I recently had the most amazing session with the lovely Lady Lydia in Philadelphia. This was my second visit with Miss Lydia, the first being a dinner engagement several months prior, laced with moments of teasing and humiliation. The long awaited second session far exceeded my expectations and took my degradation training to a new level.
Prior to our meeting, we traded emails and spoke a few times on the phone, until the very day of our session. Lydia knew that I wanted to sink lower in my degradation training, and had prepared herself accordingly. She had not showered, had just spent the prior night with 'her man', and had gone jogging just prior to our meeting. Lydia, also told me that she would not bother to dress, or prepare herself prior to our meeting.
The day came, and Miss Lydia arrived in my neighborhood. I had just finished buying her dinner from a local Chinese take-out and was returning with the food. We met outside of my apartment complex, where she was casually dressed, still in her workout clothes. She wore a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, sneakers and socks, and was carrying her purse. She looked sexy, even though she had not prepared. She was naturally feminine, without the benefit of make up or accentuating clothing. We spoke briefly as we entered my apartment building and made our way to my apartment on one of the upper levels.
Our evening started with me placing dinner at the table for her. As we had discussed, I was not to eat unless she offered me her scraps. She sat comfortably at the table as I brought her food to her, a plate and silverware and a bottle water (room temperature as per her instructions). As she sat and ate, I gave her the TV remote so she cold watch TV. She turned on the TV and instructed me to remove all my clothing as she enjoyed her dinner. Naked, and on my knees, I waited for her instruction. However, I also recalled that earlier in the week I had written correspondence on a website that she had found unacceptable. I found that the time was good to offer my apologies. She seemed to find my pleading and begging for her forgiveness acceptable, as I knelt before her with my hands clasps, and mouth kissing her sneakers. She told me to continue kissing her shoes as she ate.
After a few moments, I was told to get myself a large bowl, as she had plans to feed her piggy. The bowl was placed at her feet where she began to spit gobs of chewed up food. On my hands and knees I was told lick it up, and grunt like a pig. As I bobbed my face deep into the bowl I reached for the food with my tongue, drawing it into my mouth and swallowing. Miss Lydia chuckled with amusement, and reminded me to grunt and oink as I slurped up the mess. It was challenging getting my mouth into the bowl and reaching all the food, but Miss Lydia insisted that I join the "clean bowl club" as I licked up the last remnants. More spittled food was added to the bowl, however this time, she removed her shoes and socks and placed one of her sweaty feet into the bowl. She mashed the food to a puree, and squished it between her toes, before finally allowing me to lick up all the food as I had done before. The taste of her sweat and food assaulted my senses as I gratefully ate all that was offered.
As an added bonus, Miss Lydia would alternate my feeding and spit the food directly into my mouth. Somehow, I found this more gratifying, more intimate. It appealed to my sub side because it was more direct and I could watch her mouth and see the saliva as it left her soft feminine lips. The smirk on her face, made it all so more appealing.
Our evening continued with some foot worship and sock sniffing, until she reached into her bag and started to pull out some "presents". The presents included several pairs of her used panties, and a small plastic container with a screw-on top. She would not tell me the content of the container, but it was obviously some vulgar concoction that I would later consume. Gleefully, she put the container to the side, as she fished out the first pair of panties. The crotch of each pair was coated with white sticky residue, which I dutifully licked and sucked away. Miss Lydia was not satisfied until the entire reside had been removed and swallowed. She commented that she was not sure how of the residue was hers, and how much was from her man. As I cleaned each pair, another was brought to my mouth, until the last one. This particular pair was encrusted with residue. There were literally pieces and small fragments that i removed and swallowed as directed. The look of satisfaction on her face was priceless. She appeared quite happy to have me subjected to this truly obscene and inhumane level of degradation.
The evening commenced as she pulled a plastic tarp from her bag and laid it across the carpeted floor. The remaining parts of the session are a bit graphic, however, it should be clear that at no moment was I permitted any activity that could be construed as sexual. In fact, my evening ended with complete denial.
The next moment was particularly special to me. As I lay on the tarp, Miss Lydia approached me and sat side saddle on my face. She was still wearing panties, but her soft cheeks enveloped my face. I thought for a moment that her boyfriend had just been there that morning, his cock had been all around that area..... trailing with pre-cum. Despite this, my nose and mouth were buried near her asshole, searching for some scent and taste, but there was little. There is something unimaginably arousing to have a dominant lady's ass on your face, so intimate and satisfying. And, as a sub, even though another man's cock had just been there, I was in no position to complain. To the contrary, I expressed my gratitude, thanking her for the privilege.
Not fully satisfied with my subjugation. Miss Lydia then found it appropriate to have me lick her armpits clean. She brought them to my face and allowed my tongue to penetrate deeply into the pit. There was odor for sure, from her lack of shower and jogging work out, and she knew it. She giggled commenting that she herself, had trouble with the smell. Yet regardless, I lapped it all up.
Miss Lydia then removed her menstrual cup. For those who are unaware, this is a rubber device that is used instead of a tampon. It is sealed inside the vagina, and collects the discharge into a cup of sorts. The cup is removed by a stem (its handle) with its contents preserved inside. With an evil chuckle, Lady Lydia then open up the plastic container and show me the contents. She told me it was the sperm that she collected from her boyfriend that morning. She swished it around, with a grin on her face, to show me its authenticity. I have no doubt that it was exactly what she described. Disgusted, yet also incredibly aroused, I began to feel flushed and my cock involuntarily began to stiffen. Then, unceremoniously, Miss Lydia dumped the contents of her menstrual cup into the sperm container, chuckling again as she swished the mixture together. But, she was still not done!
Standing over me, legs apart, she relaxed and peed filling the container. Once full, she pulled the container away and allowed the rest to splatter all over my stomach, cock and thighs. I felt the warmth, and the slight acidic sting against my flesh. Lady Lydia plan then began to unfold.
She put on a pair of latex gloves and began to paint me, like a "work of art' with her fingers. She used the paint across my chest and stomach making patterns and shapes, laughing all the while at how absurd and disgusting I looked. After a little while, as she bored with the activity, she said "open up toilet". With some reluctance, but too excited to resist, I opened my mouth where she dumped the remainder of her concoction. I shuddered a bit, and thought to spit out the contents, but in the end, swallowed it all and thank her.
We ended the evening with unhurried, pleasant talk about friends, experiences and life, until I finally walked her to her car and said goodbye.
We have plans to met again in the future, and to spice things up further. Perhaps with the assistance of a third person.
I can't wait!!
p.s. As a funny side note, the TV was on throughout. It was an episode of "How things are made". I remember finding that strange and funny.
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