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During the last 3 and ½ weeks, I have been fortunate enough to spend over 18 hours enjoying the “tender” mercies of San Francisco Dominant Ms. Tara Sterling. Now that a few days have passed since our last scene and I can catch my breath, I wanted to pass along my impressions of this outstanding top to anybody who might be looking for a San Francisco Mistress.

Before describing a few of the 8 scenes she crafted over 3 days, let me quickly establish my background to let you judge whether you want to pay any attention to my opinion. I have been seriously exploring BDSM for over 20 years and have been lucky enough to play with dozens of professional and lifestyle dominants. I’m not claiming to be a great bottom or even a good one, but I am fairly experienced and think I can tell the difference between a pretender and the real deal.

Ms. Sterling is the real deal – AND HOW! She is intelligent, extremely creative in structuring a scene, great at reading a bottom, experienced with a wide variety of BDSM activities, technically accomplished, absolutely gorgeous, and a genuine dominant sadist.

A quick summary of a couple of our scenes should give something of a feel for what an afternoon with Ms. Sterling is like. To set the stage; I first heard of her through good friend. He knew of my interest in serious play and passed along the information that Ms. Sterling was an inventive and highly skilled dominant from the top SF dungeon The Eiger Institute.

I was intrigued and excited and quickly contacted her to see if she was interested in helping me explore deep submission, heavy bondage and fairly severe SM. She was very interested, but wisely insisted that we fully and honestly discuss my experience, desires, fantasies and limits. Ms. Sterling stressed the importance of honest communication since she would take total control within the limits we agreed upon. As you will soon see, honest communication is a must since Ms. Sterling did indeed take total control within my limits.

To give a little flavor of a scene with Ms. Sterling, I will jump to a point about 90 minutes into one of our sessions in the friendly confines of the Eiger Institute. I was naked except for a pair of patent knee high bondage ballet boots, a CB3000 chastity device (that had been on for 3 days prior to our afternoon), fists wrapped with cling wrap and duct tape, with a blindfold and a really punishing metal tongue gag. This gag held my mouth open and forced my tongue through a little metal ring thus insuring I would continuously drool.

After releasing me from some severe metal bondage, Ms. Sterling had me crawl in the dark to what turned out to be a fiendish metal and leather bondage bench (called the Huse bench). She had me crawl onto the Huse bench and then securely strapped my legs apart, my hands to the underside of the bench and my body to the bench itself. My legs were spread and held wide apart thanks to the unique design of the bench making my chastised dangly bits, well .. dangling a bit off the end of the bench. With a simple turn of a crank, Ms. Sterling could spread my legs as far apart as she wanted, thus leaving me more and more vulnerable.

After strapping me down and cranking me up, Ms. Sterling then left me to stew in my own juices. Remember, I wanted to experience real submission to a true dominant. That meant that She set the rhythms of the scene, not me. Periodically, I would sense Ms. Sterling behind me and a cane would slash repeatedly across my exposed ass, thighs and even (gently) on my ball – the only thing jutting out from that chastity. She would often strike without warning and end without uttering a word. With my ass and thighs warmed to oven temperatures, my drool dripping onto the towel she placed under the front of the Huse bench and the darkness of the blindfold cutting off my sense of time, I soon drifted away.

“What are you doing!” Her words brought me back to reality. I didn’t know what I was doing but I soon figured out that I had been unconsciously batting at my imprisoned cock with my wrapped fists. I wasn’t getting anywhere, but it just felt necessary. “We can’t have that.” A few seconds later, I felt Ms. Sterling put leather fist mitts over my wrapped hands and then snapped them to the bottom of the bench. No more touching my chastity. In fact, no more touching anything.

To compress an hour plus on the Huse bench into a few words, I was soon gone again. Within minutes, I was apparently humping away at the base of the bench, desperately trying to get some, any stimulation through that Chastity. Seeing my butt quiver, Ms. Sterling repeatedly swung the cane to meet my outthrusts. It hurt like the dickens, but I couldn’t stop myself. Of course, like the Stones, I couldn’t get no satisfaction. It wasn’t until She had enough amusement from my obviously frustrated desperation that she released me only to have me crawl into an inflatable latex sleep sack.

Perhaps more on that sleep sack scene at a later date. For now, I would like to describe a completely different scene. She had just released me from a couple of hours in a severe metal bondage chair at the Institute. Once again, I was wearing that CB3000, the ballet boots, kneepads and bondage fist mitts. Ms. Sterling was wearing an amazing shiny black latex dress and had just kicked off her high-heeled pumps. “Follow me upstairs,” she commanded as she slowed walked out the room and up the stairs of the Institute.

It was agony crawling on the floor in the fist mitts and ballet boots and even worse crawling painfully up the stairs one halting step at a time. I kept trying to catch a glimpse of Ms. Sterling, but all I saw was the soles of her beautiful feet while I heard the swish-swish of her latex dress as she walked up the stairs. Eventually, we made our way into a very scary room. I only got a quick glance before she had me face the wall in a corner, but I caught a glimpse of a heavy metal cage, a bondage horse, a torture table and suspension gear.

Before I had time to think, she had placed my legs and arms through leather straps, buckled my wrists together and then disappeared behind me. I heard some clanking and then found myself slowly being drawn upwards. Within a minute, Ms. Sterling had me hanging from the ceiling, spinning slowly in a tight body harness. She then methodically set to work, adding a strap here and a rope there. Soon I found that my arms had been tightly bound at the upper arms and at the wrists and wedged between my boots, which had been fastened to the back of the harness thus lifting and spreading my legs. A large hard rubber gag was jammed into my mouth and I had to take small breaths due to the combination of the arm bondage thrusting my chest out and the chest strap pressing into my chest.

I continued to swing slowly around while Ms. Sterling contemplated me. She grabbed my cock, not to release it from its confinement, but to put a parachute around it and add a weight to the pressure of the chastity. Ms. Sterling then quickly swung me around and stood in front of me with a cane in her hand. She rubbed the cane, gave it a few well-practiced swings and gently put a hand on a thigh to steady me. WHOOSH! The cane repeatedly whistled through the air as Ms. Sterling skillfully worked my thighs over from top to bottom. The dungeon was filled for the next few minutes by the sounds of the cane cutting through the air, Ms, Sterling’s comments and my muffled screams.

I started to buck in mid-air. I wanted to close my legs, but couldn’t. The blows had set me spinning and I slowly swung around to face the mirror in the corner. Even though in pain, I had to marvel at the sight. I looked like a bird, wings spread wide apart. I had NEVER felt so exposed and vulnerable. My chastised cock swung wildly back and forth as the weight attached to it veered from side to side. I started to get desperate; not from the pain, but because I couldn’t see Ms. Sterling. “Where are you Mistress?” I mumbled through the gag

Ms. Sterling obviously understood enough of this because she spun me around, smiled and then set to beating my thighs and breasts with a will. I don’t remember how long it lasted, but I do remember being let down at some point after my will had broken and then crawling into the cage for yet another extreme stress bondage position. At that point, I was completely hers.

I realize the two scenes I described above might not be for everyone. However, although I had no say over the specifics of the scenes; in terms of the general tone and thrust of the scenes, they were exactly in line with our negotiations. I had wanted genuine submission and suffering to a real dominant sadist and that is exactly what I experienced. That is why honest communication with Ms. Sterling is so important. If you clearly tell her the territory you would like to explore (and if you don’t know for sure, she can help you define it), she will brilliantly lead you through that territory.

Although it may not have come out in my descriptions of our scenes, Ms. Sterling proved herself a master scene craftsman. She was brilliant at judging when to back off and let me stew in my own juices, when to let me lie in nervous anticipation, when to apply quick acute pain, when to apply prolonged agony, when to tantalize me with the prospect of seeing her and when to take away my senses. Many tops do not understand that a great scene builds in waves; that you have to pull back a little and gather energy to go a little higher with the next wave. Ms. Sterling completely understands that each scene has an ideal rhythm that emerges from the dynamic of the two players. She is as good at finding and sustaining that rhythm as any dominant I know.

I will eventually post additional details of my scenes with Ms. Sterling to give everybody a better feel for her skills and wide range of expertise. If anyone has any specific questions about my experiences with her, I would be glad to respond. She is a truly great person and a fabulous mistress and I would like to help anyone interested in getting to know her a bit better.

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