Particularly since i had found the US BDSM scene increasingly commercialized and impersonal, i had started to look for more mature European Mistresses who seemed more independent, more experienced and more real. As my work required me to travel to the UK four or five times a year, i started looking at sites in the UK and found a website for Mistress Fhionna. i loved the unusual spelling of Her name but when i saw Her ‘gallery’ of photographs, i hesitated. The shortness of Her hair, the intensity of Her stare and the seriousness of Her look left no doubt as to whose whims and fancies would be acted out in session. The questions were both ‘was i really ready for this?’ and ‘whether She could intuit how to push my limits (i knew, despite years of play, i still had a lot of growing to do as a sub) without sending me to the hospital and leading me to want to serve Her again.
After some email exchanges, We/we spoke on the phone a few times and i found Mistress Fhionna to be extremely intelligent and compassionate which really formed the basis of allowing myself to submit to Her without specifying desires or limits, as such… my instinct said She would figure out how to lead me down the sub path and i hoped and prayed that my natural submissiveness would do the rest. Finally, after lots of logistical challenges, i knew i had to be in London in late January and Ma’am (as i am now to call Her) agreed that We/we could meet there if i secured a proper dungeon in which to serve Her. A few searches on the internet led me to London Dungeon Hire (LDH) and i made the necessary arrangements with the dungeon keeper Ian. The website revealed a wonderfully elaborate set of playrooms with virtually every fetish device… the ‘sin bin’ was particularly intriguing and scary (a completely dark enclosure for imprisoning and immobilizing naughty slaves – something i would try very hard never to be). So the booking was made and confirmed with Ian, who was extremely helpful and encouraging.
After arriving in London, freshening up a bit – including trimming my pubic hair and hair around my balls – i met Ma’am in the hotel so that We/we could get to know each other for a few minutes in person before diving into session. When i sat down, i said ‘hello Ma’am, i’m very pleased to meet You at last and wish to be of service to You’ to which She responded ‘it’s nice to meet you as well mark and don’t worry you will be.’ After having me sit on a chair that was subtly but definitively below Hers, Ma’am introduced me to steve, Her slave of many years who had accompanied Her to London. If i’d had any lingering doubts about how ‘real’ Mistress Fhionna was, they were immediately dispelled in those first few moments in Her presence.
So We/we went off by cab to the dungeon which was a long ride into East London, giving time for Us/us to get to know each other better… that said, my heart was in my throat so i could hardly be myself or at ease properly. We/we arrived at a rather nondescript set of apartments (flats) and were buzzed upstairs. Ian met us on the landing and ushered Us/us through a wonderful terrace garden and then We/we walked through the door and were in a completely transformed fantasy world. he then showed Us/us each of the rooms We/we had rented, pointing out specific items occasionally, literally, lovingly. As Ma’am asked questions about this item or that one, it became uncomfortably clear to me that She had been studying the website in some detail to prepare for the visit. Ian told Us/us where he would be if We/we needed him, pointed out the ‘call button’ and left Us/us to our own ‘devices.’ Literally at that instant, Ma’am told me to strip and kneel head down in the throne room, almost as if She was impatient to begin and that i had been responsible for any delay. After what seemed like endless moments during which Ma’am was dressing, organizing, and clicking in Her heels back and forth, She at last approached me from behind and firmly spread my legs by taking her knee and prodding me above the testicles. This gave her free access to squeeze my balls, grabbing them forcefully, leaving no doubt as to whose ‘equipment’ She was playing with. She also scratched my back and bottom hard, making me a bit nervous about how long those marks above the waistline would last.
Ma’am then arose, sat in the throne and had me ‘kneel up’ while staring deeply in to my eyes… i felt completely penetrated at that moment with no defenses at all. Without losing eye contact, Ma’am squeezed my nipples with her nails so intensely that it nearly brought tears but definitely doubled my breath rate, following a pretty loud gasp. Releasing Her grip for a moment, She then asked the quintessential question that i knew now i could answer. ‘why are you here before me ?’ i knew there could be no other answer than ‘to please You Ma’am.’ ‘Good, so let Us/us begin’. ‘Go through to the bondage chamber and lie down on the bench to wait for Me.’ I did so immediately and when Ma’am had shackled me in place i felt a strange comfort from how completely secured i was at the ankles, calves, thighs, waist, wrists, forearms and biceps. While i knew i was about to experience a great degree of pain, i also knew that i wouldn’t fail Ma’am by not tolerating or accepting it. i was shocked by the severity of the first four (i think) blows, and Ma’am stopped to examine Her work. i could see a smile on Her face, as i looked in the mirror, and my breathing grew very heavy then extended in to audible whines. She then came around to the front of me, stroked my head gently and said encouragingly ‘very good, I like your moans. Lets make more’ at which point Ma’am put a bar gag into my mouth and secured it at the back of my head.
As She leisurely returned behind me, i heard Her flicking something in Her hand and i thought ‘what did i do to deserve this punishment?’ As if Ma’am heard my thought, She said, ‘occasionally I find it extremely exciting to give My submissive a little pain, whether or not he or she deserves it’, ‘I make the rules’. Then She simply stated ‘four more’ then ‘four more’ and ‘four more’ by the end of which i was a perspiring limp rag on the punishment table, any sign of sexual excitement long since gone. Ma’am said ‘good boy’ and un-strapped me from the bench. While my bottom was marked, matted and on fire, i was pleased that i had completed my corporal punishment for the evening… or so i hoped.
Then i was told to return to the throne room with head down and kneeling, having no idea what was coming next. As I heard Ma’am’s high heels approach, i tried to keep my mind only in the present – not thinking about the intensity of what had come before or might come after. With this thought in mind, i felt Her hands, fingers and nails on my very sore bottom with an occasional hard spank of Her bare hand intervening with its intended loud ‘thwack.’ The fingernail treatment was the most difficult to tolerate… a combination of severe pain with ticklish sensations that made me either want to cry or laugh out loud or both. i was relieved when Ma’am walked to the front of me and sat in the throne and secured my head, staring down at Her elegant black pumps, between Her firm, warm stocking clad calves. She held me tightly there for a good while, the power in Her legs evident, occasionally scratching my wounds pretty hard and saying ‘hmmm’ as i squirmed and gasped to Her touch.
Then Ma’am asked me to return to the room with the punishment bench, fitting me into a suspended head cage, while also restraining my legs and arms. As this took a bit of time, i absent-mindedly began to hum to the background music in the dungeon. Two pinches to my nipples quickly brought me back to attention. ‘I expect my submissives to maintain 100% focus on Me at all times that We/we are in session… understand?’ ‘Yes Ma’am” i quickly and sheepishly responded. ‘Now I am going to shave parts of your body to intensify the pain you will experience from My electrodes’. Having done so, rapidly, with no ceremony, Ma’am attached the electrodes to my already sore nipples, cock and balls and applied the electricity in a mild way to start. Just as i was thinking ‘well this isn’t so tough to handle, in fact it’s kind of…’ Ma’am’s fingers turned on the dial and suddenly i was twisting and twirling and squeezing my knees together to absorb the pins and needles that felt like they were being pressed into me. i was conscious that my breathing was becoming erratic and Ma’am told me to breath deeply, to take my time and slow down, all the while the electrics were in full pulse, as She didn’t remove them.
After an hour plus with Mistress Fhionna, frankly i was hoping for a modest break from the pain threshold training She obviously enjoyed so much. So i was rather pleased to feel Her gloved fingers opening my anus and was looking forward to the feeling of fullness to come from complete penetration. At this point, Ma’am plunged something deep inside and i let out an ‘oh!’ But then the insertion started jumping around in my rectum, dancing to Her turns of another knob on another toy. As She turned up the electricity my squirming increased, to which Ma’am said, ‘Stay still or I will make sure you receive the real thing’. This stilled me instantly, although i must admit it also got my imagination going. Perhaps She had brought Her slave with Her to London for a reason!
At this point, i was pretty exhausted and sore from the various new experiences, emotions, and sensations and secretly was hoping for closure. i am not, nor ever will be a ‘pain freak’ and the time had come, or so i thought, that Ma’am would end my training at this point, in preparation for another visit in the near future. So when Mistress Fhionna had me stand and strapped another type of gag into my mouth, telling me to return to the punishment bench, i had to rapidly adjust my ‘headspace’ to mentally be able to go on. This time, Ma’am was in no mood to linger, moving quickly in a matter of fact way. ‘I have decided that you need to be punished properly for not giving Me your full attention’. ‘I want you to take 18 strokes of My cane’. i then heard the swish of several canes behind me as She tested them for some characteristic, perhaps flexibility, or more likely just wanted me to start imagining the strokes before they began. i accepted, as i wanted to please Ma’am, and then without warning, the first six strokes came on my already sore (but also perhaps warmed up?) bottom and the explosion of pain burst inside my head, as i started to whimper, drivel and drool from the gag. ‘Only 12 more’ and i noted that Ma’am had attacked a new spot of my bottom crease for a few of the strokes, perhaps to be merciful or to simply paint on a fresh canvass, but then returned to my ass several searing times, before finishing.
As i write this, i can hardly believe after all that, Ma’am tested me further at the very end with exposed alligator clamps on my nipples, while softly tugging on their connecting chain. i could take no more and cried through the gag as the tears flowed… She had me kneel quietly before Her, stroking my face and head with Her hand. ‘Well done… you may now go and inspect your marks in the mirror for a moment in the bathroom.’ When i returned, after gaining some composure, i received the best reward of all, a big smile, and the permission to see Ma’am again, with the words, ‘you have potential… now dress quickly please.’ |
