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The total package. In no particular order - intelligent, disarming, beautiful, down-to-earth, real, and definitely dominant. I hadn't sessioned in a while, but the urge started again recently. I saw her ad on eros.com and she immediately intrigued me. Perusing her website provided some insight into this magnificent Lady. Her medical background assured me that more than likely the session would be conducted in a safe manner. The military background indicated she knows the true meaning of discipline.

I wasn't disappointed. I called her during my workday, hoping to see if she was available later in the day. A pleasant voice anwsered the phone. She conducted a short interview on the phone, inquiring of my likes, limits, and any medical conditions she should be aware of. She instructed me to call her an hour before the session to get her location.

I arrived at her location not too nervous but filled with anticipation. I was greeted by a beautiful smile and curves that made me dizzy. After some small talk I was instructed to remove my clothes in the bathroom. Exiting, Domina V had me stand facing the wall so she could perform an inspection. Things were going well until she noted the five oclock shadow on my face. It went downhill from there. Noting that I would be punished if she was not pleased, she inspected my pubic hair. A shaving would be in order she said.

I then had to perform 100 jumping jacks for Domina V. The catch being a weighted parachute was attached to my balls.

I was then subjected to enforced eating while hogtied. A dish of grapes placed before my face, Domina V thought she would generously allow me to eat something since it dinner time and I was probably hungry from the excercise. I managed to accomplish this feat while being flogged and thanking her for her kindness and generosity. I was then subjected to further generosity when she removed my shackles and allowed me drink some water, from a funnel placed in my mouth. Gasping for air halfway through, I pullled my head away and she allowed the rest of the water to pour onto my downturned head.

The remainder of the session I was shackled spread eagled to the bed. My eyes were covered as I endured various torture to my shaven balls.

The session ended as I knelt before Domina V, denied the privilege of worhipping her beautiful legs since I had not lived up to her high standards. I can only hope to the next time.

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