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This day has some great memories for me as I have sessioned on it in the past. Me, thinking I could declare my own independence. The mistresses showed me the error of my ways. The time for my return is getting closer but not here yet. So today, I’ll just wish everyone a happy Independence Day.

That fact is already etched in my memory. 🙇🏻‍♂️

I will show no mercy 💋

Spoken like a true artist.

I really enjoy recapping my sessions via long form on the Forum so that many years later you can read about what happened in detail so that you can go back to that “subspace”. Most of my topics are recaps from past insane sessions.

Grunts, screams, and resistance are all part of the color palette! I love making art 🎨

I’ve posted two stories to Literotica. I’ve previously said on this Forum that it’s my preferred site. The mental aspect is always more intriguing to me than the physical aspect.

Sometimes I like to find inspiration for sessions in written form, be it from literature or literotica (ha) Writing my own is fun too! What about y'all?

Truth!

They get what they get. Gags will take care of the rest. During one of my most recent sessions, the mistresses came in and told me Mistress Ree told them to gag me. Apparently it was a concern I may make too much noise in the building. So I was gagged on Mistree Ree’s instructions 😂.

Do you prefer full on screaming? Grunting? Muffled screaming while trying to stay quiet?

One on one sessions can certainly be great but a Double-Domme session can enhance the experience for me. Knowing that someone else has just witnessed what you’ve done to me is a highlight. If truth is fully told, I prefer talking. Being pressed on what I like and why. Forced to say it out loud, and to fully admit it. Not a pain loving guy, or into feminization, but I love the power exchange dynamic, especially when it’s creative and fun (and perhaps even a bit slutty).

Your mention of the mirror reminded me of my very first session. For years I had been jerking off to images in femdom magazines. Finally I worked up the courage to have a real session with a real woman. It was in a room with a full mirror. One of my enduring memories of that session is what I saw in the mirror: a beautiful woman in dominatrix gear, holding a leash attached to a collared male slave on all fours before her. It was like the photos in the scene magazines, except that this time I was in the image as the slave. Reality! Like you, that domme enjoyed ordering me to look at myself submitting to her.

Unfortunately, Paris is so dense, I suspect it would require a lot of reinforcing the lesson.

This made my mind roam and led to me writing up a fantasy rp/short story. Let me know if you like it! Role-playing as a paladin of the church: I was captured while escorting a group of travelers on their pilgrimage to the Holy Land. Ambushed by nefarious beings I was stalwart in my defense and only fell once I assured the innocents had escaped. Cuffed in my confinement, I was greeted by a wicked entity. The demoness was delighted at my plight, for they had a blessed specimen before them. Cooing seductively in my ear. Offering me forbidden pleasures if I yielded. Devilishly taunting me in erotic fashion to gain my submission. Burying my face within her bosom & between her cheeks. Teasing me with her sweet aromas. Their debauchery knew no bounds and was tantamount to my willpower. This stalemate would not last. Rejecting the sinful display, I lambasted her with my righteousness. For this I was met with swift punishment. Slapped repeatedly she beat upon me, her turn at lambasting me for my position. Flogging, whipping, and mocking me. "Know thine place, ant." I was told. Persevering through the onslaught, I was subjected to forced worship. Making me grovel and kiss her feet, working my way up her thighs to meet her ass. I resisted and was met with more punishment. They intended to break me. This was a trial unlike any other the lord has set upon me. A true testament to my will & faith. Faith I began to fear would falter. Surviving the horrid display I was informed they knew of my sins. They could sense the desire of man afterall. With haste she began teasing me, burying my face between her cheeks and forcing me to inhale. Delivering such fetid wind straight into my nose. Whispering to me how pleasing it would be to smell them eternally. How perfect their stink is and how they know I love it so. Cooing that I could forever enjoy their emissions if I submit. Rightfully becoming their fart slave. I shuttered at the thought, the pleasure coursing through me but I rebuked this offer. She laughed expecting this response and further hastened the teasing & torture. For as long as I witheld, they would continue their seduction. Until I perished, or submitted. The choice was never mine.

I'm not a comics guy, but this comment made me think you'd be an excellent Black Widow, at least ScarJo's movie version, which is what came to mind.