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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.

agree, watch it for the soundtrack and keep an open mind and it's certainly an experience.

Count Paris just can’t take a hint that Juliet doesn’t like him. But you? I’d make you understand. I just wonder if it’ll be hard not to laugh if you were dressed up as an astronaut 🤭

All of the clips here are giving me ideas for my next movie night ❤️

I think everyone was at least a little subconsciously affected by that scene haha

It's hardly sacrilege, Queen themselves wrote the soundtrack!! It's worth it for that alone, if anything.

It's the hair lol though I'm certainly amused. I'm just surprised I haven't gotten other redheaded comic characters yet!

In the 1980 Flash Gordon, I was turned on by Emperor Ming's daughter, played by Ornella Muti, with her skirt slit to the waist and a midget on a leash (lucky guy!).

Ha, that Flash Gordon film with the princess being flogged is one of the earliest things I remember finding erotically intriguing. I quite like this scene from The Expanse where the matriarch of a whole planet oversees the torture of an enemy prisoner. “Give him another ten hours.”

I think my imagination took a wrong turn, leaving me as a cuckolded Paul Rudd at an X-rated Romeo + Juliet Capulet party. At least I’d get to dress like an Astronaut. And be Paul Rudd.

They tried to tame Wonder Woman for TV, but those comics influences snuck through. “The key to peace is for those with unbound force to enjoy being bound,” or something like that.

I’ve been wanting to do something fun with these wings! What roleplays could we do?

oh wow, I saw that in the movies at a young age, I guess that had a subconscious effect on me too hahah. speaking of also not mistresses, Lynda Carter's Wonder Woman was wearing next-to-nothing and red high boots and tying up dudes every week on TV, and Daisy Duke was suckering those Sheriffs and Deputies into doing whatever she wanted just so they could get a peek at her or get to talk to her. Man, what was going on in the 80s? No wonder I'm on this board, lol.