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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.