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Hello people of Maxville, this is my first post here and I hope you enjoy it.

I met Mistress wynter on the message board at the www.mistressjasmine.com website and we had exchanged several PMs before our first session ... this is the tale:

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"I'm not telling you anything about the scenario. You'll have to figure it out as you go along. I hope you're quick, sufferboy. I'll punish you if you can't get in the swing of the game immediately."

That's the last thing I heard from Mistress wynter before our first session together, back in November. My mind was swimming with the possibilities. She'd asked me to tell her my fantasies and we talked about so many. One of which was to be blindfolded and dominated by a woman I'd never seen. And since I'd never met Mistress wynter, nor had I seen any pictures yet, this seemed like the perfect time to try it out ...

When I arrived I was met at the door by a beautiful woman (later I would learn this was the famous phone manager Regan, now retired). There was no time for niceties, however, as immediately she slapped a blindfold on me and dragged me into the dungeon! There I was bound to a cross, undressed and left there naked and vulnerable, hanging and waiting.

The waiting was driving me mad. Every sound was magnified and confused. Was there anyone else here? But before I knew what was happening the noises were gone and I was back in silence.

After an eternity (five minutes or so) the door opened and I could hear Her enter. She walked around me, testing the bonds, testing my responses ... She was teasing me with her hair ... the warmth of her flesh ... finally she spoke with her breathy, soft whisper in my ear ...

"You've no idea why you're here, do you?"

She continued to play with me, beating me with the flogger, placing my cock and balls in bondage, but I didn't have a clue until she had me tied over the bench and was running the violet want across my most sensitive areas ...

"Are you pure?" she asked.

One of the more twisted fantasies I'd told her about was being taken and prepared as a human sacrifice ... I was flattered and excited that it interested her!

She explained that before I could be sacrificed to her "dark gods" I had to be purified of all my sins "with pain and fire". She continued to tease ... brushing up against me, still unseen ... saying all the right things in her sultry, sweet voice ... how I was going to suffer and cry with pain ... pushing all the right buttons.

Then she announced that I was ready for the next stage. I was led over to the bondage table and tied down on it, this time with my mouth gagged with tape. She returned to the cock and ball torture ... climbing on top of me to taunt me and describe my grisly end ... pressing up against my face as if to smother.

Then the moment came. "Before I take you," she said "I want you to look me in the eyes." Slowly the blindfold came off. And magic happened.

There, maybe only an inch or two from my own face was a vision of intense beauty ... an angel come to rescue me from a hell I hadn't even known I was in.

"You're so ... beautiful ..." I think that's all I could muster, mumbling through the gag. I felt like crying. "You're so beautiful ..."

The torture continued but there was such a distraction now that I tried to twist and turn my head to watch every move. I couldn't take my eyes off her, I was so entranced. She walked out of my vision and I heard a match strike. I gasped. She walked back and put a hand on the blindfold. "Should I put it back on?" she asked, taunting me.

"No, please!! No!" I begged through the gag.

I watched her movements, her strength and grace as she dripped the hot wax on my most delicate parts. She smoked casually at my side, occasionally stopping to drag her cigarette quickly across my skin, pausing briefly at my nipple until I couldn't stand it any more.

Out came the violet wand again, this time lingering longer causing more discomfort than before. "Kiss." She held her fingers to my lips. I worshiped and a shock of electricity arced from my lips. An electric kiss from a goddess! It was one of the simplest, most erotic things I'd ever had done to me. "That one will stay with you," she smiled.

Putting the electrics away, she began plucking the wax from my cock, laughing at how much was there. A snap of the rubber glove and the smell of sterilizing alcohol and I knew where this was going next! She pierced me with needles ... twice in the cock, twice in each nipple. Playing with them a while, she commented that she'd really hoped for more blood and that maybe I was holding out on her ...

For her next torture she brought out something that I'd never had used on me before ... the sounds. When I told her this, she brightened ... thrilled to be taking me to a new place! Not that I was going to get any say in it.

After removing the needles from my cock, she inserted first one rod ... then replaced it with one larger ... and then one larger still! She told me that with each one I was being purified ... that the darkness and sin that was in me was being flushed away and that I was going to be ready for sacrifice ... but that maybe, since I amused her so much ... perhaps she'd allow me to live as her plaything ... :-)

As she removed the needles from my nipples she commented again on the stingy amount of blood ... glancing at me sideways "maybe I should just get a scalpel and slice you up ..."

I looked her in the eyes and I could see her sadistic hunger. But something ... somehow ... it was personal. Sadistic hunger for ME. MY pain, MY suffering. For me there is no sexier feeling in all the world. I couldn't help but feed that hunger!

" ... please ..." I managed to whisper.

By the time she was ready to perform the carving, she'd also brought in the eager Mistress Chloe who was looking to get some instruction on sounds. It was a very hot thing for me, lying there, being discussed and treated like a teaching tool. Oh, and of course we had to go even one bigger this time. It took over a day for my cock to recover ...

And when it came time to cut, she held the razor on my skin and told me how much I was going to want to scream. But I was surprised I didn't. Yes it hurt, but by now there was an amazing bond of trust and erotic energy between us. Yes it hurt, but there was no fear. Just an incredible amount of intimacy.

Mistress wynter started with the intention of carving a 'W' .. but before long it grew into 'wynter' in two-inch letters right above my beaten cock. Mistress Chloe stayed for the whole process and asked me questions about how it felt and about subspace. I described it as a warm kind of detached peace and an emotional high. And the funny thing is I didn't realize until later that I had been in it right at that time.

And since more is merrier, the lovely Regan came in after it was done to take Poloroids.

So readers, this is the story of one of the most tremendous and phenomenal sessions I've ever had. Physically exhausting, emotionally draining ... beware Mistress wynter! She'll not only take possession of your body and spirit, she'll steal your heart as well. She's stolen mine.

www.mistresswynter.com

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