplessly chained to the cross, Mistress began to tickle my sides and armpits as her head was close to mine.  It was an amazing feeling as Mistress mercilessly tickled me, laughing to herself and breathing down my neck at the same time.  The feeling of Mistress’ body so close to mine, and the helpless situation I was in was again … bliss!  I just wish I could have been tickled for longer, but Mistress elected to try something else.

Mistress asked me if I had ever been spanked.  “No” I answered.  Mistress pulled my ball rope (still attached) and dragged me to her throne, before telling me to place myself over her knee, ready for a spanking.  I had difficulty at first, as I had never been over anyone’s knee before, but after a few adjustments I was in place and feeling incredibly exposed.  I started to really accept my fate at this point.  I was totally immersed in the situation.  The spanking that followed was very enjoyable for me, and Mistress also seemed to be having fun.  She also mentioned it was a great stress reliever for her.  After approximately 30 spanks, I was told to stand.  Then, Mistress explained to me that I would have to count each spank and thank her after each set of 10.  Mistress spanked me much harder towards the end of the sets, and it was a joy to be able to receive them.

Then it was time for the corporal punishment.  I was chained to a bench of sorts and mistress started to flog me with various implements; paddles, floggers, and … a cane.  Luckily for me, the larger thicker cane was used, which caused me a great deal of thudding pain, but Mistress told me it would have been much more painful if she had used the thinner whippier one.  Perhaps she was going easy on me because it was my ‘first time’ as a slave, and I was grateful for it.  I definitely struggled during this part of the session, but the feeling of achievement after what must have been a very relaxed and mild caning for Mistress was overwhelmingly good.  I’m not sure I’d be able to cope with the thinner cane, or much harder strokes, but perhaps I will improve over time.

The final part of the session involved me being strapped to a bench and having my wrists chained below me.  I felt very exposed as Mistress produced a Violet Wand to help me experience some electrics.  Mistress said she would tease me with pleasure but then punish me by inflicting pain, and that’s exactly what she did.  It was wonderful.  The wand was painful but filled me with ecstasy, and the vibrator used on me after this teased and tormented me.  I find it very difficult to come anywhere close to ‘finishing’, but did not wish to during the session, as I don’t believe it is appropriate (neither does Mistress, which is definitely a good thing).  I didn’t enjoy the vibrator as much as I thought I would … and I was actually longing for the Violet Wand once again!

Mistress mentioned that I became accustomed to the pain quickly, which made me very happy and proud of my performance.  Lastly, to “seal the deal”, as Mistress put it, I was given some hot wax torture.  Mistress kindly dripped candle wax on my penis and balls, and the pain was unlike anything I’d experienced before, but in a good way.  I actually longed to have my balls covered in wax!  As Mistress applied the wax, I zoned out and enjoyed the situation.  I pictured myself being gagged and restricted by my wrists and ankles in chains, strapped to the bench with a blindfold on, being forced to receive more wax.  Maybe in the future!

And then came the end of the session.  The hour had flown by, and while I’m sure it was a very mild session for Mistress, it was tough yet rewarding for me.  Mistress mentioned that I was in ‘subspace’, and I think she was right.  After having a brief chat with Mistress about the session, I asked if she would consider seeing me again.  Luckily for me, she accepted, and I have already booked my next session.  All I can say is that Mistress is absolutely wonderful.  She took me on a thrill-ride of bondage, bdsm and discovery like I’ve never experienced before, and I’m yearning for more.

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