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For the past few months, I've been actively engaged in a fun, friendly and enticing correspondence with Mistress wynter. It really came out of nowhere, yet I was quite taken aback by how much of a connection we seem to have made. So it really was the easiest decision in the world to fly out to meet her and Lady Constanze in Germany on her trip last week. The following review details what occurred when Doom found his inner submissive at the hands of a skilled, caring sadist. No names have been changed as there are no innocents.

I had a half hour wait before I was to be seen by Mistress wynter. Lady Constanze flashed that mischievous, devilish grin and led me to my entertainment for that half hour. Stripping and putting on a ridiculously high pair of stilettos, I was placed into a wooden box, my head held immobile by some inventive wooden architecture, my feet forced into the tip-toe position by the heels. That half hour allowed me to mentally prepare for the session..... my thoughts occasionally interrupted by the click of heels down the corridor and the futile act of trying to shift the weight from one foot to another to gain some relief. A few times, Lady C passed by, giving various parts of my exposed body a tweak or a pinch.

Finally I felt hands on my mid-section, gently caressing up to my nipples. A squeeze brought a quick intake of breath from me. The door encasing my head was opened and I could see it was Mistress wynter. I was immediately lost in her eyes. She seems to have the most incredible power to hold your gaze and keep you entranced. As she released me and led me to the room, I felt hypnotised by her presence, completely held by her feminine power. It had been promised that I was doomed and so it came to pass within 1 minute of our first session.

I was ordered onto the leg spreader bench, and again immobilised, my legs bound to the chair, rope across my neck to reduce the struggling that would almost certainly take place. Lowering her head, she gently took one of my nipples in her mouth and bit down, bringing another gasp to my lips. The door of the room opened and Lady Constanze entered, prowling her way to the end of the bench. While Mistress wynter began binding my hands with rope, Lady Constanze proceeded to tickle the soles of my feet. This is my true achilles heel and within seconds I was writhing on the bench in laughter. A swift slap across the face from Mistress wynter cut that out pretty sharpish, however. "You are here to learn 'focus', slave. That means that no matter what else happens in this room, I want you to focus solely on what I am doing to you." She glared at me and I realised just how serious she was. The tickling started again, but this time I was just able to keep my body still as Mistress finished tying my hands. She leaned over me provocatively, so close I could almost feel her lips on mine. "Open your mouth" As I did, I felt her saliva entering my mouth, all the time those bewitching eyes holding me captive.

Lady Constanze left the room shortly after, while Mistress wynter came back into my sight wearing a quite magnificent strap-on. To say I was terrified would be an understatement. Seriously, she looked like she had a scud missile jutting out of her groin, and scud missiles are pretty uncomfortable when inserted up the rear, right? Laughing at my discomfort, she said "yes, maybe too big for a virgin like you. Let's see what else we can do". Putting on a rubber glove, she gently teased my rear, encouraging me to beg to be penetrated. Pretty soon, I was begging her to fuck me and she duly obliged, plunging her goved fingers in rythmically, causing my body to involuntarily twitch with new sensations, my eyes to keep rolling back in their sockets.

When she had bored of this activity, I was released and ordered onto the floor. Presenting one booted leg, I was ordered to 'hump my boot'. Apparantly my pathetic facial expressions delighted her, as her laughter echoed across the room, the more I degraded myself. A strange activity, as I couldn't quite get the proper position to garner any real stimulation... although I somehow feel that was exactly the point. I felt, once again, bereft of control, as if this was purely for her pleasure and amusement. What was more, I realised just how much I was enjoying it.

The session was drawing to a close. Leading me into the shower room, I lay on the floor by her feet. She leaned close to my face and explained my fate. I was now her's, her property, her slave. Forever! To finalise this, I would be marked with her piss. As we locked eyes, I felt her begin to pee on my groin and legs. Again, I found I simply couldn't take my eyes from her's. That moment seemed to last for hours and I realised she had sealed that connection between us. Quite simply breath-taking.

What an incredible woman!

von Doom reserves the right to eat his hat with a sauce of his choosing

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