I received this via email recently and thought it was quite moving (pun intended). Enjoy!
On her website Mistress Darcy clearly states that she wants to change your life. I can truthfully report that my last session with her was a life changing experience. All of our previous sessions had been great but this time Mistress took things to another level. I had been stubbornly trying to protect my heart but this time she cut through my fences and broke down my walls leaving me utterly defenseless. Resistance was futile.
We played in a private house located a few blocks from my home rather than in a dungeon or a hotel. That gave our time together a welcome domestic flavor and a touch of the surreal displacement sometimes experienced in dreams. I stood outside the house preparing to text her when I heard her call to me from the street.
“Hi poo”, she said. “Stay right there. We are going to get some coffee.” She walked up the stairs and disappeared from view only to re-emerge a few minutes later. She looked adorable in her pea coat and black chucks. Had I not known she was a professional dominatrix I would never have guessed.
We walked a few blocks to a gourmet coffee shop. I asked how her trip had gone so far. She replied that it had gone well with the exception of a no show.
“I can’t understand why someone would go through the trouble of booking an appointment and not show up!, she said shaking her head.
“I had a lot of guilt and anxiety this time”, I confessed. “I can understand the build up to a session being nerve wracking.”
“I’m not afraid of what I am going to do to you!” she replied with an evil grin. I felt an agreeable sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
After picking up breakfast and coffee we returned to the house. Mistress unlocked the door of the first apartment we came to and I found myself in a modest but well appointed living room. She instructed me to remove my clothes and leave them folded neatly on the floor.
“Yes Ma’am” I replied. Mistress left the room and I hurriedly stripped off my clothes. I knelt with my palms flat on the floor and my face pressed against the carpet. She returned and instructed me to continue holding the position while she moved about the room making preparations for the scene. Finally she was standing over me and instructed me to open my eyes.
The first thing I saw were her feet. Her toes were coated with clear nail polish. She wore strappy black sandals, black leggings and a brightly colored shirt. Her beautiful face was smiling down at me. She reached down and stroked my hair sending a tender electric shock coursing through my nervous system. I bowed my head and passionately kissed her feet. She allowed me to worship her in this fashion for a few minutes before moving her foot away.
“Table top”, she instructed.
I froze. What was she asking?
“Table top”, she repeated more firmly.
I started to panic a little then realized what she meant. I did my best to make my back perfectly flat like a table.
“Good boy” I heard her say. She placed something on my back and left it there while she went to another part of the room and did something else. Then she returned and placed a box on the floor under my nose.
“Here you can look at this”, she said. I looked down to see a transparent box full of creams and lotions intended for massage. Mistress went over and sat on the couch then beckoned me to join her. I knelt at her feet, resting my head on her legs. She used my body as her foot rest. The flat soles of her sandals felt divine pressing firmly down on my flesh.
“I’ve wanted to do this to you for a long time.” she said.
“You have Mistress?” I asked, looking up at her wide eyed with wonder.
“Yes I have little one. Just remember everything I am going to do is for me not for you. You don’t have to feel any shame or guilt. Everything is out of your control.”
“Yes Ma’am”, I replied dreamily.
She slipped on a pair of black rubber gloves and took my nipple between her thumb and forefinger playfully teasing me at first then bearing down hard. I moaned plaintively.
“Shhhh…” she whispered pinching me even harder until a little sob escaped my lips.
Mistress slipped a ball gag into my mouth and buckled it in back of my head. I rested my head on her legs and she went to work on my nipples with both hands. I bit down on the ball gag and tried to be as quiet as I could. It wasn’t easy. The torment was exquisite. Finally she reached into the box of lotions and produced a little jar.
“Open your palm” she instructed.
Mistress filled my palm with lotion and instructed me to commence rubbing her feet. I did so with great pleasure massaging her with long slow strokes as she continued to expertly torture my nipples.
“I can tell this is something you want to excel at”, she said. “You already do it much better than most. You should take a course in it and make it official.”
“Thank you Mistress!” I replied, elated by her kind words.
She extended her bare foot for me to kiss and I did so eagerly, pressing my nose and lips against the bottom just beneath her toes. I moaned softly at how delicious she smelled.
“Mmmm. That feels good!” she purred. “I can feel everything you are feeling through your little doggie nose!”
She produced a pair of clover nipple clamps and attached them. I groaned appreciatively. I don’t know how long we stayed like that with her sitting on the couch and me kneeling and rubbing her feet. Time no longer seemed to exist.
“Yes” she said, as though she had come to a decision. “I can definitely feel something rumbling down there”.
She rose languidly from the couch, turned around and peeled off her leggings, revealing her tight, firm, beautiful ass clad in panties thinner than a whisper. Reaching back she took hold of my head and pressed my nose between her gorgeous alabaster cheeks.
“Sniff” she commanded.
I obeyed her greedily and with relish. I would have happily died like that; kneeling and savoring her delicious aroma. Finally she stepped behind me and started spanking me with slow powerful strokes. Mistress Darcy’s diminutive frame can be deceiving. She packs quite a wallop. I allowed myself to drift into the blows. They felt solid, masterful, almost comforting. Finally she looked down at me suggestively and said: “It’s time”
Mistress Darcy took hold of the chain on the clamps and led me by the nipples to the back of the apartment crawling behind her on my hands and knees. I stood outside the bathroom as she spread some towels on the floor. She instructed me to lie down on my back. Removing her panties she stood directly over me revealing all of her beautiful mysteries to my hungry eyes. Then she let loose. The geyser raining down from above almost overwhelmed me! I let my mouth fill up completely before swallowing as fast as I could, desperately trying to keep up with the warm flood of nectar streaming down my throat. I didn’t want to waste a drop. I lost count of how many mouthfuls I swallowed. Finally the deluge was over.
“Are you frightened little one?” she asked smiling down at me.
“Yes Mistress. I’m a little frightened”, I admitted.
“Only a little? That’s good. It’s too late to back out now. At this point even if you wanted to stop I wouldn’t let you.”
In the interest of discretion and modesty I will leave what happened next to your imagination. Suffice to say that Mistress Darcy introduced me to a profound new act of submission that I had been dreaming about for a long time. I will never forget what she did to me on that beautiful morning or how kind and gentle she was with me afterwards. I felt incredibly bonded to her. Finally it was time to say our goodbyes. I was floating on the walk home. My whole world seemed to be wrapped in a warm rosy glow. I felt like a traveler returned from an alternate universe where time had stopped and reality had ceased to exist.
Mistress Darcy brought me through waves of fear and anxiety to find happiness and joy waiting on the other side. Echoes of that euphoria are still with me even as I type these words. Thank you Mistress Darcy for a beautiful, healing and transformational experience! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!