I searched the web and found a few dominatrixes in towns within decent distance. I phoned one of them who offered a BDSM service and arranged an appointment for later that afternoon. The appointment was in a town about a 45 minute drive from where I work. I arrived at the town an hour early and so decided to go shopping. There is a 99p store in the mall and I bought myself a green and white medium sized dog collar. I wasn't sure if it would fit so as I walked away from the collars I quickly held it up to my neck and wrapped it round. It fitted and no one seemed to notice.
By now I was in full on sissy/humiliation mode and so I decided to buy those dog tags I had always wanted to get but been too scared to buy. I went into a shoe repair, dog tag type shop and asked about their dog tags. The guy was pretty miserable and explained the different tags and pricing. I asked about engraving and he told me the price included a name and a number. I selected two tags, a silver dog bone and a red heart (he didn't have any pink ones). He handed me a small piece of paper and told me to write which tags I wanted and what I wanted printing on each. This was where things got nerve wracking. I wrote 'red heart and under it sissy and silver dog bone and under it panty boy. He looked at the paper for a while and then said 'no numbers’? I replied no. He got the tags and printed them. After all my nerves it wasn't nearly as bad as I had expected.
I drove to where Trisha had told me to go and phoned her, she gave me the final directions. I had a bag containing some leotards and knickers and of course my new collar.
I knocked on the door and Trisha let me in, after an offer of a glass of water and a query as to whether I needed the toilet or not, I was led to the playroom. Once in the room she turned to me.
'Here's how it goes, you'll strip, fold your clothes and pile them over there, be waiting for me in the inspection position, standing with your hands behind your head. I'm going to find some clothing for you to wear now that I know what size you'll take. I stripped as instructed and folded and placed my clothes where I'd been told to. My panties were the last to come off and I folded them and put them on the pile where they could be seen (after all, that's part of the fun, letting her know that I wear panties). The panties are large, school girl type panties but very loose. They look huge.
Then I stood naked, by myself with my hands behind my back and my erection bobbing as I moved. It's an amazing start to a session to go from being clothed and in control, to being naked and following a strangers instructions. I probably waited about 5 minutes before the door opened again and Mistress re-entered the room. She looked at my erection and commented that we'd have to do something about that. She put some clothes on the bed and made me turn round so she could inspect me from behind. I did and shivered as she ran her hands lightly over my back and the crack of my buttocks.
Following orders I turned around and slipped my foot into a stocking that she was holding for me. She slid it up my leg and stood back. 'Hmm, looking pathetic already.'
The second stocking followed accompanied with more comment about how silly I looked. And then she made me put on an elasticated black girdle which was very tight. Finally she slipped a pair of lace panties up my legs and told me to put them on. I adjusted them so that my erection was contained by the lace elastic material.
'Good well at least you've hidden that pathetic thing. How do you think you look?'
'Yes, you do look ridiculous, you look silly.'
She moved to a table and returned with a blindfold.
'Right, I'm going to add some darkness now.'
She placed the blindfold over my eyes. Then each of my hands was taken and put in a fingerless leather glove which was strapped on. The gloves were connected to each other and then in turn attached to some rope which was then used to pull my arms above my head. I was locked into that position.
Silence. Blindfolded I stood with my arms straight above my head, unable to move much. Finally I heard movement. The slap, slap, slap, she slapped my face and told me that I was hers now.
She moved behind me. She pressed her bod against me. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, she pushed her pelvis against my ass. Her hands reached round and stroked my chest through the material of the women’s underwear I was dressed in. She made me tell her what I wanted from the session. I told her punishment and humiliation. I explained that I could have marks on me after the session. She gave me the safe word. She stood back and made me spread my legs a little before stroking my back and buttocks and then lightly between my legs. She reached round and grabbed my penis and balls squeezing them slightly. She lowered the panties and then slapped my ass, hard a number of times.
I heard her move away and when she returned she attached a leather cock cage around my dick. More footsteps and she was behind me.
'You're pathetic wearing those clothes aren't you?'
'Yes mistress. I know it's pathetic but I can't help myself.'
She paddled me, about 12 stroked, paying attention to both my buttocks. Then she stroked me and pressed her body against me. Then she grabbed the leash attached to my collar and pulled my neck back. With my hands above my head and my neck being pushed back it felt a bit like I was being choked. She whispered in my ear asking how helpless I felt and how in charge she was.
I don't know how long I spent tied like that with her taunting me, spanking and caning me. At one stage she put nipple clamps on my nipples and then appeared to forget about them.
When she released me from that position she led me to bend over a bed and my hands were tied to the other side of it so that I was tied in a bent over position. She asked me about the size butt plugs I was used to and I replied small to medium. She lubed me up and I felt something being pushed into me. There was the brief feeling of something being being pushed in before it was swallowed by my bum. I felt some movement in whatever it was and then I felt myself being lifted by it. She had put a hook in my ass and was pulling me up. Eventually I was left standing painfully on my toes, again I was spanked and taunted.
At one stage during this she pulled the nipple clamps off. The pain was immense. Naturally she pulled one off and then waited a while so that the suspense and anticipation in me could build up before pulling the second off.
When she released me from the hook the relief in my calves was immense. She started fucking me with a dildo or butt plug, I don’t know what and I sucked on the dildo. I was like a slut, spreading my legs to help her penetrate me with whatever it was, my head bobbing up and down on the dildo. At one stage it fell out my mouth and I was alike a starving dog moving my face around to try find it again and get it back into my mouth. I was making noises and comments like a slut.
She untied me and made me lay on the bed, then she jerked me off. I had to ask her permission to cum first. There I was laying on my back, blindfolded, one hand holding the dildo that I was sucking on like it was the tastiest thing I'd ever tasted, and my other hand between my legs and slipping two fingers into my asshole as I moaned and did my oh yes and fuck me’s around the dildo in my mouth.
It was a fantastic session, definitely one of the best I've had. Blindfolding me was a brilliant idea as it removed my natural restraint that I probably would have had could I have seen her. Instead I was able to lose myself in my fantasy. Had the session been recorded I would no doubt be very embarrassed at the way I behaved, but I enjoyed every minute of it.
I did have to use the safe word once after receiving 12 of the best I felt I could not take any more. Mistress backed off and left my ass alone as I requested.