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Thanks Nicholas. I don’t disagree. (Originally posted on Fetlife).

I have know Mistress Darcy for over six years. Having met many women both professionally and personally in this community, I feel compelled to acknowledge my incredible admiration for Mistress Darcy and what she has been able to accomplish since our first meeting.

To be sure, she is a beautiful woman, and she has continued to maintain her fit and youthful appearance. A dominant woman’s ability to capture and control the spirit of a man is in large part a function of her physical presence, and here she excels. Mistress Darcy, however, is so much more than this. Her physical beauty channels a powerful mind, and this is her greatest appeal.

She is a genuine lifestyle dominant. This is real for her, and sincerity is enormously important. Her grace and poise have formed over a lifetime and in the company of educated, thoughtful people. I do not know her background, but grace, elegance and (at least) emotional intelligence are never accidents and seldom learned late in life. She is an alpha in every respect, and this too matters.

I make this next observation with great respect, intense humility, and a certainty that I am less then her. That said, being older than her, and I believe more experienced at the time that we first me, I can say that she has grown immensely as a dominant woman. This was not a chance development or merely a function of her time in the community, this was the result of a conscious and successful effort to perfect herself. She has done this not only by spending time with great dominant women in the States, but also in London. For anyone who has spent time in the London femdom scene, the non-pro community in particular is very different than what we have in the States, and her time spent in the UK has contributed to shaping her.

She has received many accolades including honorariums at Domcons. Her visual aesthetic is seldom-matched, and as a result her website is one of the best in the industry. I am excited about her new release of femdom fiction on Amazon. It should prove to be a peak into her mind from which any submissive could benefit.

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The following was penned by a recent submissive after a particularly scintillating “boss” roleplay.

I left the lab to meet with Darcy, my chosen mistress. I was a little late, after helping a student with a problem, so I decided to take a cab instead of the F train, thinking it to be quicker; it was not. Some sort of accident on Canal St. brought traffic to a stand still. The cabby, in a thick accent, advised me to walk across the bridge. A check of the map on my phone revealed no subway stations nearby. I didn’t have much time. I ran. I ran in the cold until I was out of breath and kept going. I cursed the length of the Manhattan Bridge, as it seemed endless. I was out of breath, but I’ll be damned straight to Hades if I was going to let traffic, of all things, ruin such an important life event for me. But eventually I arrived at the corner of Jay and York; ironically the exact place the train would have taken me. 

I texted Ms. Darcy, as instructed; I still didn’t know the location of my destination. I got an address and walked to it, taking off the leather jacket I was wearing to vent the heat. I found the address, and texted again. I waited… The message came, telling me which button to buzz. After exiting the elevator I went to the door; it opened before I could knock. 

She was dressed in professional, sexy garb — totally in character. Knee length skirt, beige hose, white blouse, red lips. Dark, gorgeous hair. And those eyes… If she were any other woman I would long to make her mine. But I knew full well that this was not just any woman. This was a creature with special powers, and abilities. A creature that walks among us, but is not one of us — a creature above us. I acknowledge that such amazing people really exist and yet here, somehow, here I was with the opportunity to experience her art. 

I was nervous. The first page of the report I carried said:

Optically Activated DNA Recombinase Engineering Report: Project status and simulation data.

 Very Big and Unethical Pharma Corp of America(TM) 

Prepared for: M. Darcy, Senior Managing Director of Ultra High Technology Research Division  

It was incomplete, and late. It was my fault, and I knew I was going to be in trouble for this. To make things worse I had such a crush on this beautiful imperious woman that I worked for. I was to deliver the document personally to her, but somehow also had to minimize the damage. It wouldn’t be easy: Ms. Darcy was a no nonsense kind of boss.

After a glass of water (for which I was thankful), Ms. Darcy asked me to take a seat. I told her that the report was more difficult than anticipated, and that it was not complete. She chewed me out for having been late with the report. I begged for more time but she informed me that her presentation was tomorrow. Wow, that came down like a hammer: I fucked up way worse than I thought. I begged for my job, but it didn’t work. She said I was fired and handed me my coat. I was desperate, I begged again. She told me to come up with 10 reasons that I be allowed to continue my job. She looked both angry and amused as I stood there before her, only managing to come up with maybe five reasons at the most in my pathetic stammering. She was not impressed. Somewhere I must have said, “I’ll do anything” because I suddenly found myself gagged and being told I was to be “the office bitch boy.” I had no choice but to accept this fate and now, with her power over me firmly established, the next phase was for her to exercise that power. 

She demanded my wallet. I gave it. She gave it an amusing peruse and took the cash for herself. She then lit a golden cigarette that smelled of mysterious herbs, possibly clove. She smoked it close to my face; I relished the smell of it. She put the gold tip between her luscious red lips and took a drag before making little smoke rings. I stared, mesmerized. What an incredible beauty she was! Also, frightening… She made me confess that I had goofed off by playing video games and jerking off to porn when I should have been working. It was humiliating. I totally deserved it, and I knew it.  

Ms. Darcy then made me strip, commenting on my good looks and making a note of my broad shoulders (I must admit this made me happy). But she said it was too bad my cock was so small. Then the ultimate humiliation: she took out a measuring tape and confirmed that I was half a man. This felt strange; here a woman openly confirmed what I already knew. However, no woman had ever made an issue of it before, which was obviously just them being kind. I had expected the SPH to make me very sexually excited—after all, one way to deal with a small cock is to make it part of a fetish. But, instead I actually felt a bit of relief, a sort of acceptance. My Domme had given me brutal honesty, scene or no scene. She acknowledged something no other woman in my life had ever been straight with me about… 

Full review available on Mistress Review.

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Just got this a few days ago via email. Official review available on mistressreview.com. So cute.

When I saw that Mistress Darcy was visiting my city, I felt compelled to see if she was interested in a tickling session. Lucky for me, she was! I requested that she tie me up very tightly and tickle me TO DEATH, not playfully. Although I am still alive (I barely made it, trust me), the session more than surpassed my expectations. I’ve seen dozens of Mistresses for this type of session, and I can say from experience that Mistress Darcy is one of the very best out there. Do yourself a favor and go see her if you are thinking about it. You will not be disappointed.

I can’t emphasize enough how great this session was. The bondage was unique, completely immobilizing, yet left me totally accessible for torment. Once the tickling started, OH. MY. GOD. It was genuinely unbearable. She went at me with fingers, knuckles, nails, elbows and God knows what else, and she did so in a fierce and relentless manner. She figured out all my sensitive spots in a matter of minutes, and knew just the right amount of pressure to apply. It was expertly executed. I honestly could not freaking handle it, and I pride myself on having a pretty high tolerance. It was an absolutely grueling 90 minutes. I was laughing uncontrollably, drooling, begging for a break for what seemed like ages over and over again… be careful if you ask her to be sadistic. I was seriously pushed to my limits. It was the type of tickle induced agony I always fantasize about, but can rarely find. It was exactly what I wanted and what I fantasized about, but it was not easy to take, that’s for sure. I remember her telling me at one point, “Just 45 minutes to go!” Oh God. I didn’t think I was going to make it. I honestly wanted to call the whole thing off. Tell her to just let me go. That’s how deliciously bad it was. It was the best! I was soooooo high the entire weekend after the session. Absolute heaven. Thanks so much, Mistress Darcy!

This Year I promise to meet all my New Years Resolutions…and I wasted no time contacting the beautiful Mistress Darcy.

I have been planning and wanting to session with her for quite some time, but unfortunately our schedules just didn’t match. But my persistence finally paid off “huge” dividends when a couple a weeks ago I finally got the chance to serve not only her gorgeous self, but also her very pretty, kinky lifestyle-dominant friend. I was very excited to hear that she had a very hot lady friend who wanted to meet me. (something about a non-ProDomme joining a session is hot!!). She was particularly excited because our session was going to be focused around me being the big bad boss who was going to get his “beatdown” that he so much had coming to him.

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I nervously made my way into the City knowing that I was in for a “beating” by not one but two dominant women….ahhh! I was almost there when I was detoured to another location do to the studio being closed because of the snow. The anticipation had to wait just a little wee longer….When I arrived I was buzzed in and made my way to the door….the role play was based on me (the boss) going over to my secretary’s apartment at her request to discuss working conditions at the office…..I had a feeling that the relationship I had with my secretary was about to change….there was no doubt in my mind that there was going to be some fucking going on tonight….and why wouldn’t there be….I knew she wanted to move up in the company.
Soon after I knocked on the door it opened ever so slowly, I walked in and was led into a well-lighted living room. I was taken back how beautiful Mistress Darcy is in person, she was wearing some very tight I guess you would call them work out shorts, you might call them boy shorts. Well it was quite the surprise when I realized that my secretary had another woman from the office, over her apartment. I wasn’t quite sure what to think….was I about to hook up with the both of them? That would be hot!!! But I knew she had always denied my previous sexual advances at the office. She was wearing a tight fitting shapely leather skirt and top…very nice. As I walked into the room….my dreams and kinky thoughts I had were abruptly interrupted.

Mistress Darcy and her beautiful lady friend were sick and tired of the way I treat them at work and began to get their revenge. I was verbally chastised, slapped in the face and told our relationship was about to change…..not the kind of change I had in mind.
My “beatdown” was about to begin.

Before I could get a word in edge wise….I felt 4 strong gorgeous hands feeling up my clothes….next thing I know….my shirt is being ripped from my body….buttons flying everywhere….my belt is un done…and my pants torn off my legs…. I tried to fend them off but next thing I know, my underwear were ripped off….exposing my privates to my employees……man it was very humiliating when they both started to laugh out loud…..”that’s all you have, big bad boss….LOL.”

I was forced to my knees and had the pleasure of worshiping, kissing, rubbing and massaging their feet. But my beatdown wasn’t over….there was a lot of anger they had to get out of their system…..I was kicked, punched, slapped, and beaten. In addition I was spit upon and was forced on all fours. A collar and leash were attached and I was lead around the room like a dog. I was forced to kiss and sniff their asses. There was a new master now…or should I say new “boss”. I was lead to a dog bowl and was told to “heel”. Mistress Darcy then filled it up with her golden and I was made to lap it up….making sure I didn’t leave a drop.

It was “fetch” time. The ladies took turns tossing a bone and I had to fetch it on all fours and bark like a dog. I was then forced to do some tricks and was rewarded with a couple of those small milk bone type dog biscuits. I had to chew and swallow every last drop. I whimpered I needed a drink and was lead into the bathroom and into the tub. I then had the pleasure to wash down my treats with both Mistress Darcy and her friend’s piss, delicious. I showered real quickly and I thought my demise was finished….I was wrong. I came out to the living room and found a huge cock hanging from Mistress Darcy’s waist. It was time for doggy to get his “bone”. I was forced to howl and the ladies were hysterical, I was embarrassed and humiliated……I loved it!!! Mistress Darcy’s friend then laid me across her knees and began to smack my ass with her bare hands…..my ass soon turned cherry red……its was hot !!

My nipples and dangling balls were next. They were pinched, kicked and smacked. I was then instructed that these ladies were now the new bosses of the company, maybe not on paper, but in reality. They told me if I didn’t do what they wanted they would tell my wife and expose pictures of me being treated like a dog to all the other employees. Well our relationship did change that night….obviously not what I expected….but I have no choice but to know my new role.

I had a wonderful time with Mistress Darcy and her friend. They were both gorgeous, exciting, professional and skilled…..I look forward to seeing them again.

–As posted on Maxfisch.com

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He was seated at the table when I arrived with his hands folded anxiously in his lap, showing as much enthusiasm as a man can display in a packed restaurant in Time Square. I sidled into the booth, sat down, and produced an astonishing smile: it was meant to melt him and it did.

For the rest of the dinner he was clay in my hands. So eager for training that I found myself doing things I hadn’t even anticipated. I improved everything about him, from his speech to his eye contact to where he placed his feet during the meal. He hung on my every word, making sure to ask questions only when I prompted him and to answer each and every one of my questions with great detail and sincerity. I instructed him to pour his heart out to me, which he did completely and with gratitude. Halfway through the meal I knew more about his sexuality than he did…all I had to do was look into his eyes to see he was born a slave and would be at his absolute best in life at the command of a beautiful woman.

When the waiter approached I made sure to order for the both of us. My slave blushed at the privilege and seemed to get an endorphin rush when the waiter commented on his subservience to me. “What, you have to ask her permission [to have another glass of wine]?” The waiter was incredulous, thought we were joking. “Yes, that’s right,” my slave replied, “permission for everything.” I laughed out loud, very appreciative of this moment of public humiliation. As a reward I slid my boot up carefully and toed his cock which was safely locked away in a chastity belt. He sunk forward slightly, his eyes glazing, and whispered “Thank You.”

When I excused myself to the ladies room I surreptitiously handed one of the room keys off to another Domme friend of mine (Mistress Carly). The slave did NOT see this coming, so when I ordered him up to his hotel room all by himself he was shocked to find my friend there waiting for him. I wasn’t sure how he would react to this, but he was elated. My friend is gorgeous and I figured since this slave was so eager for training, and so well mannered and polite, that he deserved the company of two supreme females and not just myself. The honor did not go unappreciated. He spent the evening catering to our every whim, from fetching us room service to being our toilet whenever we needed one. Both of us wanted foot massages and I have to say he had great hands. Foot turned into shoulder, which turned into a leg and ass massage (which only I ask for btw, slaves who ask for these are denied). There were a few times I felt he was almost too enthusiastic, as in when he offered his bed to me for the night if I didn’t feel like going home. I told him that if I wanted his bed he would be the first to know, and that the next time he visited me I might make plans for him to sleep in the closet and have me sleep in his bed. However the mere suggestion coming from a slave is somewhat outrageous. Obviously a slave would give almost anything to be lucky enough to sleep in the same room as me; it’s a privilege I almost never bestow on any slave male or female. I reminded him “The less you ask, the more I give,” and he responded with a heartfelt apology and laid himself at my feet in subservience.

The evening was genuinely terrific. From the spacious venue of his upscale hotel room to the delicious dinner and erotic conversation…this slave was obedient bordering on reverential. His service in the hotel room, when Carly and I were relaxing with each other and chatting, was exceptional. Not for one moment did he forget our pleasure and importance: we were treated as proper Goddesses all evening. I thanked him at the end by pissing on him one last time and gave him my word that he could serve me again in a month or so. I hope that any prospective slaves who are reading this learn a bit about TRUE service: what it is to bring pleasure to a superior female and even some of the particulars of what it takes to keep me specifically happy. Mistress Darcy is a complex woman, but this slaves’ desire to serve and PASSION for female supremacy ensured that my needs were fully met all night.

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This came to me today from a slave I sessioned with recently in Philadelphia. I thought the writing was colorful and amusing so decided to include it here.

 Doubled over in pain i bend low beneath Mistress Darcy. A moment ago i was towering above Her small frame in slutty thigh-highs but now i am crumpled and She rises above me as i writhe below Her, my head perpendicular to my ass. She is lovely but She is a viper but Her poison is sweet and Her hisses melodious. my slutwig shakes from side to side like a dancer’s, who shakes her ass before scurrying up the pole. But i am not performing and my bangs flew when She sent me reeling forward with a kick. “Are you afraid?” She had asked. i was far too enthralled to have considered it, but now i am broken. She continues to toy with my slutcockandballs, but i am too craven to go on and i fail Her and myself and wriggle this way and that, (using the little leeway I have, hands lightly bound behind), and i dodge Her foot to escape Her sting.

       Now the pain is gone. Before, when I had first risen to the new height afforded me by the heels, though i saw no door with my eyes i knew well that I was standing before a threshold that was all-tooeal. As i took my first steps I passed through, high up on the heels and high up in mind, soaring amid new spaces, looking down from where i had not looked down before, (though at first I had to hold the table for balance). My suddenly pretty image is aside me in the mirror: wigged, stockinged, well-heeled, linguerie-clad, all by the small Woman Who bids me to cross the threshold. (Or was it Her image in the mirror? She made it after all. Perhaps it is Hers as a towel or a brush is Hers, as a pair of boots or a whip).

       Now, there is no pain. i have recovered from the blow that crumpled me and i rise again before Her.  She is disappointed because i did not let Her kick me square on. The initial blow to my slutnuts had been too much for me. Or seemed too much for me. i had dodged Her because i didn’t trust Her. This is a serious offense, an error in judgment, almost an insult, and i am sad to have failed Her. i had behaved far better before when She flogged my ass: the wig flew, the ass shook, and i moaned like a bitch and liked it like a slut. If i could do it again i would beg Her to bind my hands and feet tight and show my slutballs no quarter. And if She bid me again, i’d gladly bend in two and shake that ass. The slutwig would fly: furiously, riotously, sordidly. Each crippling blow She deals would bring forth a sensual moan, a squeak, a shriek, as a wolf bays at the moon, or as a slut howls when she is fucked. What had i failed to discern when i avoided Her sweet white foot? Now i understand. my balls are not my balls. Her poison is sweet and Her hisses…

I had the opportunity to videotape a fun lifestyle moment while I was in the Dominican Republic. Photo, video, and message from the toilet below. Enjoy!

Golden Shower Video Excerpt

Dear Mistress Darcy:

And as You stated in one of Your newsletters, You do have an amazing bladder capacity. Two of Your golden showers (the one on the lawn and the one in Your room the day You left the Dominican) were by far the largest amount I have ever received. I was actually getting very full. They were both also the longest continuous golden showers I have ever received from a time perspective. I wonder if You may have actually broken Your 2:10 golden shower record that day on the lawn. It seemed to be about the same quantity as the golden shower in Your room the last day which You said was 1:17, but the one on the lawn was delivered so much slower. It took a lot longer to fill up my mouth after each swallow. Too bad You didn’t time it. It would have been a wonderful honor to have been the recipient of Your all-time longest golden shower. Thank you so much from the bottom of my stomach. – Slave g

Dear Ms. Darcy,

I am attaching three pumpkin photos: one with my head inside, another with a candle inside. In the third, I gave him a hat. If you would like to see other photos, I took quite a few. The lettering seemed to come out best in these three. I originally wanted it to say PERVERSE + BORING. An undignified combination, because how is it even possible to be both perverse and boring at the same time? I do get the impression that some of the other perverts are more imaginative than I am. But the design didn’t look right, even when I shortened it and broke it up (PER VY + BORING). So I went with redundant DULL + BORING. Please see below for my recollections of our last session.

The thought of my session with you stayed with me all week during my travels, and continues to work in my mind now that I am at home in Los Angeles. There are still a few marks on my body too, although most of them have faded. For a couple of days there was an area of light bruising on my abdomen, where you were digging in with your knuckles, I think. Bruises from tickling! That felt pretty special. I was sorry to see them go.

For me, the experience of being tickled can have a few different stages. One stage is a kind of playing, where I’m hovering between pretending not to react and pretending to react. I’m basically holding myself together the entire time, and I don’t always get past this stage. Then there are moments when I completely lose it. These moments feed into one another, and get longer. If I have one moment like that, it usually leads to another, in a chain reaction, or like a laddered stocking: the first tear gets wider with each new attack. There’s a further stage on the other side of losing control, when I seem to have nothing left to give, and you somehow keep forcing a response from me. This stage is mostly exhaustion and emptiness, and some pain. That’s my favorite part, when that happens. It’s wonderful that you have the patience to go that far.

The roleplay added a further dimension to humiliation, because you were giving me an opportunity to relate to you on terms of equality, and then demanding compensation because I was not up to the challenge. The way you kept bringing the session back to the fiction of its being a date (including dressing and dinner!) was brilliant. And the way you set that fiction against the other fiction of the revenge scenario, substituting me for the man who injured you, and substituting humiliation and pain for the opportunity for romance that I forfeited. (One of the cool things about revenge is that it accepts substitutes, taking like for like.)

If I had been able to detach myself from the scene, it would have been interesting to watch your mind work, and to appreciate the different colors of your performance. The range of tones in your voice is incredible. There are times when you are simultaneously tender and cutting. Actually, in every communication I’ve seen from you, the tone is always pitched perfectly.

I’m not sure why I questioned whether I would enjoy pushing my limits with scent. The smell of your feet was, for me, completely sexual and fascinating and great. I really, really, really liked it. I was surprised, though, to discover that I liked the feeling of your shoe almost as much, when you were pressing the toe and the heel against my chest. I don’t find shoes that interesting (apart from the scent they sometimes carry). But the pressure was marvelous. I felt myself rising to meet you, to make the pressure greater. The performance of power and submission also had an effect on me. I have never really thought about trampling, and I probably don’t have the right kind of body to receive trampling, but maybe there is a way that could work for me.

I was proud and happy to be a footstool for you. This kind of activity doesn’t have the intensity of pain, but it does have an intensity of its own. Sort of like meditation. There’s an element of physical endurance in maintaining a position for a certain length of time. There’s a danger of being distracted by obsessive thoughts, and on the other hand of losing track of my mind altogether. Being assigned a meditation helped. I liked focusing my thoughts on you while my back supported your feet.

Finding words to thank you can be difficult because you are well aware of all the ways in which you are remarkable, and you do not need to hear them from me. So I will just say, in the most general terms, thank you for the time you have spent dominating me, and thank you for being on this planet.

Sincerely, Slave A

New slave review from an awesome humiliation session I had in London last month. Photo is actually from that very session! Not photoshopped, not posed. The slave took it at my command from the floor. Wasn’t it sweet of him to write up his favorite moments?

 

i was lucky enough to have my first session with Mistress Darcy recently (3rd August to be exact). Having contacted Mistress a few months ago by email and arranged our session with a few emails and one brief but captivating phone call i was literally aching to see Her by the time the day of the session came around. We had agreed on a role-play scenario; Darcy, the popular girl at school but also somewhat of  a bully would serve detention with meek and mild me (little suspension of disbelief needed on either of our parts there).

As i arrived at the venue as instructed, i emailed Mistress to inform Her i was there. i had been told we would be straight into our roles and so we were; Darcy the popular girl from school opened the door to inform me the teacher was away to lunch and all students with detention (Darcy and i) were to await the teachers return inside. i introduced myself in character and received a brief disdainful glance and a snort from the most captivating, beautiful and charismatic Woman i had ever seen.

However, Darcy soon had errands to run which i, attempting to ingratiate myself, tried to complete, including taking pictures of this Goddess. After a short while the catty comments came from Darcy calling me “fat” and laughing at me. When i suggested She “stop being a bitch” the icy look and simple question “what did you call Me” from Darcy made my blood run cold and i actually began to shake. Still in character i calmly tried to tell her not to call me names, but my rhetoric was cut off with an almighty slap to my face, which made my ears ring. My retort of “hey!” and a brief, stern advance was cut short by a hefty kick, which landed squarely to my testicles and had me doubled over on the floor, where Darcy wasted no time in administering a vicious beat down. i was genuinely scared, shaken and hurt but tried to challenge the little slip of a female in front of me; after all i was surely over half a foot taller at least and several stones heavier. More excruciating kicks to my balls, full bodied slaps and punches and another brutal beat down put paid to my ideas though; the ongoing torture and humiliation after stripped me of any tiny strips of dignity or pride especially when she actually stripped me, ripping my clothes off and tearing my shirt away without me knowing she would do it in the slightest. The buttons went flying and soon i was naked. Then i was taken to the bathroom when i got over amorous and suggested Darcy looked so beautiful that she and i should fuck; Darcy agreed and asked me to strip, teasing me with the promise of going down on Her. However, instead of her delightful feminine taste, i had all the delights of the toilet as my head was forced down it and the toilet flushed. In case this did not illustrate my place, Darcy forced me into the bath, naked, where She pissed on me (this occurred several times, my revulsion and indignity never wavering). I could give a full blow-by-blow account of our 2 hours, but i fear i would fail to do it justice. Darcy knew just how to hurt ( the bruises from the caning and flogging lasting for weeks and my balls swelled to twice their normal size) and humiliate (being told my cock was small and pathetic was true but expected, being forced into nappies and having Her insist i wet myself was a new low for me) and always had something different in store; being forced to box her nude then eating my lunch off of her feet AFTER she had chewed it. Surely the final indignity was being told to arm wrestle Her and realizing that if i applied all my strength i could just about eek out a win against a girl half my size. Then She went to shake my hand to congratulate me but used it as a means to pull me towards her and kick me in the balls—again.

In short i have never had a session so intense, so real, so terrifying and wonderful as i had with Mistress Darcy. Roll on her next UK visit. Book a session with her, you will literally love Her.

 

 

A lovely (and pretty damn accurate) account of a session I had with a slave last month. He wrote it because he wanted to “live through every memory again and again” and the best way to do that was to immortalize it on paper. I thought it was well-written so I decided to repost.

 

The 25th Floor

 

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He looks up at the towering citadel of glass wondering which room is hers. The building is perfectly cylindrical, windows reflecting the powerful rays of the mid afternoon sun. He dials her number.  A robotic voice says he must identify himself before he can be connected. He speaks the word “doggie” into the phone.  His call is passed along to a woman on the 25th floor.

“Hello?” she purrs into the receiver.

“Hello Mistress Darcy. It’s doggie.  I’m downstairs.”

“Don’t come up yet”, her voice has a hint of steel in it. “I’m not ready.”

“That’s OK Ma’am.  I can wait down here.”

“Yes wait for a few minutes and I will call you back”, she says a bit more gently.

“Yes Ma’am”, he replies.

“Just chill.”  Her voice is warm now with a hint of laughter.  He waits across the street looking up at the hotel.  Time passes very slowly. His phone rings.

“OK come up. I’m in room 2504.”

“Yes Ma’am. I’ll be right there.” He says almost breathlessly.

He crosses the street and enters the hotel. Passing the front desk trying not to be noticed he steps into the elevator and presses 25.  A middle aged woman with a southern drawl complains that the heat is taking its toll. Doggie nods and tells her he always walks on the shady side of the street. She gets off on 5 and he spends the rest of the ride alone with his thoughts.

The elevator opens to reveal a line of identical black doors lining a long corridor. Doggie follows the signs. He rings the buzzer for 2504 and the door opens by itself.  He steps into an empty hotel suite. The door closes to reveal Mistress Darcy standing behind it. She is dressed in a red latex bodysuit that hugs her shapely form like a glove and a pair of thigh high, black platform boots with six inch stiletto heels.  Her skin is porcelain white, her eyes emerald green. Thick brown hair falls lustrous around her shoulders. He is stunned by her beauty and finds himself unable to speak. She points to the floor and he instinctively knows to kneel.

“Good boy”, she says her ruby lips spreading into a smile.

She comes over to him and runs her fingers through his hair. “Hello doggie, nice to meet you. You are a doggie aren’t you?”

“Yes Ma’am”.  A delicious sinking feeling envelops him. He closes his eyes.

“You are already gone aren’t you?” she says smiling at him and looking deep into his soul.

“Yes Ma’am.  It’s been so long. I really need this!”

“Shhhh…don’t talk” she says putting a finger to her lips.

“I’ve wanted to meet you for so long. You are even more beautiful than your pictures!”

“You really can’t help it can you?” she says smiling and holding his eyes.

He realizes his mistake and falls into silence. “Good boy”. She walks over to the couch and sits down.  “Take off all your clothes”, she softly commands. When he is naked she beckons to him. “Come here and put your head on my leg”. Doggie does as he’s told. She smells wonderful. He loves the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He looks up at her and dissolves in her luminous green eyes.

“You said you’ve been under a lot of stress lately didn’t you?”

“Yes Ma’am. It’s been pretty intense.”

“Poor doggie.  You try so hard don’t you?” She runs her fingers over the back of his neck. “I’m going to take you away from all that. For the next two hours nothing matters but what happens in this room. Is that clear?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“I want you to open up and let it all go. I will take you far away to never never land.”  She takes his chin between her fingers and pulls his face close to hers. “I will probably make you cry.”

At this he closes his eyes. “Yes Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am.” In that moment he gives himself over to her completely.  It’s been so long since he felt like this. It’s indescribably sweet.

Her face is so close he thinks she is going to kiss him. Instead she spits full in his face. He is startled but he lets her saliva hang from his face without attempting to wipe it off.

“Lick it off” she commands. He sticks out his tongue and licks off what he can reach.

“Open your mouth.” He opens his mouth and she spits inside of it. He swallows.

“Have you ever worn a dog collar before?”

“No Ma’am”

“Really? I’m surprised. Well you are going to wear one for me!”

She goes to the dresser and removes a studded dog collar from the drawer. He bows his head as she locks it around his neck. She attaches a leash to the collar.

“Now stand up”, she commands curtly.

She takes his cock and balls in her hand and straps a little grey box around them. He shudders with pleasure at her touch.

“Do you know what this is?”

“No Ma’am”

“This is a real electric dog collar. Kneel down.”  He obeys.  She plays with the remote control in her hand. “Did you feel that?”  A ripple of electricity courses through him.

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Good. That is just to get your attention. When you feel that and you are across the room you come to me.  When you are already close to me and you feel that you respond with ‘yes Ma’am’. Is that clear?”

Again he feels the current buzz between his legs. “Yes Ma’am” he replies with a smile.

“Good boy. If you fail to do as I command you will feel this.” A sharp shock cuts through his cock and balls. He gasps involuntarily. She smiles.

“Did you feel that?”

“Y-Yes Ma’am. T-thank you Ma’am!” he stammers.

“You’re welcome boy. Are the rules of obedience clear to you now?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

She turns around and tugs on his leash.  “Good. Come to me”. He crawls to her on hands and knees. She presents her beautiful, tight, firm ass to his worshipful gaze.  He plants a kiss of abject devotion on one perfect alabaster cheek.

“Don’t kiss it just sniff it understand?”

He feels electricity buzz between his legs and replies with a dreamy “yes Ma’am”. He inhales her delicious fragrance. His nose is as close to her ass as it can get without actually touching it.

“Good boy. Now follow my ass.” she commands.   She pulls him on the leash towards the bedroom door. He tries to keep his nose as close to her ass as he possibly can as he follows her. When she reaches the door she knocks.

A wave of panic courses through him.  Doggie suddenly realizes they are not alone in the hotel suite.

II.

The door opens to reveal a young woman lounging on the bed. She is dressed in a red and white corset, white stockings and red stiletto pumps. She gets up and walks over to doggie with a smirk on her pretty young face.

“Who do we have here?” she asks.

“Doggie this is Mistress Clarissa. Mistress Clarissa this is doggie. He is a very well behaved pooch. Watch.”

Doggie feels electricity vibrate through his genitals.

“Yes Ma’am!” he chirps, looking up at Darcy.

She zaps him again.

“Yes Ma’am!”

And again.

“Yes Ma’am”

“Good boy!” she says with a wicked smile.

Clarissa laughs. “Yes I see what you mean!”

“That was after only 10 minutes of training!”, Darcy announces proudly. “Get on the bed doggie. I want you on your knees with your doggie ass in the air!”

Doggie obeys. Lying before him on the bed are three floggers; a soft leather flogger with long supple tresses, a heavy cat with massive thick braids and a nasty looking rubber flogger with knotted ends. Several ominous looking rattan canes are neatly arranged next to the floggers.

“I am going to take you somewhere else doggie. Never never land. Are you ready?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Good boy. Mistress Clarissa hold his hands for comfort while I get him warmed up please.”

Clarissa takes his hands. The first strokes fall. Darcy is using the soft flogger. Nothing doggie can’t handle. It is sweet to feel the whip falling on his buttocks and back.

“It’s been a long time hasn’t it doggie?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“How long did you say it’s been since your last session?”

“Four years Ma’am.”

“We must make up for lost time!”

The first whip has almost no bite but plenty of thud.  Mistress Darcy works on him for several minutes warming him up. In the background he can hear her giving Clarissa pointers.  He realizes Darcy is performing a teaching demonstration.  Clarissa takes the whip to try it out for herself.  Darcy has him lie down on the bed and holds his hand while Clarissa lays into him the flogger.

“Is that little pervert humping the bed?” asks Mistress Clarissa with amusement.

“I’m not sure. He could be writhing in agony. Doggie are you humping or writhing?”

“I’m writhing Ma’am” he replies. In truth doggie does not know what he was doing.  He is somewhere else now; connected to reality by only a tenuous thread.

“Good boy. We will put that little doggie dick to good use later.” Darcy runs her fingers over his ass. It feels feverish to her touch. “Oh yes these cheeks are getting nice and rosy! You have a juicy butt do you know that doggie?” she says giving his buttocks a salacious pinch.

“Thank you Ma’am!”

“You’re welcome bitch. Now get up and stand by the window.”

Doggie gets up from the bed with difficulty. He feels stoned and wobbly. Darcy guides him with a hand on his shoulder until he is right where she wants him. Then she pulls back the curtains. Skyscrapers tower in front of him and on either side. Rows of windows stare back at him. He is up so high. He is playing on the edge of the world. The 25th floor. So fucking high.

“You see that world out there doggie?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“That world doesn’t exist. The only thing real is inside this room.”

Darcy takes one of his nipples between her fingers and squeezes hard .Waves of painful pleasure shoot all the way down to his toes. He groans deliriously as she uses her fingernails to dig even deeper. His cock responds to her ministrations by springing to attention.

“Good boy”  She purrs.  “Ok doggie stand up tall with your hands against the glass. Move your feet back. Back farther. Present that ass for me. Yes that’s right. They call this whip the “Angel Maker” because of the marks it leaves.”

The first blow lands hard. It takes his breath away. The thud is enormous with plenty of sting behind it.

“Thank you Ma’am!” he gasps.

“You’re welcome bitch. Get ready for  the next one!”

The lashes fall like relentless crashing surf on doggie’s buttocks and back. Doggie groans and cries out but he keeps his hands pressed against the glass. He is on display for all the world to see.  He hears Darcy explain something to Clarissa but he can’t understand what she is saying. The circuitry in his brain has been re-wired. Nothing is making much sense anymore.  The first cut of the rubber whip rips an agonized scream from his lips. It tears into his flesh again and again. Tears well up in his eyes. He screams plaintively but holds his position until Mistress Darcy is finished. Then he is somehow back on the bed and she is tenderly stroking him.

“You are doing really well doggie. We are reaching the end of your punishment. Have you seen one of these before?” Darcy picks up a rattan cane and holds it up for him to see.

“Y-yes Ma’am.”

“Have you ever been caned before?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Good then you know what to expect. Up on your knees. Present that ass.”

The first stroke is harsh but it is only the beginning. Darcy builds the intensity of his caning gradually. Clarissa holds his hand while Darcy applies the cane.  He cries out as the strokes cut deeply into his already inflamed ass cheeks. He thanks her for every stroke as she builds to a crescendo. Something inside him snaps. A dam bursts. Tears fill his eyes until he cannot see.

“That’s right. Let it all out. It’s ok” she whispers to him. “Such a sweet juxtaposition; tenderness and cruelty”, she says stroking his hair.

Clarissa tries her hand at the cane while Darcy instructs her in the subtle aspects of the art. Doggie endures volley after volley until he is spent and exhausted. He is no longer in this world. He has gone somewhere else. Never never land.

“Ok Doggie these are the last ten strokes. They are going to be very hard. Are you ready?”

“Yes Ma’am” doggie responds deliriously.

“One”

“Thank you Ma’am!”

“Two”

“Oh God thank you Ma’am!”

“Three”

“Oh! Oh! Thank you Ma’am!”

“Four”

“Uhhngh! T-thank you Ma’am!”

“Five”

“Owwww oh thank you so much Ma’am!!”

“How many is that doggie? Five or six?”

“I don’t know Ma’am! I’m sorry!”

“It’s five. Here’s six!”

“S-s-six thank you Ma’am!”

“Seven”

“Oh!!!! Thank you so much Ma’am!”

“How many is that doggie?”

“Seven or eight Ma’am I lost count.”

“It’s seven. You have three more to go. They are going to really hurt! Ready?”

A vicious volley of cane strokes land on doggie’s ass. He doubles over in agony. Tears flood his eyes and stream down his cheeks. Mistress Darcy tells him it’s all right and tenderly cradles his head in her lap stroking his hair.

“You’ve done well doggie. I’m proud of you. You are a very sweet and submissive little pooch. Your punishment is over. It’s o.k. to cry. Let it all out. Shhhhhh. There there.”

III

Doggie obediently kneels and kisses Darcy’s boots to thank her for his punishment. He follows her out of the bedroom to the living room on his hands and knees. She is getting something out of the dresser when he feels the familiar vibration in his cock and balls.

“Yes Ma’am” he calls weakly.

“When you feel that from across the room you’re supposed to come to me!”

“I’m sorry Ma’am!  I’m so spaced out.”

“Well it won’t happen again!”

“No Ma’am” doggie replies with trepidation

“You know how I know that? Because I’m taking it off. Come here.”

Doggie crawls over to her and she tells him to stand. She removes the electrified dog collar from his cock and balls and replaces it with attachments wired to a TENS unit. Her fingers tease him unbearably causing him an agony of desire.

“Lie across the settee doggie.”  She commands. She dons a pair of latex gloves. He cries out in pleasure as she violates him from behind with her fingers.

“See what you get when you’re a good little doggie?”

“Oh! Thank you Ma’am!!” He groans. Her fingers feel impossibly good violating his ass.

“I’m  getting you prepared to take something bigger understand?”

“Yes Ma’am!!”, he replies in a paroxysm of ecstasy. He feels the dildo pressed against his asshole. Then it is sliding deep inside of him making him cry out with pleasure.

“I like this dildo because it does this!”

Doggie screams. A shock rips through his ass followed by another to his cock and balls.  Darcy teases him with her beautiful ass as she increases the voltage. She says something doggie can’t quite understand through his mental fog.

“What did you say Ma’am?”, he stammers.

“I said you can kiss my bottom now. Poor doggie. You lost your chance!”

Darcy spits copiously in his face and he knows her spit will be his only reward for the moment.
Doggie lies obediently across the settee while Darcy shows Clarissa how to use the TENS unit. They use it to shock him again and again making him howl.

“Doggie are you ticklish?”

“Umm yes Ma’am I think so.”

“We will soon find out. Mistress Clarissa hold him down!”

Clarissa holds doggie down and Darcy proceeds to tickle him mercilessly, first on his ribs then on his feet.

“Oh please have mercy Ma’am!  Not the feet! Anything but the feet!!!”

Doggie dissolves into hysterical laughter. Clarissa joins in the tickling and they both hold him down. By now he is out of his mind but his tormentors don’t let up.

“He is such a silly doggie isn’t he?” says Darcy. Both Mistresses are giggling now.

Doggie is given no quarter. Finally he is laughing so hard the dildo goes flying out of his ass. There is no hope of continuing the scene. Everyone is laughing too hard.

“Did my tickling cause the dildo to go flying out of your ass slave?” asks Darcy still helpless with mirth.

“Yes Ma’am! I was laughing so hard I squeezed it out!”

“Go wait for me in the tub you silly doggie”.

He obediently crawls into the bathtub, lies down and waits for her. She enters the bathroom and stands over him. Doggie is hypnotized as she slowly pulls the latex crotch of her body suit aside. He stares up at the glorious sight of her pussy inches from his head.

“What do you say bitch?”

“Thank you so much Ma’am!” Doggie is transfixed. He would happily die like this.

“How long did you say it was since your last session?”

“Four years Ma’am.”

“Wecome back!”

Mistress Darcy smiles as she pisses directly into his open mouth. He swallows and opens again to receive more of her precious nectar. The memory of her standing over him like this will haunt his dreams. This is where he belongs.  Finally she lets loose a torrential downpour. He is forced to close his eyes or risk being blinded. He leaves his mouth open to catch what he can. The golden shower washes over him and carries him far away.