as expected...the true story

Some of you might know my story “as expected” from a while back, posted on the main site. Surprisingly and happily, I am now owned by a delightful Mistress. To clarify, she is NOT a Pro-Domme like Ayesha in that tale, nor is She my wife! Yesterday was my first visit to her home, creating a parallel between real life and the story’s events, so I decided to share this experience. I followed orders to lock myself into the cock cage before leaving home. The journey covered about 130 miles, and I carried the collar she gave me. Mistress is known for being quite strict, especially with switches like me (though I have my own sub/play-partner). From past sessions at play parties, I know this reputation holds true. Facing a whole day under her mercy was intimidating yet thrilling. I knocked, and the door opened to reveal Mistress in a beautiful new corset. Without speaking, she gestured for me to follow into a room and pointed to the floor; I knelt before Her. “Where is your collar?” She asked. After handing it over, She fastened it around my neck. It’s a lovely wide piece of soft yet sturdy leather with two metal rings on the front. Then came the command: “Strip.” She handed me a plastic bag for my shoes and clothes, which She then removed to hide somewhere I didn’t see. Next were leather cuffs for my wrists and ankles. “Put them on,” she said. Mistress secured them, connecting them with a chain between my ankles. Using door-hangers, I was tied up standing, stretched out slightly. Since Mistress enjoys tormenting my nipples (my favorite spot too lol), She spent about an hour amusing herself with bulldog clips, pegs, and finally clover clamps added with lead weights for extra tension. Having had a fairly intense session just days prior at a play party, my nipples were still quite sensitive and hadn’t fully healed! Her long, sharp fingernails also came into play (literally causing considerable pain) on both my nipples and the cock inside its cage. Once freed from the door-hangers, I was told to lie face down over a small table. This clever piece of furniture has chains that lock onto my collar and cuffs while keeping my legs on the floor. Over the next hour, Mistress used various floggers and crops, plus canes for me—a first experience. She offered three canes and asked which I’d pick. Assuming she would use only one, I chose the thickest, reasoning it wouldn’t hurt as much. My logic was correct, but I didn’t realize she intended to use all three anyway, down to that thin, whippy one that really stung! To finish, She used three paddles and three straps; by then, my rear was red with several raised weals. Then came release. In typical British fashion, we sat for tea (which I brewed myself, still chained and cuffed) and chatted for a long time. It was a wonderful experience with a lovely lady. Next week, I’ll be staying overnight at her place. There’s even talk of permanent cage life…