I got to interview a new boy today.
The last one flaked out on account of I am to mean, so it opened a new spot. I have been having interviews, looking for fresh meat!
For some reason I always have a habit of going to a Starbucks when meeting someone new.
If it goes bad at least I get a good cup of coffee out of the deal.
I have made many a sub/slave do some amusing things at a Starbucks, or have done to them in the bathroom! [Smiles]
Now you know Starbucks is good for more than just a cup of coffee and wifi!
Anyway, this new sissy brought gifts, ones with a little thought, and some effort put into them.
He actually did read that I love music, so he made me mix CD’s of various kinds of music.
He also made Me a new paddle. A very sturdy, large wooden paddle.
It is also a blank canvas for Me to personalize it some, which I will do soon.
After our meeting, he was hoping for a quick spank, and hey I wanted to try My new paddle out.
The people at the Starbucks today got coffee and a brief show.
This tall man grabbing the back of a chair outside the Starbucks bent over, and Me with a two handed swing, whacking his ass!
Oh My the stares were fun!
You just never know what you will get at your coffee shop these days! [Evil Laughs]
I must make a note to self, TAKE MORE VIDEO!
would have loved to be spanked there, maybe in front of the two church guys who were talking behind us 🙂
She spanked, she dominated, she conquered. And all with an infectious laugh and an infectious and mischievous smile that belies her sadism.
I am new to the BDSM scene, after having fanaticized about it in my Walter Mitty way for years and only acting out my fantasies on myself, well it was past time for the real thing. I’ve been searching for a Mistress in earnest for almost a year. Hard to believe, but a real Mistress is hard to find as there are many, many fakes, ruses and con artists abounding on the net, I’ll be you’ve seen your share of the same. Finally I stumbled across Mistress V on alt.com, we chatted a bit, met in person for an interview (see spanking Starbucks) hit it off … so to speak, and determined we’d be a good fit (okay another pun, sorry).
She was gracious enough to give me guidance for the big day, how to prepare, what to expect and was interested in understanding my wants and needs. After all, this was my first time. I wanted to impress, so being a sissy sub, I got all dolled up for my Mistress. Shaved as commanded, donned purple panties and bra (her favorite color), black thigh high stockings, new short, tight black and pink dress, new wig, nice make up job, hell I would have fucked me, but then I’m easy.
She came packing a suitcase full of toys. My heart was a flutter with nerves, trepidation, anticipation and desire. Let me look at you she said, smiling, nodding and genuinely showing appreciation for my work. I was pleased that she took notice. Let me see as she pulled up my dress, and smiled at my purple panties, turn around, then she pulled down my panties, inspecting my goods (albeit small wares). She bound my legs and then my arms behind my back, lay down she commanded. They way she tied my cock and balls, I knew she’d done this many times before, quick, efficient, stern, a quick tug or two let me know she had completed her work; she was smiling at her handy work, my was heart beating with anticipation.
Boy, I could go on for pages to describe the spanking, flogging, CBT, close pins, zipper, nipple torture (still a bit tender there by the way), lots of spanking as I made to big mistake of swatting her ass as she turned around for me to kiss it, let me tell you that was a bit of a mistake as big time punishment was handed out. Might have used the safe word if I could have only remembered it, well not really as a masochist I was getting into the pain.
What I want to relay here is the tremendous job she did fucking my ass. Never have I experienced anything close to this in my life. Kneeling on the bed with my ass high and my head low, spread and exposed, she began to work on me, oh she know just where to push and how to get me to move, and to let go (which if fucking extremely difficult for me to do, letting go), but lost in the moment I was and I am not ashamed to say what a moment. Moving my body to the rhythm, pushing, gyrating, moaning, I know I have never moaned so much in my life. Fuck I am still thinking about that … man oh man.
Look, anyway, she is a pro, careful, and safe; she is therapeutic, cathartic and in your head. I still remember the whispering in my ear as she was fucking me … it was great fun, you have to experience it for yourself.
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