New York meets Mistress Fhionna

Being a guest Dominatrix at the infamous Pandora’s Box dungeon in New York City was a dream come true. I flew there in March with a couple of companions, including, most importantly, My slave ‘s’. Arriving at night I was met with the sight of the Statue of Liberty, out in the water, flood lit, majestic and powerful in her own right. She stands tall as a powerful lady who welcomed strangers to the shores of Manhattan, so long ago. At that moment I too felt powerful and knew that this adventure was going to be most memorable.

I had sessions booked in the various decorative rooms of Pandora’s the following day and was due to be there for quite a long time. The excitement of getting up in a strange city, one that is famous for a number of reasons, made My head spin. I knew I had to find My way there for 12 noon, as My first session was due to begin at that time.

I only just made it, with My slave at My side. As We/we negotiated the subway and the mass of streets I thought about the submissive that was waiting to meet his Mistress for the first time, come all the way from Glasgow, Scotland.

I arrived and walked cautiously down the narrow stairwell to the reception area. I was shown to the dressing room and even though I had had time to visit quickly the night We/we arrived I found that I was soon lost again within the labyrinth of corridors and rooms. I emerged from the dressing room feeling tall and elegant in My full-length leather dress, its skin fitting tightly over My own. I knew that james would hear My footsteps echo in the hallway and walked slowly to the chamber. My first Dominant New York experience was about to begin…

‘Get onto your knees before Me’. It may have been his first experience with a European Dominatrix but I insisted on manners from the first point of contact. After a brief chat I left the chamber and let him have time to prepare. When I returned james was on his knees, as directed, in front of the large full-length mirror that adorned the wall on one side. I told him to kneel up and attached a collar round his neck and then a lead to the collar. he was going to be My little doggy/pet. Like all pets, rewards are given for good behaviour and punishment is given for bad. his reward would be to worship My long slim legs, from the tip of My toe to the lacy top of My stocking but if he were bad then his backside would find itself pink and glowing from the palm of My hand. james was nervous and liked to chat. he forgot his place on more than one occasion and had to be corrected. The loud slap would make him pay attention to My directions.

Being a beast of large girth, doggy found it difficult to kneel for long or even to turn and follow My lead to the pace that it was required. he was out of breath and lagging behind. Another slap on his already pink rump saw that he picked up his pace and tried harder to please Me. True to My word, as always, once doggy had fully exhausted his potential I allowed his lapping tongue to gently caress My shiny leather stilettos. Taking the long slender heel into his mouth he sucked the leather clean, continuing up and over onto the long soft surface of the shoe itself. I instructed doggy to remove My shoes, which he did very gently, and lap between My toes. he did so, making contented puppy noises as his tongue snaked slowly up My stocking clad leg until he reached the lace around My thigh.

his moans grew louder and he asked for permission to speak by barking twice. I allowed him this privilege and he said one thing, ‘Mistress Fhionna, I have tried hard to obey your instructions and you have seen fit to reward me in the worship of your wonderful feet and legs. I am most grateful and could spend eternity in this position, at your feet. Thank You’.

I had waited for some time to see My slave in New York and ‘d’ was due to session with Me for several hours that day. I had very little time to rest between sessions but made sure ‘s’, was well and fit for his participation. Both slaves are bi-sexual and I had a fabulous time planned. ‘d’ was due to arrive at 3pm and both are keen to please Me as much as possible. ‘s’ was to have his head completely shaved for the first time in 10 years of service and ‘d’ had expressed an interest in taking part in our ritual…

‘d’ was naked with only his collar in place round his neck; the brown one he had chosen from a pet shop in the city as a task I had given him to complete as part of our long distance relationship. He was on all fours with his head low and his palms open and facing upwards as a sign of his submission to Me. I entered the chamber and saw his beautiful form, long, slender and fit, a runner’s legs, muscled and toned, a rounded mound that formed his ass, soon to be tortured and punished at My whim. I greeted him by running My long fingers over his form, taking in the shape of his body and the curve of the leather on his neck. A wonderful sight and one that excited Me greatly.

I raised his head with my hand and slowly pulled him up into a kneeling position with his hands clamped in place behind his back, as he had often done before. A smile flickered across his face as he waited for permission to greet Me. I allowed him to speak, ‘I am honoured to be in Your presence again, My owner’. I loved to hear that deep voice with its American accent and I smiled in return and took his nipples in My hand to tease them and cause the slightest of pain. Our time together was to last for a wonderfully long time and I wanted him to last the pace. I loved to watch his face as he never took his eyes of mine. I tortured his nipples gently for some time before sending him to fetch the clamps and various instruments of torture that I loved. I knew he would do his best for Me at all times. I was to test this to the limit that day but I knew he would do his best, no matter what.

‘d’ had a punishment book that he kept, as instructed, and any infraction on his part in the failure of tasks or direction given and an entry would be made in the book to receive the cane. He had a lot of entries to be dealt with and I decided to deal the punishment first and then continue with the rest of his session after he was bleeding and sore. I knew this would be very painful and that he would be exhausted by the end of our time together but I had decided that this is how the session would proceed.

In the chamber I had chosen to use there was a long rack that stretched its victims; much to My delight. I lead him across the floor explaining the punishment that was due and that the book would be empty on its completion. I explained that he would be strapped down to the table, gagged and bound while I exercised My right to punish him for his mistakes. ‘d’ nodded his acknowledgement and lowered his head in silence. he dutifully lay on his front on the table and lifted his head to be silenced by the gag, lowering it again once the gag was in place. he stretched out his arms for the cuffs to be placed around his wrists and opened his legs for the manacles to be placed around his ankles. I turned the large wooden crank at the head of the table and stretched him to just beyond his natural length. I lifted the cane and with no previous warm up (this was punishment) made the first welt appear on his skin, then the second and the third until all the strokes had been delivered. I walked to the end of the table and moved the crank to loosen his bonds. I undid the manacles and cuffs and ordered him to the floor where he sobbed, his body heaving against My feet. his buttocks were bleeding and the raised marks of the cane gave me Great pleasure.

Leaving ‘d’ in his position on the floor I left the chamber to call for slave ‘s’. he obediently arrived in front of Me. I ordered him to enter the chamber and kneel beside ‘d’, which he did without question. When I re-entered the chamber the wonderful sight of My two handsome male slaves kneeling side by side gave Me great pleasure. My excitement grew as I ran My hands over both bodies, the sobs of ‘d’ still audible although diminished. They were going to perform together for Me!

As I sat in the throne opposite I watched in awe as they followed My directions to the letter, the two magnificent forms gliding over each other, mouths meeting, limbs entwined, members stiff and swallowed up. This was irresistible. I stood and walked over to them and as they both became alert to My presence near by they stopped for a fleeting moment before resuming their passionate love. I grabbed and pulled at ‘d’’s hair forcing his mouth onto ‘s’ as he pounded at ‘s’’s ass with full force. I tortured ‘d’ by pulling his nipples as he thrust forward ever harder and investigated his ass with my own, gloved, fingers. I ordered them both to stop and with sad looks they quickly separated and knelt on the floor as before.

Now had come the time to shave the head of ‘s’ for the first time. I directed him to leave the chamber and fetch a large bowl with hot water and a towel. Meanwhile I directed ‘d’ to prepare the razor and the shaving foam and kneel in front of Me on the throne while We/we waited for ‘s’ to return. On his arrival he placed the bowl and the towel at My feet and knelt beside ‘d’, again their bodies close enough to be touching. I took the cup and filled it with the warm water and commanded ‘s’ to come forward. I then commanded ‘d’ to kneel up so that he could watch the ritual but to keep quiet at all times. ‘s’ moved his head over the bowl as I poured the water over his head, down his cheeks and over his eyes. The lather was thickly applied and the first stroke of the razor applied to his scalp. ‘d’ watched transfixed and I could tell he was eager to take part. At the end of the shaving I ordered ‘d’ to rinse the head of ‘s’. With this command he began to very gently pour water over his head and stroke away the foam, soothing his scalp with his fingertips. I watched the pair together and loved how close they had become.

After ‘s’ had kissed my feet in thanks I ordered him to leave the room as the last hour or so was to be for just Myself and slave ‘d’. he worshiped My feet and legs, took more and more pain on his nipples, his ass cheeks and his back and was completely exhausted by the end. I knew he worshipped Me and would do all he could to please Me but I was to see him twice more before My return home and knew that more fun was to come another day!