19 Aug 2018
August 19, 2018
I have long been searching for ‘the right’ Dominant, and have many years experience behind me on my search. I believe I have now found that person in Mistress Kali. From her exquisitely presented website, it’s clear that she is a highly intelligent, creative and beautiful woman. Yet I still had little or no idea of what she would be like in person, and how we might connect during the session i had booked with her.
I arrived visibly shaking with nerves but was soon put at ease. Mistress Kali is even more stunning in person than her photos suggest, yet her relaxed demeanour and soft well-spoken voice are equally seductive. We chatted for a while enjoying a few laughs, and before long i was asked to undress.
Our session began ever so slowly and sensually. As the sounds of Phillip Glass filled the elegantly uncluttered dungeon, Mistress teased & caressed me with the lightest of touches. The mood was relaxed, refined, gentle…before Mistress Kali forced me into a wonderfully inescapable headlock, her body pressed firmly into mine from behind. She breathed deep into my right ear (a real sweet-spot of mine) before giving the ear itself a good long bite. Similar sublime attentions were also lavished upon my unarguing neck. After not very long at all I was in a state of pure tormented ecstasy.
This heavenly state of subspace deepened, as Mistress continued to commandeer my body & mind to fulfil her every specific requirement. In this deliciously frenzied state I became distracted by Mistress Kali’s mesmerising & endlessly high leather boots, but not for long: “Jason, do as I say – it’s in your interest, as well.”
I was then blindfolded and put into the tightest & most intricate bondage rig I’ve ever experienced (I’ve experienced a lot of bondage rigs). It felt like ‘home’ – safe, comforting & secure.
But there was – of course – a flipside to any such giddy infantile notions. The strokes from Mistress Kali’s various implements were by now bearing down with increasing force, and I was beginning to sweat like a red-faced character from a cartoon. After what seemed a long time holding a challenging position, I was slowly untied and allowed to stand – shaking & sweating all the while – and forced up hard against the cool mirrored wall.
Earlier – after my left leg had been untied – I had been quick to place it on the floor (without the express permission of Mistress). She was quick to coolly & calmly remind me: “What you do is for Me. If I put you in a position, Jason…then I expect you to stay in it.”
The blindfold was finally removed, and a trick of the light created a magenta-hued angelic/ demonic vignette around the lower half of Mistress Kali’s ever inscrutable face. After being revived with water & chocolate covered marzipan, Mistress deemed me sufficiently composed for the denouement of our session.
Mistress Kali effortlessly brought me to the edge & back again, countless times during our session. At moments I questioned whether I could take any more, but at no point did I question her ability to read me correctly and to safely guide me along the course she had determined.
It was a revelation to serve Mistress Kali, and I look forward to meeting with her again at the earliest available opportunity.
28 May 2017
May 28, 2017
Dear Mistress Kali,
Thank You for an exquisite session last night. It has taken me a fitful night of tossing and turning to fully appreciate what You have done to me.
In fevered flashes i found myself yearning for Your touch, the scent of Your skin, and caress of Your hair. The beauty of Your face, the aching sexuality of Your lithe body, and the swagger of Your confidence utterly devastated me. The sensuality of Your softer side is mesmerizing and intoxicating. You seduced and bewitched me completely Goddess.
And with Your expert hand and devious mind, You set fire to a depravity deep in my soul. You made me crave the debasement and degradation of Your spit. The bondage and hooding that left me a vulnerable object. You made me pine for the fear and pain of suffering for You. You made me realize that i need to be at the mercy of Your teeth, Your flogger, and Your hands that are not only expert, but can be viciously cruel.
As You split me wide open and made me squirm and spasm like the helplessly humiliated slut to which You reduced me, i fully realized the truth of Your words.
i am Yours Goddess. Post session, i am usually able to regain my control and composure for at least a few days, but as i awoke this morning tormented by the memory of last night, i was compelled to confess to You. i am uncontrollably throbbing for You as i write this and realize that i must kneel at Your feet again as soon as possible. You own me Mistress Kali. my cock, my ass, my mind body and soul.
i yearn to see You again. Please let me know when Your adoring worshiper might have that privilege.
With gratitude and devotion,
04 Mar 2017
March 4, 2017
If you are looking for a mind blowing session with a woman of superior intellect and beauty I cannot recommend more highly the talented and exquisitely cruel Mistress Kali. I knew I was lost the moment my gaze first fell upon her beauty, sparkling hazel eyes with a voice of such clarity and a wicked smile of some anticipated pleasure. There were no options open to me, I had to submit, as you will.
Mistress Kali played with my mind, taking me on an unimaginable journey that even my wildest fantasies had never touched upon. To benefit from being in her presence my submission had to be total, given willingly, trusting her to take me to a place where I could serve at her pleasure.
My tongue explored every detail of her black patent high heeled boots, from toe to heel, to miss even the tiniest spot of dirt was to invite one of her many whips to caress my naked body leaving a deep red stripe, one that I was able to admire for many days after and recall the intense sensations.
To show my respect for Mistress Kali I was required to kiss her beautiful soft bottom, a memory I will cherish for an eternity. Kneeling at her feet, looking at her beautiful and powerful figure was fantastic, but then to kiss her bottom was beyond words.
Plunged into darkness, my head gripped by a tightly laced and buckled hood, unable to see even the tiniest speck of light, sounds were muffled, I strained to hear the instructions given to me by Mistress Kali, my slow responses were met with a sharp rebuke and an extra stroke of the cane. In my dark space sensations were exaggerated, amplified and time had no meaning. Five minutes or fifty it did not matter, my only thought was to serve Mistress Kali, to accept the training.
Soon all sense of spatial awareness was lost to me, restricted by leather straps, tightly knotted ropes, my mouth held open by a gag. I was completely under her control. Hours of training and serving lay ahead of me…
I have known Mistress Kali for several years and consider myself to be truly lucky to serve as her sub.
02 Mar 2017
March 2, 2017
I’m a 31 year old professional into electronic music, technology, alternative culture. I knew I liked the idea of the woman being in control from a young age and I don’t know if it was related to material I’d seen on the Internet, or some natural consequence of my upbringing. But damn! I love a woman in control. After my first few relationships with women, I quickly learned the preference was for the man to be in control, so being wary of putting women off with what could be seen as a weakness meaning I wasn’t generally getting what I craved even when I was in a relationship, so I figured when I could I would go to see a professional dominatrix, to see if I could even tolerate being whipped or having my balls clamped. It turns out I can, pretty well!
Review of the Session
It’s a cold windy February evening, but I’ve finally decided I’m gonna do it: I was waiting outside to be met by Mistress Kali.
I was imagining the multitude of possibilities within, then Mistress Kali called me in and showed me into The Serpent Rooms. Mistress was dressed discreetly, which added to the excitement. As soon as you get in you can tell there is no shortage of fun to be had, and thoughts begin to race around questioning whether you should be there.
After introductions, health concerns and going through the standard rules, I was given the opportunity to talk about my wants and not-wants, and told the safe word. I was then told to strip naked and kneel in the centre of the room while Mistress prepared. I couldn’t help but have a look around, to try and figure out what each device was for, and what the likelihood was that it would be used on me.
I quickly assumed the requested position, pleased with the conditions being just right for me to be naked *and* warm. I was so nervous and brimming with excitement.
Mistress then walked in, somehow looking friendly, stern, and super sexy all at once. She was wearing thigh-high platform boots which i could have spent the entire session admiring, and a simple basque and thong to keep enough to the imagination. Altogether looking even more beautiful than her website would have you think, if I’m honest.
After being tied with my legs apart and arms up and apart, I was subjected to my first experience of being tickle tortured!!! I had only had aggressive STOP RIGHT NOW responses when trying this on others in the past, but I went with it and it turned out to be the most fun, erotic tickle I have ever had. There were a couple of instances of my subconscious trying to make me head-butt Mistress, but I managed to overpower it / she dodged me; I assume she fears nothing.
The friendly tickling introduction soon turned into a demonstration of Mistress’ various whips and flogging implements, demanding I counted up to ten with each one and of course thanking her for each one. I can’t quite explain it but the sharper the sting, the better, and they gradually got sharper. I quivered and had a moment of wobbly legs before being given a break.
Mistress tied me up in some incredible bondage and put me in a ball clamp. This was the worst pain yet, but one I’d been waiting for. This was followed by some more bondage to make the predicament even more ridiculous, I think Mistress was generally amused by the situation and sat down for a minute to have a smoke, using me as an ashtray.
The last scene of the session involved a mask being put over my head so I couldn’t see anything; I’d been tied rigidly to a table and turned almost upside down, with my hands tied down in heavy gloves and the most powerful nipple clamps I’ve experienced. The teasing and pain I’d craved was executed perfectly, my mind and my blood were racing, I was aroused beyond belief and after what seemed like endless denial, I was finally allowed release. I will be dreaming of this incredible experience until next time.
06 Nov 2014
November 6, 2014
“I have just been released by two stunning Dominatrixes from a dungeon somewhere in London after hours of torture & confinement.
My adventure began late at night after receiving an e-mail to rendezvous at the end of a deserted country lane. I arrived at the agreed time to find a car waiting for me, headlights on & engine running, but as I approached it slowly moved away into the night. Had I made a mistake about the time & location? No, the instructions had been explicit, detailed & don’t be late!
Cold & silence filled my mind. Lights dazzled me, a second car? I shrunk back into the hedge hoping not to be seen. As quickly as it had arrived it was gone, now there was only the sound of one car, it reappeared out of nowhere, blinding lights & then nothing, just a silhouette. Click, a black shadowy figure & I’m down on the ground, can barley move, forceful grip, dragged to my feet, rushed towards the car. No time to think. I hear someone say another car is coming, before I could look I was forced down, face inches from the tyre, then dragged to the back of the car & bundled in, wrists restrained behind my back, my head sharply pulled back & a gag is forced into my mouth. I am beaten & told to keep quiet. Bang! Tailgate slammed shut & the car speeds off into the night, I am now at the mercy of two of London’s best kidnappers.
As the long night unfolded, I would be stripped naked, bound, gagged & hooded as Miss Pip & Miss Kali forced me to their will & break me, I would do anything to please, agree to any of their demands however bizarre in the hope that my torture would light. How wrong I was, the night would be long & the torture exquisite at the hands of these beautiful dominatrix’s. How lucky I am”.
16 Oct 2014
October 16, 2014