i knocked on the Chicago door. Nervous. Miss Lydia had indicated that upon entering, a slave was to kneel, place on envelope on the floor, and undress. i did. Also, remember to never call Miss Lydia "Mistress". She is Miss Lydia and She is all about Lydia Supremacy. Miss Lydia was visiting Chicago from Philadelphia a couple of weeks ago, and i was privileged to have been allowed to serve Her.

i did not look into Miss Lydia's eyes, but i looked at the rest of Her; fast and furtively. Beautiful. i knew i would enjoy being used by Her. i look for three things in a Domme: intelligence, true Domination/control, and beauty. In my humble opinion, those three
attributes are very difficult to find in a Domme. She put on a posture type collar and said i was Hers. i already knew that.

Miss Lydia indicated She could not get online from the location of the dungeon, and therefore, could not find my original application with the attendant interests/limits. Not a problem.i told Her my three limits. She immediately remembered everything about this slave.

Thereupon, Miss Lydia had me crawl to a spanking horse. Rather than sit upon it conventionally, i kneeled on the side where the legs would normally go, and She bound rope on each wrist to the sides of the bench. my ass was Hers.

She then proceeded to use a flogger, a hairbrush on a stick type paddle and a cane. i know i am forgetting one implement, but when serving Her, everything else seems to disappear.
No worries in the world. i simply concentrated on taking for Miss Lydia and giving off my slave energy.

She told me two stories while i was being struck about Her childhood and upbringing. Stories designed to fuck with a slave's little feeble brain; stories that revealed a Woman whom i would
gladly submit to 24/7 if given the chance. Whispering in my ears; breathing in my ears; taunting and teasing me with Her body, mouth and mind. Purposely or not letting me see glimpses of Her nipples in Her black latex bra. Lest i forget, She wore a black latex cincher that would also occasionally give glimpes, and thigh high stiletto boots. i had asked for less is more, and that is what i got.

She was most kind in dressing how this slave loves a Domme to dress. Of course, it is not the clothes that make the Domme.

Once finished striking me, Miss Lydia began to work on my nipples; asking if they were sensitive, and then taking the appropriate actions. She proceed to pinch, claw and tenderize my nipples, so that when She moved me to a bondage table on my back, my nipples were tender to very tight nipple clamps. Rope
secured my ankles and wrists.

Spitting into my mouth, pulling on the clamps, striking my balls, all the while Miss Lydia related more stories. For such a young Domme, She has led quite the compelling life. she then indicated She had surprises for me.
She left and came with with some encrusted panties. i became a laundromat for Her panties. Yummy.

Then, the piece de resistance. She left and came back with a paper towel that contained one mighty big piece of shit. Yes, i hate to put in the typical disclaimer, but if you are a slave or sub not into shit, then leave now. Sadly, my stomach got so worked up before entering the dungeon, that i could only eat a small piece of the shit, which Miss Lydia chopped up and took a little chunk and place it onto my lips like lipstick. She then had me give my
best whore impression to lick my lips clean. She also made a heart on each side of my lips with the shit, and, put some shit on my nose, so all i smelled was Miss Lydia's vegan shit.

Miss Lydia then took some more shit and coated my cock with the shit and had me begin to masturbate. i have to say that this was a first. Miss Lydia also indicated that that was a first for Her. i began stroking and Miss Lydia enjoyed the site, and Her shit was truly not a powerfully strong smelling, but was powerfully strong. She began rubbing Her pussy through Her latex panties and then began to move closer to my mouth.

She pulled the panties to the side and aimed directly onto my feet-trickling out some of Her piss, then my calves-trickling out some of Her piss, then my stomach-trickling out some of Her piss, then my cock-trickling before pissing into my mouth with a mouthful of piss at a time.

Scrumptious. She told me She wanted me to cum. She did not tell me to ask. Rather She said it would please Her greatly to see me cum with my shit-covered cock and left hand. i came; tremendously.

Naturally, She scooped up my cum on my shit-covered belly and have me slurp it up. i almost puked, but Miss Lydia made sure i swallowed by putting Her hand over my mouth and telling me to swallow. i, of course, did.

90 minutes went faster than flies are attracted to shit or moths to a flame.

i hate to be cliched, but i believe i had died and gone to heaven.

Thank You Miss Lydia.

What a great story, slave mark. I just text Miss Lydia to inform Her of your amazing review. It's very descriptive and almost romantic in a way. It sounds like you were owned physically for an evening and mentally for some time to come. The top off to the scene with your added new form of lubricant sounds amazing. I can image the nervous energy as you gladly rubbed it on. Thanks for sharing.

Miss Maya Sinstress

Thank you for taking the time to write this! It was definitely a pleasure to play with someone who had such few limits and so willing to please even when a certain "invasive activity" wasn't enjoyable for you, *grin*. I look forward to returning to Chicago and making good use of you again. Maybe get you on film.

It was even a religious experience on my end being allowed to just be myself and go with whatever tickled my fancy!

This is a delightful review, probably one of the best I have seen posted here on MF. I am pleased we have such quality visiting our lovely city. Maya's space is well equipped and one I recommend when mine is not available for visitations. Glad you had a great time!

Miss Simone