29 Sep 2018
September 29, 2018
This was my first time with Mistress Kali, and my goodness, what an experience. She is a Domina Phenomena. She read my mind and understood me more than I understand myself. She was cruel, but tender; it was painful, but lovely. Every knot she ties has true meaning, and she wields her body as cruelly as any whip. But when she does whip, it bites. And she bites. And tramples, and crushes, and torments, and fucks you, body and mind, like it’s Meant To Be. Her sheer physicality is intensely erotic and scarily overwhelming, yet her touch can be light – barely there. But very much there; in the moment, there is no one else and there is nothing else. She hurts, teases, and tortures in equal measure. My pain was her pleasure. I wanted to please her. I hope I did.
I can’t wait for our next adventure together.
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.
01 Mar 2017
March 1, 2017