An Encounter with Baroness V

            I was apprehensive. My heart was pounding, as I approached the dungeon for my appointment with Baroness V, one of the most beautiful and experienced Dominatrix’ in Canada. i knew this was going to be different than any other session, i had ever had. 

            Hesitantly, i knocked on the door and waited.  There was no sound.  i didn’t know whether i  should knock again or wait.  i decided that I would wait and show Her i could be patient.  Then, I heard the clicking of shoes on the stairs. i felt fear and helplessness.

            The door opened, and standing in front of me was a tall, gorgeous Woman, dressed in a shiny black vinyl, knee length dress, wearing stiletto heels, with net stockings encasing Her long, shapely legs.

“Hello, Baroness,” i stammered. She smiled at me, opened the door wider and told me to walk ahead of Her.  It seemed like the longest walk of my life.   i had seen other Mistresses, but somehow this time it felt different.  This was Baroness V and as much as i wanted to impress Her, i was afraid that maybe I had indeed met my match and much more. i almost regretted telling Her that i liked “heavier” scenes and playing without a safe word.             The dungeon we entered absolutely blew my mind.  In the dim candle light i could make out rows of diabolical and very effective torture equipment, close by there was a whipping bench.  i could also make out a St. Andrew’s Cross, whipping posts, cages, a cell, suspension equipment, stocks, a large tub, sunken in the floor and a large punishment wheel.  The walls were adorned with dozens of other implements, intended to inflict serious pain.

“Take off your clothes and fold them neatly and put them on that table,” She instructed me, firmly and calmly.  i did as  i was told. “On your knees,” She ordered and i immediately fell to my knees, on the hard, cold floor before Her.

Slowly She walked around me, using the toe of Her right stiletto shoe to kick me, prod me and inspect me. “Keep working out,” she laughed .  If only…. i thought, sneaking a glance at Her fabulous body.

Finally, She walked in front of me, paused and lowered Herself  onto Her throne.  She looked regal.  She moved Her right shoe forward. “Kiss it ,” She ordered. i eagerly kissed the pointed toe and ran my tongue along the side.  Then, She lifted it up and i kissed and licked the sole.  I repeated this respectful ritual with Her other shoe.

“Kneel with your body totally erect and your arms at your sides, palms flat and resting on your thighs,” She commanded.  “And look only at My beautiful feet while i explain My rules and etiquette.”  She calmly explained that i was to obey Her absolutely; i was not to speak unless i asked for Her permission;  Nor was I permitted to look  Her directly in the face.  i was to always address Her as Baroness and  always thank Her for any attention She bestowed upon me. “Otherwise, I won’t waste My valuable time training you.” “Do you understand,” She asked?  i was tongue tied.  She slapped me sharply on the cheek and without raising Her voice repeated the question. “Yes, yes, i do,” i stammered.  “Good,” She replied, “We shall see.” She got up.  I was staring downward, my eyes fixed on Her beautiful spiked heeled shoes.  As She reached around my neck to fasten the studded leather collar, i was aware of Her long, immaculately manicured, red fingernails and lovely, soft hands adjusting it tighter. Then She attached a short leash, gave a quick, sharp tug and giggled when i gasped for breath.

 “Good,” She said, “just right.”  “Now,” She instructed me, “Hold your hands straight out in front of you with the palms up.”  Using a black school strap, swiftly administered five stinging strokes to each hand.  The pain was intense and my hands blazed.

            “Thank You Baroness,”  I heard myself saying, impressed with Her strength and poise.  At 6 feet 2 inches in heels, She had definitely made an impression. She ordered me to get on all fours and slowly, on the leash, led me across the room to a bench. Before i mounted it, She fitted me with severe nipple clamps and drew one chain up and fastened it to the collar. Then She fastened another chain with clamps and attached it tightly to my cock and balls. 

            I climbed up on the bench and She fastened the collar chain to the bench and pulled it tight so that my head was bowed, my ass exposed and very vulnerable. For the next 15 minutes She administered an exquisitely, heavy spanking.  At one point, when i flinched and cried out, i felt Her soft hand rub my back and She whispered,  “Take all of this for me.” 

            Afterwards, She seemed pleased with Her work. “That’s a nice, rosy colour and it’s good and warm too.”   My ass ached but I was glad She was pleased. I knew that if She asked me to take even harder discipline from Her, i couldn’t resist.

            i was exhausted and thought She was too, but She was only beginning instead She told me to get up from the bench and I crawled behind Her to another part of the room.  Ordering me up, She put cuffs on my wrists and then raised them over my head and fastened them there. Spreading my legs with a spreader bar, She attached weights to my nipples and cock clamps.  i wanted to sag with the sharp pain and weight, but couldn’t.  Then She started both sets of weights swinging and i moaned and cried out.

            “Now let’s get down to some serious business,” She said.  “are you ready?”  it knew that i was in for an unique experience.  “Yes,” I said respectfully.

            The first lash hit me between the legs and I moaned trying to arch my body to absorb the sting.  Then, laughing, She beat my cock harder and harder making the weights swing.  I was close to tears.  She tugged on my nipple chain until it was taut and my nipples ached.

Walking slowly over to a nearby table She took a drink of water and selected a single tailed whip. Slowly and methodically She whipped me, increasing the intensity, as She landed well placed lashes from just below my shoulders to the top of my heels. i was just hanging on.  She whipped me beautifully, all the time talking soothingly to me and urging me to take more and more to please Her.             My back was sizzling, as She softly ran Her hands down and over each welt.  “These are beautiful and tomorrow they will be a nice black and blue, what do you say to the Baroness?” The weights felt like cement blocks.             i thanked Her, grateful that I had been granted a session with Her.  i had learned just how skilled She was and although my body ached, i had nothing but respect for Her.             As a culminating activity, She released me, and then instructed me to lie in the large bathtub sunk into the floor.  She climbed over my head, squatted and ordered me to open my mouth.  I felt Her sweet ambrosia hit my tongue; my eyes were closed and i gagged a bit.  Its salty sweetness ran out of the sides of my mouth and trickled down my neck.             “Good boy,” She said, “take all of it.  I’ve been saving it up for you.”  I felt privileged and swallowed as much as i could,  Her savory nectar filled my mouth again and i lay there for a few minute not knowing whether to feel happy or humble.

“Wash yourself and then meet Me at the throne,” She said calmly.  i crawled back to where She was sitting and gratefully kissed Her shoes. 

It was the best session i have ever had and i knew that i wanted Her, and Her only, to teach me how to be Her slave. i loved Her.