A ballet of intense sensations
The questionnaire is long, and the questions are worth the time. I want to be sure of my choice.
It's been a while since I discovered Madame's site, and I haven't yet dared to take the plunge.
My experiences in BDSM are fairly limited, a few more or less satisfying encounters, but never in a dungeon, never with a dominatrix.
Then I tell myself that we only have one life, and that it's made up of experiences and adventures...
So I answer the questions, I know it's important for Madame to orchestrate an ideal session.
His reply was prompt, and we agreed on a date for the session.
I realize that this is it, I've taken the plunge: I'm going to surrender myself into His expert hands. I can hardly wait.
The fateful day finally arrives, and I make sure I'm on time, as I don't want to keep Madame waiting...
I arrive somewhat out of breath at Her door; the floors are high, but the Justice Room has to be earned. Madame opens the door with a smile.
The usual formalities, a reminder of safe words and a shower later, I'm ready for the session.
I'm trying to let the stress subside, and get myself in the right condition to enjoy what's to come.
Madame blindfolds me and guides me into the dungeon. I let my other senses take over as I discover this strange room...
Sweet perfume and soothing music surround me, but it's the sense of touch that's going to have to work overtime.
I soon find myself with my hands hanging from chains and my legs spread wide. My breathing quickens, things are about to get serious.
Madame warned me: she's tactile. Madame didn't lie, and Her hands explore my body, alternately caressing, scratching and tickling.
I don't know where she's going to strike, and I flinch at every touch. Madame laughs at my every reaction, and seems to be enjoying herself...
Then she moves away, picks up an invisible object and returns. She waves it in my ear for a moment, and it makes a metallic tinkling sound.
A burning sensation suddenly runs through my ribs, and I realize it's a spiked roulette wheel.
I don't have time to decide whether I love it or hate it, as Madame applies it quickly all over the place, giving me a ballet of intense sensations.
I try to escape this delicious torture, squirming vainly in my bonds, which makes Madame laugh a lot...
As soon as I'm untied, I'm lying on top of His cage. My respite is short-lived, as Madame immediately sets about tying me securely in place.
My feet, hands, arms and legs are strapped down, and my freedom of movement gradually reduced to nothing. A neck brace and a wide belt complete the ensemble.
Madame takes advantage of this new position to continue her exploration of my sensitive areas, and it's not long before I'm jiggling under her merciless tickling.
After several minutes of various tortures, Madame decides to restore my sight, before untying me again. I finally see the Justice Room with my own eyes...
My eyes adjust to the dim light, and I contemplate the walls adorned with countless toys and accessories. In front of me stands a St. Andrew's cross, my next destination.
My feet have barely touched the ground when Madame orders me to approach the cross. "It's for your own safety, of course..." she assures me as she straps me in firmly.
A mirror, judiciously placed behind the cross, reflects me back. I hardly have time to enjoy the view as I'm blindfolded again. Time for a spanking.
Madame turns up the volume, and chooses more rhythmic music. Queen. A very good choice. The swifts begin to dance, and I savor every moment...
After a moment that was both too short and too long, the music stopped and Madame decided to give me a rest.
I'm soon wrapped up in a balaclava and a leather sleeping bag. In this tight but comfortable cocoon, I lose track of time.
Madame doesn't abandon me, however, and I feel her caresses through the thickness of the bag. I have no desire to get out, especially when she sits on me.
All the best things come to an end, alas, and the two hours are already up. Before as much care as Elle has taken me into the session, Madame brings me back to reality...
We discuss the session over coffee, an essential step after such an activity. We talk about our impressions and what I liked best. I loved it all!
Despite being at His mercy and totally vulnerable throughout, I never felt uncomfortable or unsafe.
I thank Madame warmly for giving me her precious time, and head back down the stairs to the dreary Parisian greyness.
I can't wait to repeat the experience, and wonder what more delicious torments await me in the Justice Room...
F.