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« on: March 04, 2008, 03:25:12 PM »
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« on: March 26, 2008, 07:31:11 PM »
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This evening I had an amazing session with Mistress Aurora at Rapture. Before I say anything about the session, I want to mention a few things about Rapture.
This is a place that does everything right. For the week before my session, I had multiple emails, IM chats, and discussions with Miss Aurora about the things I was interested in. I have a variety of kinks and fetishes which are a little unusual and she picked up on exactly what I needed immediately. Five days before our session, she instructed me to not cum. The two days before, that was enforced by being locked in my CB3000. Needless to say, I found it hard to think of anything else for those days except the session that we were going to have.
Our emails started substantive, but soon turned into little teases, which kept me on edge until we met.
The women of Rapture that I have met and the subs I hang out with in chat at Rapture are fantastic people, lifestyle people who understand BDSM at a deep level.
OK, so that brings us to tonight.
I booked a 3 hours session with Mistress Aurora for intense humiliation, bondage and some light CBT. The primary focus was on fetish humiliation. The short version was that the session was mind blowing. The longer version follows, with a few things left out because they were so deep, so personal and so humiliating, that I want to keep them as a shared memory between myself and my Mistress.
After getting checked in, I stripped and kneeled down waiting for her to enter the room. She came in, with a question.
“We have a new Mistress, would it be OK if she sat in on the first hour of your session?”
She might as well have asked if I wanted a million dollars and a ferrari. Would that be OK?
Mistress Aurora introduced me to Madame Claudette, tall, gorgeous, striking features. Best of all, she seemed to delight in humiliating me along with Mistress.
So it begins. In the Red Room, legs tied apart, hands bound behind my back (Madame Claudette is a very talented rigger!) and two women laughing, seriously laughing, at my tiny little penis, locked up in its chastity belt. They think it is funny and proceed to tell me exactly how funny and why.
Mistress Anais Sin comes in, smiling wickedly and stuffs some toilet paper she has just peed on into my mouth and twists my nipples. Hard. She bites me, laughs and tells me I taste like Chicken. Mistress Aurora and Madame Claudette think this too is hilarious. Miss Anais thinks my small cock is funny too.
Mistress Aurora makes up a song for me “Teeny Tiny Penis. Teeny Tiny Penis. I’m the one who has a Teeny Tiny Penis.” I have to sing it every time they talk about it. I feel like and idiot and they start giggling and dancing to my sing-songy tune. I can’t even look at them. They even brought the receptionist in to hear me sing for her.
Mistress Aurora starts to cane my cock and balls, doing some light CBT. Well, light for them. For me it hurt like hell. But in the good way.
Mistress sees me still chewing on the toilet paper and makes me eat it, swallowing it. And then they start using my mouth as a garbage can. Lots of things go in there, mostly after they dangle them in front of my face on the edge of cane and make me chase them around for their amusement. Embarrassment starts to go through the roof. They are stuffing tissues in my mouth that they have blown their nose on or wiped the sweat from the armpits with. I am dying of embarrassment, but more excited that I have been in a long time.
Mistress Aurora tells Madame Claudette about my fetish for stinky feet, so they both remove their shoes and let me sniff them a little before hanging them just over my head on the crossbar, so they are maybe a foot away from me. I can’t get to them no matter how much I squirm and struggle. And the more I squirm and struggle, the funnier they think it is.
Before she goes, Madame Claudette, allows me to sniff her boots, which smell amazing! Short bursts before she pulls it away and laughs at me.
Once she is gone, Mistress Aurora starts to get into some deeper psychological play. Increasing levels of psychological and emotional sadism. Including some very personal humiliation and a brief period of abandonment (which felt like forever). The more she hurt me and rejected me, the deeper my need for her grew. She was very adept at manipulating that and those feelings.
Four or five times, I dropped to deep sub space. She could have asked me to do anything and I would have without question.
One of my tasks was licking the floor, from the bed to the door and back to the other corner. This is much harder than it sounds and there were no excuses and no stopping except for a brief rest while I licked on spot and she used me as a footrest.
After the floor was licked clean, she took a squeeze bottle of cherry syrup and wrote her name on the the floor. Back to licking for me, lapping at the syrup, blushing and squirming.
Finally, she allowed me to crawl to her and curl up near her feet. She watched me masturbate for her while she occasionally leaned over to spit on my face or in my mouth. With each passing moment, my adoration grew. I hit those moments where words started to fail. I was talking, but I had no idea what I was saying. I am sure I told her I loved her, which in that moment was the truth. Her response was cold, even cruel. Each word, each rejection, each bit of nastiness she threw back in my face made my insides squirm, my blood boil and my desperation and need for her grow. I needed her to like me, to want me, to need my like I needed her and she didn’t. And it hurt.
Finally, the session came to a close and after squirting surgical soap in my mouth to clean it, she allowed me the privilege of a kiss on her armpit.
I was in heaven. She raised her arm, slowly lowered herself, allowed me to smell her delicious, beautiful scent. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together. I braced myself and pressed forward. The tender skin of her armpit met my lips and I could feel the slightest hint of stubble. As I started to kiss, preparing myself to let the feeling wash over me, envelope me, and complete me, she pulled away. “That’s it, that’s all you get,” she laughed. I had barely touched her, just enough to burn the need in my mind, my memory and my soul.
There is play begging, there is real begging, and then there is desperate pleading, where you are trying to find words but you can’t. You jabber and plead because your mind is mush and you are lost, confused, and desperate. That was me. She walked away, leaving me on the floor and I started to sob softly. We ended the scene with her locking me back into my chastity cage (I am coming back for a session at Rapture again tomorrow, so it looks like a squirmy night for me)
I have never cried in a scene. It remains one of my fantasies. There were two moments with Mistress Aurora when I came close.
Everything I dreamed about came true. Not as some script that she followed, but because she took what she learned about me and made it her own.
This was my first session with her. It won’t be my last. If you enjoy intense psychological play, humiliation, and someone who can dish out psychological abuse, I highly recommend Mistress Aurora. Oh, and did I mention, she is a knock out?
