I’ve seen Domina Daria several times since my first session 2 years ago. She is as stunning now as She was the first time I had the pleasure of enduring Her punishment. I’ve always enjoyed a good ball busting, but had interest in other activities as well. Her professional and non judgmental demeanor make it easy to explore activities that I normally wouldn’t (blindfolding, ball gags, nipple torture, strap on play, flogging). In our most recent session we narrowed the list of activities to the following:
Foot/Leg worship
Scissor holds
Ball busting
Human Punching Bag
Strap On play
The scissor holds and human punching bag were new activities inspired by some of Her recent photo updates. When I saw photos of Her wearing workout clothes and boxing gloves in a gym setting, I immediately fantasized about being overpowered, tied up in the corner of the ring, and beaten to a pulp. If I wanted to end up in a hospital, I’m sure Domina Daria is more than capable of putting me there, but that’s never happened…and that is why I trust Her. At the same time, She’s never gone too light on me either.
After arriving and going through the formalities which include discussing some of the new activities I’m interested in, She instructed me to go to the bathroom and remove all my clothing. Next, I’m to proceed to the play room, get on my knees, and wait for Her. I’m use to this part of the process and enjoy the tension it causes within me. As She enters the room, I can’t help but stare at Her legs. She’s wearing shorts and a sports bra, but with black strappy high heels. The combination of beauty, strength, and elegance make for an interesting mix of arousal. As She walks by me, I can’t help but think that what I find physically attractive about Her is also the source of my pain. She sits on a chair in the corner of the room and crosses Her legs. She then instructs me to crawl over and kiss from Her foot to Her knee and then back down to Her foot again. I do as I’m told…relishing the way Her soft skin feels on my lips. As I’m slowly performing my task, I look up toward Her face to see that She is staring in another direction. It feels as though She is telling me that I have no chance of arousing Her because I am beneath Her. She switches legs and instructs me to do the same with the other leg. Again, She’s looking away as I do what I’m told.
Next, She grabs wrist and ankle cuffs from a bench next to Her. She instructs me to stand next to Her and I comply. As She wraps one of the cuffs around my ankle, I drip pre-cum on Her shoulder and arm.
“You know you’re going to lick that off don’t you?”
“Yes Mistress”
Once She finishes putting the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, She points to where I’ve dripped on Her. I nervously lick Her arm and shoulder. I’m nervous because I know licking up my mess won’t be my only punishment.
She tells me to lay on my back and She sits next to my face and looks down at me while She takes off Her heels. She tosses the heels aside and positions my head between Her upper thighs. She gently pushes upward on my chin and I raise my head to feel Her thigh nestling in to position. As she does this, I’m becoming highly aroused because my face and neck are rubbing against the inner portion of Her upper thigh. Up until now, I’ve never been allowed to even touch her leg above Her knee. She warns me that She will begin squeezing and I will need to tap the floor when I’ve had enough. Her skin is soft, but the muscle underneath is firm. She doesn’t take long working up the intensity. I gasp for air, and tap out. She allows me to recover while She repositions Herself and when I am ready, She squeezes again. I last as long as I can without passing out, then tap. She switches to scissoring my middle back. From this position, I don’t feel like I need to tap out…and it feels unusually good on my back muscles. Maybe I’m enjoying this too much…She straddles my face and squeezes my neck again. I almost pass out just before tapping again. As She dismounts…I do my best to prolong the little touches and rubs between my cheeks and Her inner thighs. I try to be discreet, but I think She can sense what I’m doing…and I will pay for it.
I’ve had my time to feel and touch Her in spots I normally don’t…now it’s time for Her to touch me in spots that are very familiar to Her. I’m instructed to stand in front of a St. Andrew’s cross. She secures my ankle cuffs to the cross and my wrist cuffs to a suspension bar hanging down from the ceiling. The suspension setup is extremely stable and I know from prior experience, that I’m very vulnerable. I’m nervous now…so my breathing is more prominent. I’m not sure, but I think this feeds Her sadistic side. She is now wrapping Her hands and giving me a devilish grin. At this point, my mental state is a combination of arousal and fear. We haven’t seen each other in a year…I’m hoping She is still familiar with my limits.
“If memory serves, you can take some hard kicks…right?”
She kicks me square in the balls while watching my eyes and wrapping Her hands. The kick isn’t too forceful, but definitely enough to let me know I’m in trouble.
“Yes Mistress”
“Good…how about My knees?”
She knees me in the balls. Again, I’m realizing that I’m in for some punishment.
“Yes Mistress”
She lets out a little laughter and kicks me again. This hurts, but it also arouses me. As She finishes wrapping her hands, I’ve grown to full erection. I’m about to drip down there and She can see that. Before putting on Her gloves, She rubs what I’m about to drip on Her finger and feeds it to me. It’s not like I enjoy the taste, but standing spread eagle in front of someone who is more than capable of beating the shit out of me has a way of making me comply.
She puts on her pink UFC style gloves…all the while, looking me in the eyes as if to say, “I’m looking forward to this.” She steps back, takes a look at my positioning, and forcefully kicks me in the balls. Wow…that hurt…I look away for a second and feel a punch to my chest. As I turn my head to watch Her work, I’m taking multiple punches to the torso. It doesn’t take long before She eases up on me. A random knee to the balls keeps me on my toes and She giggles...not like a school girl on the playground, but rather like a sadistic dominatrix in full control of the situation. She stands close to me and I can feel Her breath…my head pointed downward because I’m watching Her legs for those random knees. She pushes my chin upward so I’m now staring up at Her face. I’m slapped across the face…as I look at Her, She plants one of those random knees on my balls. Damn this hurts…my lower abdomen area is beginning to ache, but I want to take as much of it as I possibly can because She looks beautiful doing it. I truly believe my pain nurtures Her sadistic side…producing a smile on Her face that I want to last. The pain is starting to take its toll…I’m losing my erection…She doesn’t like me dripping on the top of Her foot, so She grabs my balls and gently stokes my shaft. She watches my face and smiles…within seconds, I’m fully erect again…the smile goes away and I get slapped…forehand…backhand…then She grabs my balls and digs in Her nails. With very little effort on Her part, I’m writhing in pain and wiggling in my restraints.
“This was a good idea…I hadn’t thought of wearing these gloves in a session…they really let me do what I want…thanks for thinking of it.”
“You’re welcome” – hard to say because I’m breathing through the pain caused by my jewels being accurately squeezed.
Despite the pain, I’m still erect, so She lets go of her grip and continues the human punching bag exercise. This time She works in random punches to the balls. She’s tenderizing me and making everything She hits or kicks more sensitive. Given the position She’s put me in, the only chance I have of minimizing the impact of Her groin kicks is to hop upward at the right time. I try hopping when I see She’s about to kick me in the balls, but all that does is amuse Her. I get slapped and I can see another kick coming…so I hop…but this time She waits until I’m on my way down before She fully extends Her leg. Her foot accurately finds its targets. Clearly, hopping isn’t going to help my situation.
“Ha ha…that must have hurt even more than if you just stayed still.”
“Yes Mistress”…I’m breathing heavy again…not just to cope with the pain but also because She is making me nervous with her intimidating tactics. I’m being taught how to take a beating. And despite the pain
and fear, I do my best to look Her in the eyes when She addresses me. Her presence is already commanding, but as She continues to break me down, I can feel Her superiority over me getting stronger. A surprise knee brings me up on my toes while bringing a smile to Her face. I just went past my pain threshold, so I bite my lower lip…that’s the visual indicator that I’m taking too much. I’m also sweating and losing my erection again. She smiles at her handy work while walking over to the bench to grab a vibrator and a condom.
“Hmm…I’ll be right back…don’t go anywhere.”
She takes Her time so I can recover...I can always count on Her to respect my limits. Even when She’s in the mood to tap dance on them.
She puts the condom on the vibrator and walks toward me. She’s standing in front of me and positioning my shaft between Her thumb and index finger. With Her other hand, She moves the vibrator up and down the shaft. Damn…I try not to get aroused, but She knows me too well and within 30 seconds or so, I’m fully erect. No matter what She is doing to me, She has a way of making me feel owned. I look up at Her face and see the devilish grin…that’s my cue to stop biting my lower lip and continue taking my beating…because it pleases Her.
After She puts the vibrator back on the bench, She walks back and administers another dose of punishment. I don’t last long this time and I bite again. Her smile isn’t as bright and I fear that I’m not taking enough to please Her. I want to…but can’t. She undoes my restraints and orders me to lay face down on the suspension swing in the middle of the room. I do as I’m told and watch as She walks to the bench. I can’t see what She’s grabbing, but I can see that She’s stepping in to a harness.
I’m lying face down and watching Her legs as She walks around behind me. I can’t see much from this position, but I can hear Her preparing me for my final act of submission. She removes Her gloves and hand wraps only to put latex gloves on for lubricating my ass. She’s also measuring my height from the ground to ensure She is in the right position for what’s about to happen. I can hear some sort of motor activated and at the same time the suspension swing moves upward putting my ass at just the right height. She delicately spends some time opening me up and applying more lube. On other occasions, She restrained my hands and put a ball gag in my mouth for this activity…I’m almost tempted to ask if She forgot, but I decide not to. I can feel Her pushing the strap on inside of me…it hurts…aside from the normal pressure, I can feel a stinging.
“Are you ok? This might be too much…shall I switch to a smaller toy?”
I desperately want to take it for Her…so I hesitate, but eventually I give in and tell Her that I need something smaller. It made me wonder if not being gagged this time was by design. Now, I’m really glad that I didn’t question Her earlier.
I can hear Her switching toys and before long, She’s in business working me over while I lay there suspended and face down…watching Her legs and wondering what this must look like from other angles.
I can see Her hands on my hips holding me in place while She gives me a thorough ravaging. I guess that’s why they call these love handles. I can then feel Her slow the pace while She removes Her right hand from my love handle and gently fondles my balls. Wow…this feels amazing…I try not to enjoy what She is doing, but I can’t help myself. She spends a few seconds stroking the shaft, and before I know it, I’m exploding toward my face…luckily, my hands aren’t restrained and I’m able to use them to minimize the mess I just made. Now, I’m really glad I kept my mouth shut when She started this part of the session…somehow I feel She knew exactly what She was doing. She gently removes the strap on from my backside and helps me up. The sadistic grin is gone and replaced with a look of genuine concern for my well being. She can probably see confusion on my face…I’m a little worried that I’ll need this type of treatment more often than I’d like to admit.
“How was that? Did you enjoy it?”
“More than you know.”
The smile returns…and I can’t help but wonder what She’ll have in store for me next time.
The play room is next to the bathroom. She walks in and starts the shower for me. When I’m done cleaning up, I put my clothes back on and meet Her in the front room. She has a bottle of water waiting for me and we talk for a while about Her photo shoots, Her website, and other changes.
She gives me a hug before I leave and lets me know that She looks forward to next time. I don’t think I’ll be waiting a year again.
Thank You Mistress Daria…You’re excellent at what You do.