Session Review – humiliating the little slut

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Session Review – humiliating the little slut

A spreader Bar, Leather flogger and dog bowl, the reminants of a highly satisfying session with London Mistress Claire Black in Finsbury Park

Do you remember Andrew who wrote such a lovely review of his humiliation and degradation session? If you missed it you can read it here. Well, he came back for another round and wrote it up here for you all to enjoy.

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It’s a dreary evening. The rain is spotting as I leave the office, but by the time I emerge from Finsbury Park Tube it’s become a cold grudgeful drizzle quietly dampening everyone’s spirits. But the cold seems to sharpen the apprehension/anticipation in me. The pretty black panties I am wearing beneath my trousers leave my bottom bare, and the rub of the materiel reminds me gently that I on my way to see Claire. The thought of her warm dark room, and her smile waiting for me, and whatever might be in store fills me.

Since I sessioned with Claire in December my fantasies have been watered with fresh ideas of things I want to explore.  I have found that my mind is moving in different directions, my erotic imagination finding new sharp little hooks to catch on. How would these go? Would I be able to take it? But there is a more mundane apprehension. What if tonight isn’t as great as last time? What if thing don’t gel? It is that thing when you have a wonderful meal at a new restaurant, and then you go back and find… Oh shut up, you’re just nervous. It’ll be great.

Claire’s flat feels as warm and safe as I’d hoped, an escape not from just the rain and cold, but from the world. It’s wonderful to see her again. One of the things I felt after our first session is the sense that there is not role being played with Claire, whatever we do is channelled through who she is. This allows a sense of connection with the person, which wouldn’t be possible with an actor playing a part, however talented. That sense of this is even greater, meeting again. And as last time when we enter her playroom the outside world shrinks and shrinks until it is an imperceptible dot a galaxy away. This is a gloriously intimate space, and her choice of music, starting with the lovely trip hop of Portishead pulls me in. It’s not all peaceful feelings. There are some things waiting on her table, things that maybe I asked for, but seeing them here, waiting for me sends a twang of excitement and fear. It’s going to happen, it seemed such a good idea with my eyes closed and my cock in my hands in bed at home, but now it’s going to happen.

Almost more than what we do, it is the simple joy of being submissive to Claire that makes these sessions so thrilling for me.  Maybe the word joy is not one used often enough in the BDSM world, where the narratives are deliberately dark. But I do this because it delights me to do it, it liberates something in me, shines a light in the dark corners yes, but in a way that brings fresh air in. I am standing before Claire, ‘look at me.’ She has that same teasing, playful smile I remember from last time, a smile I have brought to life in my mind countless times since. ‘Have you wet yourself of are you just pleased to see me?’ I look down. Last summer, there was much talk of The Fall’s appearance at Glastonbury, not sadly because of the majestic quality of the performance but because it appeared that once great, but now rather raddled Mark E Smith had pissed himself on stage. His tan trousers did nothing to conceal that ominous wet patch. Nor did my light brown jeans, concealing the lacy panties, do much to disguise the drops of come already emerging from my cock. A darkened patch the size of a 2 pence piece has begun to emerge just blow my left pocket.  ‘I can see you gleaming you little pervert.’

‘I am going to objectify you, take your shirt off, be a sexy as you can, seduce me.’ There is laughter in her voice, ‘try harder than that. Do it slowly.’ Tonight’s game has a nice submissive role reversal, the man performing for the gaze of the woman, for the amusement of the woman; I am an object for Claire to enjoy. ‘Shake that ass for me, go on. Rub that little dick of yours if it helps you feel sexy.’ An idea comes to her. ‘I am going to make you lap dance for me, this song is 5.40, give me your sexiest dance, seduce me.’ By now I am starting to relax into my role. ‘That’s it grind yourself against my leg.’ I am no dancer, and my body is not a thing of beauty but I’m getting into it, earning marks for effort at least. ‘Smack that arse of yours you dirty slut, look what a slut you are in your lacy knickers, showing off your arse and that little dick of yours.’

The song ends. She stands. I can feel her close to me, her breath on my neck and nails playing over my skin.  ‘Now we are going to put you in some humiliating porno poses where you can show yourself off like a slut.’  Since the last time, when Claire had me displaying my arse, this idea had grown in me, part submission, part gender role reversal, and a bit of art thrown in, a 50 year old man adopting the poses familiar from woman on the covers of those old top shelf jazz mags. Claire wasn’t going to let this pass without extracting a goodly bit of discomfort from me, and developed a cruel appetite for getting the shots just as she wanted. ‘That’s it, point your toes, it’s not meant to be comfortable, porno modelling is about being able to hold uncomfortable poses.’ ‘That’s it, now get your tongue out, arch your back more, turn this way, no that way, I want to get the light right, smile for me, look at me, stick that arse out, higher, higher go on, can you arch your back more.’ ‘Did I say put your legs down?’ The process of not just having her gaze on me but the eye of the camera, built that powerful sense of objectification, and being in her power. She got me sucking a big rubber cock, then lying back showing my cock ‘it’s more like a clit’ ‘Keep your legs straight and show me your little arse hole, look at me, smile, you’re loving this you pervert.’ On yes I was. But now things were to move on. The ingredients for the next trick were there waiting to be prepared. I was locked in her pillory, hand and head clamped in place, and then she sat on her leather chair and began to work. I got to watch as the instrument was prepared.

‘Figging.’ A wonderful kinky idea, combines masochism and a desire for anal penetration nicely, and has deliciously uncomfortable connections with CP. Claire is in front me crafting what is in effect a fresh ginger butt plug, sweating its hot juice that will soon be burning my arse from the inside. Seeing it made in front of me, as I am held restrained, knowing it is coming, has my temperature rising. There is a mean little sting in the tail with figging when applied in conjunction with a spanking. When the recipient clenches from the blow it gives the ginger a little squeeze and fresh waves of burn are released.

‘So you have never had anything in your arse before, and for the first time you want a big bit of burning ginger up there. You’re either very brave or stupid.’ With my arse in the air she slides it in. There is just a moment of pleasure as the cool root is slid home, but then it begins to burn and burn. Claire spanks my bottom and yes I clench and yes what they say is true, each smack brought a fresh wave of heat from the inside. But oh my. At first it feels almost too much, but then those endorphins begin to get to work, oh it still hurts but….. ‘Tell me when it starts to ease.’ This instruction had a worryingly double edged sound to it. What trick may Claire have in mind?

After a while the burn begins to give way, Claire gave it a few good taps and wiggles to get the most out of the plug. But a rather strange sensation was growing from inside, the sense that I needed to piss urgently. This idea seemed to delight Claire. ‘Shall I get you to piss in front of me? Wait there.’ Claire reappeared with a large deep dog bowl. ‘Piss there, I could get you to drink it, or at least put your face in it.’ But it was a false sensation, nothing would come. I could not squeeze a single drop out.  There was something that the ginger was irritating that sent the same message as the need to pee. I think we were both a little disappointed that this detour was a dead end, but Claire wasn’t doing to waste to bowl now it was here.

‘Have you ever had a spreader bar used on you? I think this is the perfect thing given what a slut you’ve been.’ Claire begins to buckle me in. ‘I had this made for me, but I was a bit ambitious. This is as short as it gets, open your legs wider.’ Then ooooh wow. ‘Shall I flog you? Would you like me to flog you? You would love it you filthy pervert, beg for it, beg me to flog you.’ I begged as she teased the thongs over my arse. ‘Beg properly, really like you mean it.’ The feeling of the flogger on my bottom, between the cheeks of my arse then on my back was divine, that lovely massaging stoking feeling that a flogger can give. ‘You are lucky we agreed I wouldn’t mark you, I could really hurt you.’ I think I could have stayed there, in Claire’s room, bent over, legs spread, flogger doing its teasing soothing work on me for hours. But time was slipping away, and there was a final game.

‘Last time I enjoyed getting you to cum in your panties and getting you to suck them clean. But I don’t want to repeat myself, that’s boring.’ I guessed what was coming. ‘So you are going to cum in the bowl and then lick it clean, eat your cum.’ Claire put the laptop in front of me with the pictures she had taken. ‘Do you want to see your pictures, wank off to pictures of yourself in slutty porno poses?’ I saw the pictures of myself, I am no model, but it brought back that experience of being the subject of her gaze an object. Me sucking that big pink cock, me lying back, offering my arse to the lens. And then I looked up at Claire, standing over me, looking down. ‘Look at your eager face.’ I came, and then licked the small pools of my come from the black plastic bowl.

As with the time before we ended on her bed, returning to earth, talking about the session, and other stuff, body art and books and food and travel, and kinkiness. And then it was time to leave this lovely warm space and head out once again into the dreary wet night, but now there was a warm glow inside me, and not just from the remnants of the figging…

 

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Doesn’t that sound like fun! I had such a blast taking those ridiculous porn pictures. I’ve really enjoyed the connection we’ve forged in our time together, and just how fun our sessions have been.

I was a little unsure whether or not to keep the mention of figging in here, it’s not something I do often at all so I didn’t want to set the expectation that I would. However, I decided to keep it as it demonstrates how very individual each relationship I have with each person I meet is. I chose to indulge Andrews desire for figging where I have declined countless others because in our dynamic it felt right, and on that day it felt right. That doesn’t mean it will happen again, only that in that moment it was what we both desired.

Just because relationships are professional doesn’t mean they doesn’t follow the typical pattern of relationships. Over time trust can build and things that begin as fixed boundaries may become more flexible, for example watersports, or how much clothing I wear in sessions. Relaxation of these boundaries come with time and trust. And sometimes in some relationships they remain boundaries never to shift, and that is fine too, all it means is that our relationship is taking the shape that is most comfortable for me.

 

Sadly I cannot show you any pictures of our fun and sexy session, but you have to believe me when I say they would have made you laugh!

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Great I really like to read the reviews of sessions. You both seem to get enjoyment out of it unlike some Mistresses. I just wished that it was me there. Thank you both for this blog.

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