Karl

I agree. Golden with consumption is at the edge of my limits -- I've done it occasionally but other times I've felt that it was just too extreme. During those times it's strictly a jerk-off fantasy. Possibly ultimate for me: golden with consumption with a third person present. Even more degrading than being a human toilet is for someone else to SEE me being a human toilet. I've been regretting that my last Double Domination session at the Fortress came during one of those periods when I couldn't handle being a waste receptacle. I wimped out on a chance to push my limits.

As compared with most other dungeons, the Fortress has a smaller and more select group of Mistresses. Turnover at some of the other places is rapid. More than once I've looked at a website and found that someone I sessioned with fairly recently is no longer there. The Fortress hires fewer people and invests the time in carefully training them, after which they stick around a while. (My thanks to Mistresses Kang and Ang for letting me provide practice flesh for the latter's training!)

I can relate to your hesitation. I had seen BDSM porn before moving to NYC, and it took a while to sink in that some of the women advertising in the scene magazines (this was pre-Internet) were real live people within a couple miles of me, and that I could do this in real life. Maybe the obstacle, for guys like us, is that it's such a departure from anything we've done before. Anyway, I continued to do nothing more than think about it. Finally, I asked myself "What's the worst that could happen." I called a couple numbers and asked some stupid newbie questions. All were answered patiently. (So one specific bit of advice: Don't be afraid of looking stupid by asking basic questions. You can't possibly ask a question that's so stupid or so basic that it's new to them.) With a better idea of what was involved, I made an appointment. About 20 minutes into my first session, I was filled with regret. The regret was that I hadn't done it much sooner. You posted a couple weeks ago. I'm sure I'm not the only reader who'd love to hear an update from you. If you took the plunge, what was it like? If you're still hesitating, where are you on your journey?

I remember having occasional BDSM fantasies in adolescence. Later, when I bought porn magazines in the sleazy shops near the Port Authority Bus Terminal, I found myself gravitating more toward the femdom material. That was when I was just passing through New York and took a moment to go shopping. That continued for a while even after I'd moved to the city. Intellectually, I knew that some of the mistresses pictured in the ads were just a mile or two from me. At first, though, I just continued in my established pattern of jerking off to images. Eventually, it sank in that I could, with minimal effort, actually meet a dominatrix and live out a fantasy. It took me some time to work up the courage, but eventually I did. In my first pro session, one whole wall of the room was a mirror. One of my most vivid memories, all these years later, is this image: A naked slave is on all fours, wearing a collar, while a beautiful woman in dominatrix garb holds the leash that's attached to his collar. It was like one of the scenes from my familiar magazines, but the slave was ME! One strong reaction I had was that I had waited too long to do it.

I've never been into cross-dressing or strap-on play. My mindset is that the male is submitting to and worshiping the female, so it's just not a turn-on for me to wear feminine clothing (to which I'm not entitled) or for her to take the penetrative role (which is a step down for her). In session, I've tried each of these once, to indulge the mistress. The experiences confirmed my predisposition that neither was for me. Foot worship, on the other hand, is something I'm happy to do. The only confusion for me is that, in my vanilla relationships, I often please my partner with foot massage. Even non-domme women enjoy it! So, when I massage a mistress's foot in session, it doesn't unequivocally tell me that I'm her slave. Kneeling before her and kissing her feet gets me more into subspace.

GS with consumption is very humiliating for me -- so much so that it's sometimes a hard limit and sometimes not. I had one unusual humiliating experience. I had a session (not at the Fortress, sorry) which the mistress conducted while wearing typical leather fetish gear. Afterward, we were talking while I dressed. She was planning to leave the dungeon. As part of her changing into street clothes, she casually removed her top. She had not been bare-breasted during the session. Normally, a woman would think nothing of exposing her breasts to another woman (changing after a swim at the Y or whatever). She would not do so in front of a man except deliberately, as in vanilla sex, or in session with the clear context of domme and sub. This mistress sent me the message that, as far as she was concerned, I was NOT a man. Therefore, she could change in front of me without it meaning anything. It was more humiliating than anything she'd done during the hour that I'd paid for.

Mistress Koi, one definition of "monster" in en.wiktionary.org is: (informal) A prodigy; someone very talented in a specific domain. That dude playing guitar is a monster. So they're just saying that you're very talented in the specific domain of nipple torture.