Mistress and I had a brief session the other night that left me…uh… ruined, to say the least. The ache was real. So real I could feel it the next day. While not my favorite feeling, it got me thinking about my favorite session with Mistress.
I pondered my own question for a bit and finally concluded, I cannot name one “favorite” session that tops all of the others. All of our sessions have a special place in my soul but some have left a more memorable impact than others.
Mistress and I have begun working with self-BDSM together, meaning I am required to initiate self-bondage/activities while I await her to decide to join. Not long ago, Mistress was at the gym later in the evening. With the kids in bed, Mistress ordered me to get myself in a restraint that would leave her little cock exposed before she returned from the gym. I somehow managed to get myself in a hogtie on my knees at the edge of her bed. I knew there were hours, not literally; it may have been over an hour.
I hear the front door lock click, and our door chime dings in the hallway. I perked up and began listening intently for her arrival in her bedroom. Keys hit the table, the dog is let out, and the distant opening of the frig is the sound that follows. She finally enters her room as I longingly stare at the door.
“Ah, how cute.” Is her only response without making eye contact. She brushes past me, leaning in as I am near the edge of her bed. The rummaging of drawers fills the room. One final slam of a drawer and she brushes past me again, heading towards the bathroom. On her way, she drops a small container of muscle heat cream. I instantly know what is about to happen. I panic as I hear the shower start after she closes the door between her bedroom and the bathroom. A few minutes go by, and I tell myself she got in the shower and just put this item here to mess with my emotions. Well, I was wrong. She opens the door and reenters the room; this time, she is naked and makes direct eye contact.
Without a word, she plants a deep kiss on my lips while grabbing the container. She screws off the lid and dabbles the cream over my exposed cock and balls. Replacing the cover and setting the container down next to me, she walks back into the bathroom and closes the door. The shower curtain rings screech slightly as they are opened and then shut. Just then, heat and more of it. Deep heat. I have nowhere to go. The sensation increases intensively after each passing second. I begin to control my breathing, in and out, in and out.
The shower water cuts off, the shower curtain screeches, and the gentle humming of a happy Mistress fills the room. She enters her room and giggles loudly as my eyes are red and watery.
“Ah, poor Kitty. Do my balls hurt?” She says in a fake sympathetic tone with a slightly pouty lip. I nod somewhat without trying to move and disrupt the heat sensation that has peaked for the last few minutes.
“Hm!” was her response as she got dressed. After lounging, she released my hands and ankles from the self-imposed bondage. As I adjusted my arms and legs, Mistress ordered me to get dressed for bed as she was satisfied with herself. And off to bed, we went.
This session sticks in my mind for several reasons. The first being the amount of torture that rub caused was unreal. Mistress has done all the research and knows how much is too much. Just enough to cause long torment without permanent damage.
The second reason is this is one of the first sessions that started with self-BDSM and has led us to more complex sessions when some of the work is done ahead of time. That way, Mistress can focus on her sadistic methods without having to put all of her attention on the restraints. She loves seeing me restrained but does not always like completing the act of restraining.
Feel free to share thoughts or your own session memories. Until next time.
Kneeling Kitty 