Having had a little dialogue with Mistress Niah over a period of many weeks I was finally allowed to visit her parlour one Wednesday morning…
The genesis of this encounter was, in its inception, pure chance, ships in the night. A quest for yet more kinky boots to feed my transvestite addiction had me posting messages on Fetlife yet again.
Mistress Niah had already seen my pictures and kindly offered me her unwanted kinky thigh boots, three pairs no less!
She had summoned me to her parlour one summer evening to collect said items. I really wanted her to see me in my latex tranny gear which she had expressed an interest in. She was so kind and I felt completely comfortable stripping off and donning my attire in her presence. Mistress sat next to me on the sofa and encouraged me to try the first pair of boots. I slipped them over my stockinged legs and she zipped them up for me. They looked and felt wonderful and I could sense Mistresses approval.
In no time I was wearing the second, tighter pair and mistress had her phone out snapping me. A prerequisite for my visit was she would keep the pictures for her own use. As I bent over her kitchen chair, legs splayed, my mini dress riding up my bottom exposing my pantied behind I was trembling slightly and melted when Mistress adjusted the gusset of my PVC panties. I wanted her to punish me so badly but this was strictly a photo shoot and I knew the rules…
The day had arrived, it was to be my first encounter with a Dominatrix.
I was in Mistresses dungeon at last. I was very nervous. Mistress wasn’t concerned with my apparent discomfort.
I had been toying with the idea of professional abuse for a very very long time. For this reason I felt it would be fitting to endure some of the more extreme aspects of BDSM – pain threshold permitting.
Mistress received me in her tight black dress and head mistress heels, when I saw her wearing her gear It dawned on me this was for real now, no getting out of it, she was going to hurt me and I would have to take it…
I asked for mistress permission to get changed. She watched me as I stripped and took out my tranny gear. I rolled the stockings up my legs – feeling a little bit of humiliation as I transformed into her bitch. Id shaved my cock n balls and chest so the latex mini dress would look natural. I donned my platinum bob wig.
Mistress commanded “I think we will have you over the spanking bench first”
As I mounted the custom chair once again my mini rose over my buttocks. This time I had a skimpy pair of Japanese panties on. Mistress stood professionally beside me. She sensuously rubbed my bottom and my balls constricted in bliss. Short lived. The first slap thudded down on my flesh. I couldn’t believe how much force Mistress could exert. She is a very powerful ample lady. After a few stinging hard spanks I heard her move to her rack and presumably select an implement of torture. She brought down the tool with force. I flinched into the leather bench “was that an iron bar?” “no just a strap.” God if she could inflict that much pain with that god help me when she moves up to more severe implements. I rode the blows reasonably well (verification required). She worked her way through her arsenal of torture. Whips and onto the cane – I was starting to find my feet and was learning to be thankful of the pain she was inflicting. I was raising my buttocks into her strokes and found myself begging for more. She moved onto her nylon cane which was so painful… Mistress Niah laughed at the horrendous bruises that were forming on my bottom. Those that I was so proud of. Next was the penis whip. Mistress cupped my balls before whipping my cock and balls between my legs driving me in to a frenzy. I had to stop – not due to the pain I was in but the fact that the cum was rising and any minute I was about to make a mess.
“oh no we don’t want you cumming just yet” she chided.
Mistress ordered me to unfurl the torture bench. This was the real reason for our encounter. Mistress had me spread eagled on her table wrists and thighs cuffed firmly.
“So the needles…” she showed me the pack of thick hypodermic needles. “yes please mistress”
She tore open the packet and selected a hypodermic and proceeded to push the sharp object painfully though my left nipple. My god it hurt so much. She just looked at me and laughed. Mistress is so domme… Another needle in my right and a second in my left nipple criss crossing the first. Slowly pushing in the second needle in my right breast she completed her work. I was trembling in pain and humility. “now this cock and balls, yes?!
Yes mistress I conceded and she pushed three or four in alternate directions into my scrotum. It was so sensual my cock was expanding as she worked her way up to my shaft – I had previously expressed my nervousness about having needles in my cock. But Mistress Niah persona is so intense I found myself agreeing. Watching her as she pushed needles in to my cock moving up my shaft. I was looking at my cock in pain when I sensed mistress regarding me. An incredible look came over mistress face – she was staring at me her eyes boring into my head – totally connected. She had me exactly where she wanted me. I was totally helpless. Exquisite…