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Five stars out of five!
I’m so glad that I chose mystrys Genevieve of Charlotte, North Carolina to be my first Dominant. I was first impressed by the professionalism and good taste of Her website www.mystrys.com/domme.html, and rapidly put at ease by our pleasant email exchanges and phone conversation before we met for a special half-hour dungeon tour. Seeing Her meant a two-hour drive to another city, but She was well worth it. And how! Rest assurred that you can believe every claim She makes about Herself on Her site: this bright, charming, sophisticated young Woman is the real deal, and you can feel good about placing yourself in Her capable hands.
I admit that my curiosity about BDSM was chased by a healthy dose of fear and some skepticism. I’d read about endorphin rushes and subspace and was eager to experience the pleasure-through-pain phenemenon. mystrys Genevieve was always straight with me, explaining that while ecstasy is possible, it does require trust and may not happen during our first session. She also seemed to anticipate all of my concerns, and gave me the comforting and intimidating sense of being able to see right through me, almost read my mind. That just added to the overall sense of Her being someone I could trust completely. When I knocked on the door, She greeted me warmly then said, “It’s okay. I’m real, and you’re really here.” We drank delicious chocolate coffee, and had a nice chat to warm up. Because of the unusual circumsances of our brief initial meeting, She was still dressed for Her day job which I didn’t mind one bit. In fact, She looked so smart, sexy, confident and in control in that conservative business outfit it added a lot to the atmosphere. She looked like The Boss, a Woman I had to answer to, and I liked that.
The session began when She led me to an area just outside Her playroom and ordered me to strip naked, fold my clothes neatly and wait for Her on my knees. She went away for a bit, then returned with a collar and leash. When She stepped up to collar me, Her soft tummy inches from my face, and I got a strong whiff of Her fresh feminine scent through Her heavy skirt and pantyhose. God, that drove me out of my mind! I remember thinking that if She was this excited about the idea of hurting me, then I was really going to be in for it. I was also flattered. No doubt, this is a Woman who likes Her work!
mystrys Genevieve then walked me on all fours like Her pet doggy into the playroom, my stiff cock already spritzing Her floor with precum. Her playroom contained an upright “X” shaped cross, a menacing spanking bench, a vanity mirror and dresser, and the walls were lined with neatly arranged torture impliments including whips, floggers, paddles, crops, etc. I don’t know the names yet of most of the things. A fan stirred the air. mystrys Genevieve proudly told me that the “toys” on just one of Her walls were worth $2000, and I was duly impressed. Her demeanor was calm, confident and firm, but still somehow sweet and likeable. She never had to bark at me, and I found myself obeying Her commands eagerly. A little too eagerly maybe, because She made an amused remark about my incredible nervous energy as I fumbled with the attatchments of Her whipping bench to convert it to the configuration She wanted. Having to participate in my own punishment like that was thrilling.
When I finally got the bench right, She told me to kneel on a pew-like part and lean over it. She put me into some light bondage; leather wrist cuffs and a spreader bar. Several minutes of spanking followed, mostly an introduction to the various toys and their effects. Being teased with both sides of a hair brush was especially stimulating. In no time I was wagging my bare butt in anticipation which pleased Her. Then She recuffed my hands behind my back and had me balance on my knees on the pew as She stung my upper back with an expertly-wielded cat-of-nine-tails leather flail type thing. “Now we’ll try something simple and classic,” She said as She put three wooden clothes pins on each side of my chest. She moved me over to the “X” cross and secured my hands high over my head. Everything up to this point was nice, but would surely have become more painful if we’d had more time. That’s nothing against mystrys Genevieve, though. She still managed to give me a thorough introductory tour of the basic sensations the spanking toys have to offer. It was a nice warm-up for the second half of the session which was far more intense.
I felt much more vulnerable and turned on while restrained to the “X” shaped cross. I think it must be because my vitals were protected when I was leaning over the bench, but on the cross all my tender parts were wide open to my sexy and turned-on torturer. Mistrys Genevieve was much shorter than me even in heels, but somehow that added to the excitement. When she stood with Her petite natural body fully clothed so close to my exposed nakedness with Her cute little face looking up at me, Her eyes hard little points of sadistic lust, I felt more naked and excited than I ever have. She liked to run Her soft little hands all over my flesh like She owned it, which at that moment She most certainly did. I was helpless, completely at Her mercy and we both knew it. She made me feel like a casual sex object; no one has ever touched me quite like that before; with such a maddening mix of tenderness and rough groping. Then She really started to hurt me. She wielded a riding crop and bee stinger like magic wands, biting my cock head, and especially my inner thighs which were surprisingly tender.
Mostly She focused on my chest, and struck sadistic gold. She started slowly, gradually working up to heavier abuse. All along She observed my reactions carefully. I stole glances at Her eyes; they were blissed out & dreamy. The six clothes pins were soon replaced by a set of heavy metal Japanese clover clamps which were very menacing. I liked it when She told me these clamps only got tighter when pulled, but I loved it when She showed me. As Her pulling, pinching, twisting, tugging and slapping of my tits intensified we both knew that we were breaking through into special territory. As She later said, I “caught fire.” I was now in real pain, but much to our mutual delight I was truly enjoying it! mystrys Genevieve’s skillful and practiced hands soon had me shouting with agonized joy as I writhed on the cross, moaning, groaning, sighing, yelping, gasping with my diamond-hard cock bobbing and throbbing between us and slinging precum all over the place. There’d been some light but terse conversation in the session up to this point, but now as She really went to town on my tits we were both having a great time, yelling and laughing together, despite my pain. She was genuinely happy when She called me, “A pain slut!” And I was even happier to hear it. At one point I hollered, “I must be a sick fuck, because I’m actually enjoying this!” And, yeah, She really did hurt me quite badly, leaving marks on my chest for several days. In fact, I still have a deep yellow bruise on my left boob. If it had gone on for a few more minutes, I’m quite sure I would have been sobbing uncontrollably. But She knew just how far to take me, and when to ease back. When the torture stopped, She lovingly caressed and stroked my sore chest, and expertly predicted how long my marks would last.
mystrys Genevieve released me from bondage to have me worship Her small, lovely feet. She directed me to kiss Her classy, expensive-looking brown leather low-heels, then lovingly remove them. The straps around Her narrow ankles were so tiny they were hard to unbuckle with my big, trembling fingers. I think I amused Her when I self-consciously sniffed the inside of Her shoe (She’d been wearing it all day) and asked Her if that was too “weird” of a thing to do. Foot fetish is basically new to me too, and I must say that I can’t wait to try it again, and I now have a whole new appreciation of this potent aspect of the Female mystique. Kissing, licking, rubbing and sucking Her hose-encased feet was thrilling. I was pleased to find that I could easily fit all of Her blue-painted toes (on one foot) into my mouth at once. She directed my fumbling massage efforts with heart-melting patience and grace, pointing out which parts of her feet are made most sore by her shoes. I have never in my whole life felt so silmultaneously low and high as I did sitting naked on the floor with mystrys Genevieve’s foot in my face. Wow; what a Lady!!! Incidentally, I can’t wait to learn reflexology foot massage.
After my pathetic and humiliating attempt to “impress” Her and clean up the mess it was all over, and I was dressed again and ready to leave all sweaty and shaking, She gave me some water then did the most remarkable thing of the entire evening: She gave me a nice big hug! “It’s permitted?” I stammered. “I hug ALL my submissives,” She said. The next morning I sent Her a heartfelt thank you email, and Her enthusiastic reply has had me walking on air and whistling a happy tune ever since.
What a wonderful experience with a wonderful Woman! My short session with mystrys Genevieve of Charlotte, North Carolina was everything that I was hoping it would be, and much more! No exaggeration: this was hands-down the single most intense erotic experience of my entire life so far, and it has left me hungry for more. I couldn’t have had a better guide into the world of BDSM. It took me several days to write this account because it was such a profound experience. I feel both honored and priviledged to have been permitted to serve Her. I only wish I could rate mystrys Genevieve of Charlotte, North Carolina, USA even more stars, because She deserves a whole galaxy of them!!!

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