It was my first meeting with Mistress Tess.
I was standing at the Femdom’s door, right on time, waiting for the mistress to open it.
I was wondering if she really was as beautiful as she is on the pictures.
A minute later, she appeared in front of me and all my doubts disappeared. She is truly as pretty, even more so in real life. She looked like an angel dressed with the most exquisite red latex outfit.
But what the pictures don’t show is her smile. That smile that says: “Welcome to my world. Here you are my property and I am going to do with you whatever pleases me”.
My first impression was: “She doesn’t look very strict, she’s probably not a hard mistress.” Oh boy was I wrong. That was my first mistake this day. But not the last one unfortunately…
I followed her into the red room. A beautiful room fully equipped with everything a mistress and a slave could wish for.
She was very polite, very nice, offered me something to drink and asked me gently to take off my clothes and to prepare myself. I surely wasn’t ready for what was coming next…
There is something about her that is hard to describe. She looks actually very gentle. She never raises her voice, she speaks softly and always kindly. But there is something about her that makes you feel compelled to submit. She has this commanding aura that will get you on your knees and obey, no matter how manly you think you are.
When I was ready she immediately ordered me to get on my knees, the only suitable position in her presence. She put a very large collar on my neck and a leash. She smiled and said “This is exactly what you need, my slave”. She has the most devasting smile I have ever seen.
A few minutes later, I was totally restrained and couldn’t move an inch anymore. She smiled again and said, with her incredibly kind and sexy voice: “Here you are, fully restrained. We wouldn’t like you to be able to resist, wouldn’t we?”. Then she put clamps with heavy weights on my nipples. I was used having my nipples punished, I endured a lot for other mistresses. So I told her proudly that she could punish my nipples as hard as she wanted to. This was my second mistake this day. I really wish I could take that back…
After she whipped me with a paddle, pretty hard and more than 20 times, I still didn’t moaned or flinched. I am a proud man and I was not going to let this beautiful young woman, with her innocent look, break my will. After she asked me a question, I can’t unfortunately remember what the question was, she said: “You are probably a liar”, I can tell just by looking at you.” This was my third and biggest mistake this day as I replied that no, I am not a liar. Then, with the most beautiful but meaningful smile, she added: “You’d better admit right now you’re a liar, or you will suffer the consequences…”. I wasn’t aware of the living hell that was awaiting me. I was just thinking: “you’ll never break me young lady…”. She then attached a very heavy weight on my intimate part and made me walk to a bench on which I would be fully restrained again. I was in pain but still confident. What a fool I was…
After that, I was not a man anymore. I was a toy for her to play with, I was literally a living doll that had to endure whatever she decided. That such a beautiful woman, with such an angelic face and voice, was capable of being so merciless, so cruel and to inflict so much pain, was simply unbelievable.
I had my hands tied, completely powerless. Then I felt the first blows on my naked butt. She didn’t used a hard whip and it wasn’t very painful. But after more than 20lashes, I was relieved when she stopped nonetheless. “This is just a warmup!” she said with a smile. I received 20 more lashes, with another whip, a harder one. I started to moan, as the pain was getting more intense. Then, with her soft and gentle voice she said: “There is nothing on your nipples anymore! I forgot about them.” With her expert hands she put the first clamp on my left nipple. Not your average clamp that pinches your skin along with your nipple and eases the pain, oh no! The clamp she used was very small, only pinching your nipple with diabolic precision to inflict as much pain as possible. The pain was strong but bearable. Then she put the second on my right nipple… The pain reached levels I never experienced. I moaned hard, I was suffering like hell. I was hoping for mercy and that she would remove them. But all I got was a laugh and she added: “Yes, I know those clamps hurt like hell”. And she laughed again as she watched me trying to catch my breath, trembling in agony, with tears appearing in my eyes. In took very long minutes to adjust to the pain. Minutes that felt like hours.
At this point, I was considering giving up and admit I am a liar. But my pride is strong and was confident she would have mercy before I would give up. Another big mistake…
Never was my life as miserable at this point. She used all kind of whips, even a very long and hard one. The blows were raining on my naked butt, already completely marked. Another mistress was in the studio. She walked in and Mistress Tess said: “Want to have some fun”. “Sure”, replied the other mistress. She gave me around 5 lashes, not hard ones like Mistress Tess. “How much can I give him?” asked the other mistress. “As much as you want.” said Mistress Tess with a sadistic laugh. I got 10 more, much harder. Then the other mistress leaved, apparently pleased to have shared a moment with her friend.
I was in pain, no question about it. I was sweating, trembling and I had a hard time breathing. But the blows continued to rain like there was no tomorrow. I asked for mercy several times, I repeated: ” I am not a liar, please mistress…” over and over. But mercy never came. It even got worse when she decided to add weight on my nipples. Never did I feel so much fear in my life. She asked again, with a most gentle whisper: “Still not giving up slave?”. With tears in my eyes and with all my courage I still replied: “No mistress, please… I am not a liar.”, hopping for the end of my agony. Then she took a gag and said: “Well, if you’re really not giving up, then I will gag you, so you won’t be able to talk anymore and I can continue to punish you.” This was just too much. I was in so much pain already and the idea of not being able to stop it until she decided I suffered enough was just too frightening. I said, with the most pathetic voice: “You won mistress, I am giving up.”. She asked, with a smile: “And?”. “I am liar mistress, please don’t punish me anymore, please…”.
With the greatest shame I must admin that she did break my will. At this point, I was literally her slave. I would have done anything she asked. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was a broken man. She was pleased with me and locked me in a cage. She offered me something to drink and was very nice to me. But my manly attribute was soft and tiny. “This is not a man’s attribute slave!” she said with a commanding voice. Then she put new clamps on my nipples, which endured so much already. To my greatest relieve, those weren’t too hard and it didn’t hurt too much. After I showed her I was still able to resemble somewhat of a man she simply said: “Very good slave, you have to stay in the cage for a moment, then I will free you. You can chose something to drink.”.
After she freed me, I took a quick shower. My butt was a mess. It was red and purple and anyone could see I took a tremendous amount of blows. My nipple were so painful I couldn’t apply any pressure on them. The session was over. She offered me a drink and we talked. I discovered an extremely intelligent, kind and funny girl. We gently talked about everything and I kissed her several times on the cheek, and thanked her greatly for the marvelous time I had. Then she escorted me to the exit. She gave me her most beautiful smile and I left.
Should I add something else? In short: she’s simply extraordinary. She’s a master of her art, she’s beautiful and intelligent and a wonderful person. Go visit her.
Maybe a few words about BDSM:
The most important parts are the B and the D. They stand for bondage and discipline. If you don’t want any physical pain (like I do), that’s perfectly ok. Mistress Tess can just restrain you, punish you by blindfolding you and make you unable to talk (for example). It’s a game about trust, in losing control and putting someone else in charge. But whatever your fantasies are, Mistress Tess is the one you can you trust, truly and unconditionally.
