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Perseverance! It is a quality every sub should have. This quality allowed me to experience a sublime session with the fascinating Mistress Sharina Nicole of Minneapolis. I first spoke with her in November 2001 when she sessioned out of Wrapture!. Pinocchio had not yet found Max Fisch and his sessions back then were mostly foot worship. I found Sharina in the local alternative "rag" and we spoke about a potential session that evening. But being the imbecile I was back then (as if anything has changed

), I was more interested in seeing my beloved Giants get massacred by Randy Moss on a Monday nighter. Instead, I called an escort service and some 6'2" nordic goddess provided me about a 12 minute session. BIG MISTAKE!

Well, for four years, I have been plotting to get back to the Land of 10,000 Lakes. It is not easy to get to the Twin Cities, and the SO would never believe I went there for the Mall of America nor the American Swedish Institute. So, when the NFL schedule came out in April and the Vikings were home after the Thanksgiving holiday, I planned a little detour from Chicago.

For years, I have envied someone on this board: the collared slave of Sharina Nicole - Sweet Pea. This guy is a very lucky man. He has written some wonderful accounts of his escapades and his writing only exacerbated my desire to session with Sharina Nicole.

I typically plan my sessions long in advance and rarely session locally. I knew this session would be great. Sometimes you just get a great vibe. She has one of the best websites and just oozes charm, professionalism, and kink. Not a bad trifecta!

The session was set in June. We spoke for awhile in July and I sent her a long letter in early November. She said my writing was so bad, she just disregarded it. Lemme tell 'ya, the lady can improvise!

Knowing this session would rock, I booked three hours. Her space is conveniently near the airport, about 15 minutes south of downtown. I knock on the door and am greeted by Sweet Pea. No offense, Mike, but it was a bit of a bummer.

But what the hey? I waited four years, another 5 minutes won't kill me. I start talking with him and he is the nicest guy, who realizes just how fortunate he is. OK, he likes the Vikings, so he must be a maso! Here are my domme skills Mike: Otis Taylor, Les Steckel, Brent McClanahan, Herschel Walker, Darrin Nelson, Drew Pearson, and GARY ANDERSON! AHA! Sorry for the digression ladies - football 101 you see.

I am escorted to the room, given a bottle of water and I wait. Sharina Nicole appears and BOOM! Instant chemistry. It usually takes awhile for me to get into the scene. Not this day!

I was a fucking rabid timberwolf from the start.

We start with a little foot worship and immediately, she tosses me to ground and orders me to spread my legs. No warm-up today. We go right into the ballkicking!

. Surprisingly, it does not hurt too badly, as I am sure she was moderate. However, the sight of a beautiful lady between your legs banging away is always a treasure! After about 10 minutes of ballbusting, she applies these leather mitts to my hands and ties them tightly. Some dommes who know me well, have often tied up those wandering hands.

She walks me to the bondage table, where I was to spend the better part of the next two hours. Her bondage skills are wonderful, as I am completely immobilized. Then she begins with the breath play. Every time I said something when I was on the table, she would non-chalantly stuff her beautiful left foot in my mouth to muffle my words.

All types of breath play were used and I was falling deeper and deeper under her majestic spell!

She left the room and came back with this box full of goodies.

I am immobilized so I cannot see, but she is trying to ram my bat and balls through a cockboard attachment to the dreaded EROS-TEK! No problem with the small pecker, it goes through in a jiffy. But, apparently I have big balls! Only the right gonad fits through the circular opening. This attachment is quite an ingenious toy. It simply sequesters the package making it much easier to torture!

. An attachment ring was wrapped around my tied cock and all sorts of zappers were affixed. She varied the intensity and the type of current. At times, it felt like whenever you sit in one of those massage chairs at Brookstone where the movable bar massages your back.

While the electricity is running, Mistress Sharina would climb on my body and stare into my eyes and tease me with her precious spit. I am telling you I was screaming and begging for her spit! That's how wired I was.

She brought someone else in to watch her usurp any modicum of power that foolishly remained in my tightly bound body, and the apprentice was amazed at how weak I was, begging for her spit. I simply cannot describe how intense it was, but I have rarely been so "jacked" in session. Even Sharina was a little amazed at how wild I was from merely seeking her gift. But the friggin' eye contact was absolutely mesmerizing!

I should digress for a second here. When I am in session and it is flying, there is always something upon which I tend to focus my concentration. Sometimes, it is an inanimate object like a choker or an earring. Other times, it is a body part. With Mistress Sharina, it was always her sexy tongue. See for yourself here .

It is not as long as Gene Simmons', but it is infinitely more erotic. It kept darting in and out of her unattainable mouth balancing the precious spit I dearly and wantonly craved. This part of the scene just had me RABID!

Did I mention I was RABID???

As she turned up the juice on the EROS-TEK, she would always contort her graceful body to ensure her soft, desired, beautiful foot was either down my throat or sealing off any opportunity to suck in air with my mouth.

She simply KNEW how to push all the right buttons: literally, with the remote in her maniacal hands, and figuratively, with the slobbering, blabbering and extremely aroused idiot at her disposal.

After torturing me with the electrics, she states: "It is time to expand your horizons, Pinocchio, time to do something you have never done before".

I was praying Sweet pea was staying downstairs,

and I am really freaked by needles. So, I was secretly hoping for sounds. Correct call, Woodman! Pinocchio's mamma didn't send him to law school for nothing! Another double negative. (Regan secretly plots a tug). Lemme tell you, she was overly careful and immaculately clean throughout this activity. I trusted her inherently.

I never had a sound inserted, but once a domme snuck a chopstick/hair ornament in there when I was daydreaming.

Anyway, I felt a little discomfort when it was initially inserted, but I was just enjoying her operating. She'd make a great urologist! Mind you, the electricity was still buzzing about and I felt all tingly. She then removed sound #1 and immediately worked in a much larger and thicker instrument. I cannot stress enough how clean and careful she was during this activity.

So the electricity is humming; some huge object is down my urethra; I am still tightly bound; and, she decides to leave for a minute. She arrives soon with another box and it is back to the breath play. She starts with the HOM, and this time she is serious, as she does not abate the pressure

I struggle against her firm grip and try to sneak in air through the corner of my mouth. By the way, just assume the eye contact was quite prevalent here!

The power exchange is at its zenith/nadir? at this point. Again, I trust her. But she is really pushing me and I am utterly helpless. She finally relents and I gasp for oxygen. Within a second, she inserts a FUCKING PISTOL IN MY MOUTH!

Ok, first off, I'm a JEW. We don't "know from" guns. Gambling, and porn are our hobbies.

Secondly, I am a Jersey guy. I grew up in liberal, central NJ, near the 'shore' and I do not seem to recall too many shooting ranges in Monmouth County. Lastly, I live in liberal So Cal. Perhaps in conservative Orange and/or San Diego counties, guns are prevalent, but the only other time I ever saw a gun was when my ex broke out some "heat" the day of the Rodney King riots! Maybe if she shoved the gun in my mouth and stuck a chopstick down my hole we would still be together, but, nah! Now I was pretty sure Sharina's gun was not loaded. However, having that metal forced down your throat, looking into the decadent eyes of this sadist - let's just say the scene worked and leave it at that!

And this was just the preliminaries!

She removes the sound and I am startled it was inside me. It was huge! She releases my right gonad from the cockboard and removes the zappers. WHEW! Finally, the EROS-TEK is shut and she begins to untie me. She vanishes, and reappears with a giant cock affixed to her strap-on belt. My head is slightly tilted to meet her manhood and she proceeds to ram it down my throat so hard my tonsils felt like they were involved in a knock hockey game!

I am ridiculously aroused and she boldly states she is going to rape me soon!

I never thought it could go in, but before this session, I also doubted a giant sound would go in and I certainly never thought I would be aroused by a "shikse" from MinneSOTA sticking a pistol in my mouth!

She walks me to the corner of the room where some type of mechanical medical chair awaits. The chair has stirrups for my legs and Sharina places Saran Wrap around them to again immobilize me.She presses a button on the floor with her beautiful foot and I am transported backward and upward so my tight, eager pucker is vulnerable for her impending felonious assault!

The first dildo was too big and she returns with something a little more reasonable!

It was simply utter bliss. I could not meet her thrusts, since I was bound but it did not matter. You see, while the invasion transpires, she is simultaneously PULLING HARD ON MY SCROTUM!

The lady can multitask because all the verbal taunts and barbs are also coming out of her mouth.

And I am focusing on that darting tongue, because if I saw her feet I know I would explode.

This scene was so extraordinary, I simply had no chance to resist. I tried to hold back and extend the utopia, but the three hours of excitement was expertly converging and coalescing into this wonderful moment. She is inside me and torturing my cock with one hand and using a vibrator on it with the other hand with reckless abandon. She was simply howling in laughter at my predicament and she said a Pinocchio "buzzword". Well, that was it, as I launched. All the pent up excitement was sucked out of me and I was just screaming her name wildly. I think it was so loud, I drowned out the nearby woodchippers.

Can you feel my enthusiam? I rarely get this way during an initial session. It has occured, but not too often. If I could bottle the energy in the room and obtain a patent, we would never have to work another day. The session was simply amazing. The domina was extraordinary. And the rate was beyond reasonable. After the session, we chatted for a long time and she assiduously cleaned all of the play toys for at least 45 minutes. The ultimate professional.

Mistress Sharina Nicole is someone who flies under the radar on Max Fisch. Why she has remained a secret for so long is every submissive's loss. As I said, this Sweet Pea is some lucky SOB and should be the envy of us all.

For some reason, I just sensed this session would sizzle. This review allows me to relive a very special three hours I experienced under the brilliant tutelage of Sharina Nicole.

She is simply an extraordinary lady. Go see her! You will be crowing for days, if not weeks.

Thank you for the experience, Mistress Sharina. I will definitely be back!

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