One day one fabulous friend of mine Mistress Alice -Malice called me up and invited me over. She said she had a surprise for me. So I go there and what do I see? A cute young slave waiting to be tested for the position of whipping boy. I must say that Alice and I were well prepared. A visually attractive air of dominance is important don’t you agree? Especially for romantic masochists.I put on new riding boots-an excellent chance to try them out The scent of new leather and dominance . The slave got on all fours . Mistress Alice-Malice and I started to take turns in kicking his soft tender flesh. It was painful but he endured. From time to time we mounted his back, took a break and chatted a little. Once we even forgot that we were sitting on someone’s back. Then we turned him over on his back so as to walk firmly over his belly and test his endurance. It is not easy to contain yourself when two mistresses are trampling over your genitals. Then a good walk on his back, too. Here it was important that his member was not trapped between his body and the floor but rather visible between his open legs and sticking out enough so we could step on it! We repeated this a few times. All four, hard kicks, chest trampling, belly, step on genitals! So you are asking me what was his reward? We wanted to see a performance. So the slave received permission to jerk off on his belly. But we decided to make the process complicated. I stood on his chest and Alice-Malice sat on his face. And he managed it! We agreed that he was a good boy and that he even deserved to be put in our stable.
New faces, new personalities. Whenever I meet someone new for a session there is this feeling of a first meeting - how he looks at me, what he says, and then later subjecting himself to my will. He kneels before me, his eyes to the floor. The first touch of his body-I can touch anywhere! For me there are no hidden or forbidden places. From the tips of the the toes to the crown of the head -with a collar around his neck he is my property. First I allow him to accustom himself to me-to inhale the smell of the the leather deeply so to feel intensely. To touch me. To sense something soft and tender which at any moment will give pain, intolerable pain, remaining in the memory for a long time. Sometimes I can even allow him to taste it. I watch as he stretches his lips to grasp the soft, delicate and warm texture of the footwear surrounding my feet so closely he can almost sense my pulse running beneath them. This touch and taste can remain for a long time deep in the unconscious, but at some time the memory will surely resound of this scene in the dungeon at the first meeting with your Miststress