Reflections MV

Dear Divine Mistress Victoria

Thank You Goddess for blessing me with the offer to share my thoughts with You on the sensational pain slut training session we shared on Friday August 18th at Your studio. 

Leading up to our first worship encounter, we had corresponded by email several times to try to find a mutually suitable time, over the period of several weeks.  The words You had shared with me in our correspondence touched me deeply and I sensed that I may be able to please You deeply and that I must offer myself as a pain slut to You no matter what.  I was despondent that I may mot have the opportunity to worship You while I was in Toronto.  I decided to take the chance that You may not be previously engaged and called Your number at approximately 6pm.  I was surprised that You were available to receive my plea and I listened to Your lovely voice as my heart pounded in my ears.  It as if the planets were aligning I had been struck with a thunderbolt when You informed me that I may be able to worship You tonight at 9pm.   My sense that I was destined to be Your pain slut was finally coming to fore. Listening to the melody of Your cool, alluring voice was heavenly music to me and I was overjoyed to call You back at 8pm for my instructions on how to proceed forward into Your grasp.

Upon arrival at Your studio, I knocked lightly and was allowed to enter, finally in Your most glorious presence.  I was immediately awe struck by Your incomparable dominant beauty and I knew I was with the divine one, whom would accept my efforts to serve has Her pain slut and feed the sadistic hunger in Her.  My Mistress was pleased with my youthful, baby faced appearance.  I was ‘floored’ by Her stunning beauty when She looked into my eyes and smiled with wicked delight.  I am commanded by my masochistic need to please You my cruel woman. Please Mistress Victoria, Your acceptance of my desire to please You gives You complete and utter control over me.  I pray that You will use it for Your pleasure as You so wish.

My Mistress allowed me to begin by removing me street clothing so that She may inspect me.
Mistress Victoria instructed me to step forward to Her and to raise my hands.  Mistress graciously placed Her shackles on my wrists and hoisted them high over my head so that I may begin to serve Her as destined as Her obedient pain slut, to revel in the delight of the torturous sensation of Her yummy corporal training.  I ache and yearn for each blessed stroke, by which Mistress Victora will expertly take me where I so desire to go.

Mistress Victoria brought a blindfold and placed it on my eyes.  Immediately Madam allowed my worship to begin as She placed a series of clothes pins on my nipples, chest and other sensitive places.  My goddess explained to me that She would soon begin flogging me and that all She never needed to raise Her voice to me, and that a whisper in the ear would be all that was required.  Mistress Victoria began with a horsehair flogger, lightly striking it on my back, to bring the blood flowing to the area.  The sound of Her flogger moving through the air and across my back was captivating.  Mistress Victoria’s ability with Her implements is beyond expert, it is all knowing.  Each stroke was a heaven sent experience of the most divine order.

Mistress Victoria explained to me that She very much enjoyed the service of a pain slut and hoped that I would not disappoint Her.  She explained to me that She had only had the experience of the service of a true pain slut once before, a slave She had won in an auction in New York.  What a lucky, lucky pain slut he must have been.   It was now my turn to free myself in the most liberating way I could imagine, to serve my long sought Mistress Victoria as Her insatiable pain slut.

Mistress Victoria’s physical power was very, very  impressive.   Her small but very strong hands now had the complete array of Her corporal instruments at their disposal, and my journey toward the extreme pleasure of feeding Her sadistic streak commenced in full.

Mistress Victoria smiled brightly,  She was very pleased with me.  Once I knelt and greeted Her, She told me that I looked much younger than She had imagined.  I assured Her of my age and She brought Her lovely face very close to mine and said “My god, you have such a baby face”!  She had an intoxicating smile and looked me directly in the eye which I savored.  Mistress told me that She had felt from our emails that we may have a “connection”.  Mistress Victoria was wearing a black latex short sleeve top, a matching short skirt with red fish net stockings, and high heeled shoes with ankle straps; and it was my privilege to me before her.

She ran Her fingers through my hair repeatedly and told me that my hair was very soft and this appeared to please Her.  Mistress brought a very tight shackle for my wrists and clipped them to an attachment over my head.  She instructed me to say yellow once my hands started to loose circulation.   I asked Mistress if I may speak and I requested to discuss my session limits.  I requested that I could not have any long lasting marks at this time.  Mistress told me that I have very good manners and must have served another Mistress before.  I was facing away from Her discipline instrument rack and Mistress blindfolded me to focus my other senses.

Mistress started our corporal session with a light horse hair flogger which She first caressed my shoulders and back with, and then started lightly flogging me with it.  Her expert flicking strokes accentuated the flogger’s uniqueness.   Mistress then brought a soft leather flogger and began warming up my back and behind with it.  Mistress told me in a babying, teasing tone of voice that one must be warmed up before moving to the “sharp, biting implements”.  

Mistress told me that I shouldn’t be fooled my Her polite, pleasant demeanor and smile.   I arched my back perched my behind out for Her and this pleased Her, Mistress said that She now had complete access to my “sit spot”.  Mistress told me that I was developing some little purple spots on my behind from the tips of Her flogger.  Mistress told me that She loves to slap and use Her hands, and how wonderfully She does that.  She told me that when She plays in public, She is unique among other Mistresses in this regard. Mistress cracked a single tail whip ominously beside me and it made a seriously sinister crack that brought delight to Her.  Next time I hear that crack I shall know the pleasure of accepting its sharp bite on my flesh as it makes the sinister sound.

She removed my blindfold and looked me in the eyes from very close range, and told me not to be fooled by Her smile. She is my Cruel Tormentress, for who I love enduring the sweetness of Her strokes.   Mistress told me She doesn’t need to shout to get Her instructions understood, that a whisper is the ear is all that is necessary. After we finished with several floggers, my hands began to numb a bit and I informed Mistress as instructed.  She graciously undid my shackles and instructed me to get on here St Andrew’s Cross facing forward and standing on the foot rests.  I held firmly onto the o-rings for the hand positions.

I believe Mistress had put a collar on me but I don’t recall.  Mistress brought an extremely heavy flogger and really whacked me with it.  I thought I would go right through the cross.  I was stunned by the physical force with which She struck me with Her wide range of implements.  I remember saying Oh yes Mistress, Oh yes, it is yummy.  Mistress then took out and used a very thin whip and it whirled rapidly in the air like a helicopter. She expertly flicked its tip on my seared back, showing me a taste of the very nasty potential of its full bite.  Mistress continued this on my upper back, like wonderful light scraping of finger nails over red hot seared flesh.  Mistress and I felt our chemistry melding together and Mistress told me that I was a delicious play toy.  Oh Mistress, how I cannot wait until we can freely explore our potential combination of desires.  I hope and pray that you will release the full extent of your sadistic desires on me and my need to endure.

Mistress told me that She was now going to use something on me that I had probably not experienced before.  It was a heavy, heavy rope implement.  When Mistress whacked me with it, I felt its deep penetrating force, and I told Mistress it felt like getting hammered with a rubber mallet. Mistress agreed with my assessment.  My feet had become uncomfortable on the small foot places on the Cross.  Mistress told me to stand on the floor instead, and I continued to tightly grasp the o-rings in my hand and perch my sit spot out for Mistress to enjoy while She whacked me again and again and again.  Mistress brought a huge bullwhip and caressed my back with it and it was vicious looking.  In no way did I expect a stroke from it to be anything called “sweet”.  My heart raced as I imagined accepting its ferocity for my Sadist.  In Her expert control, it would be hugely challenging, exceeded only by my desire to accept it for Her.

Mistress instructed me to get down from Her Cross and to move over to Her comfortably padded “bent-over spanking bench”.  Mistress positioned me on it in such a way that I was fully off my feet. Mistress continued to flog me until I was completely ablaze.  Mistress told me that She was expert at punching and She then repeatedly punched my upper back and told me about how She had been taught this art.  Each punch hit with such force that it took my breath away momentarily, and I begged Her punch me again and again.  Her strength is undeniable and each blow was orgasmic.

Once Mistress had punched the breath from me, She moved to a wonderful change of pace, She brought out a very sharp Wartenburg wheel.  Mistress clamped my head between Her awesomely powerful knees and began to run its nasty sharpness all over my seared back and behind.  The sensation of its points on my seriously tender back nearly made me jump out of my skin.  The top of my back between the shoulder blades was extremely sensitive and I begged Mistress not to use it on this area and She laughed with sadistic delight as She continued to roll it repeatedly.  I tried to use my toes to push the bench out of Her reach, but Mistress relished my squirming and continued to run the nasty points of the wheel on my most tender area.  

Mistress then moved the wheel to my flaming behind and ran it directly on my puckered hole and scrotum.  It was a first for me and it was delicious in Her expertly gauged control, the penetration of its sharp points relentless.

Once Mistress had tortured me to Her satisfaction, Mistress released me from Her bench and seated Herself comfortably in Her spanking chair in front of a mirror.  Mistress instructed me to lie across Her lap in such a way that I could clearly see Her Hand in the mirror as it powerfully spanked my behind and then gave me a beautiful spanking.  She was very pleased with the well muscled shape of my behind.  She praised me and instructed me to ensure it kept its shape and even improve upon it for Her through a focused exercise regime.  It will be my privilege to try to perfect its form for Her.

Once we completed the spanking, Mistress allowed me to kneel beside Her and put my head in Her lap as She stroked my hair with Her fingers and told me that I was very much a delicious play toy and She was delighted to have Her own pain slut.   Sadly the time had come to part and I thanked Her for Her exquisite gift.  She understands and accepts me, and for that I am eternally grateful.

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