Dannyboy

After ages of sessioning with so many Mistresses and in so many locations, having done so many different things and intentionally avoiding many other possible activities it has been more about the connections with individual Mistresses. It's the feeling that we are traveling on the same road together and we will meet again to write another chapter of our story that will never end. Of course nothing lasts forever and eventually all fades into oblivion. My favorite thing in a session is connecting with the Mistress on many levels. The Fortress has been that one special place, Dannyboy

When Ms Kang dubbed me "Dannyboy" that set an enduring standard. For me it's more about the person and less about the name. Ms Koi once called me "Mister Redbottom" and I'm still guessing what she meant by that. Dannyboy

You are able to articulate the thought that I couldn't bring myself to express because you might think I was weird or something. I would suppose, though, that we would agree to meet at a hotel once we figure out how to sign the register. Would that make me gay? Dannyboy

Spit does not appeal to me at all. Just give me that old time Golden Shower. Dannyboy

Dear Ms Kang: I'm trying to comprehend the enormity of that event. You mean the totality of my mind and consciousness taking over the body of a woman for 24 hours? What would happen to the consciousness of the woman during that time? What would happen to my body? Would my consciousness be retained in my own body as well or would I become a mindless organism with only autonomic functions keeping me alive? If I woke up that day I would be utterly disoriented and in a panic. I would know nothing about female attire and make-up. I would have no history or social contacts as a woman. How could I even function? And would this body be young and beautiful or hideous and foul-smelling? If I had the luxury of time travel and the choice of body to inhabit I would find a beautiful girl who rejected my sexual advances and change the "no" in her mind to a "definitely yes" and jump back into my own body to enjoy what I did not back then. Dannyboy

For me it is either a historical reenactment or a fantasy unrealizable in the vanilla world. It has always resided in my head waiting for the opportunity. Dannyboy.

Hmmmmm? If this hinges upon the involuntary participation of those who see the exposure then I am at a loss to explain the motivation. Further I wouldn't care to expose myself to anyone who is not a willing viewer. In a dungeon setting the idea of other Mistresses or even other spectators who have my permission to watch is another question altogether. That for me is a very exciting prospect. The idea of getting punished and otherwise used or abused by a Mistress or having my naughtiest secrets exposed to them is a tremendously emancipating thought. Dannyboy

Years ago saw a student receiving a caning from the European Headmaster. Her arms were in restraints above the elbows at a point below her head. Her legs were in restraints above the knee at a point below her torso. Her knees were resting on an elevated surface and her legs were in restraints above her ankles. Finally there was a thick leather strap fastened around the small of her back. I always wanted to be bound on a piece of furniture just like that. I wanted to be the Headmaster receiving retribution from the beautiful blonde student who had received the caning. I remember that this video was from a large assortment of punishments made by Rigid-East. This particular caning may still be accessible if one searches diligently for it. Dannyboy

Thinking about it and not totally sure. I am sure it wasn't seeing Annette Funicello on the Mickey Mouse Club. I will give it some deeper thought. Dannyboy

Amazing!!! I have a friend who is much more perverted than I am. He does things I would never think of let alone actually do. Dannyboy

Jessy: I am not allowed to issue Commandments to Mistresses. That's in my contract. I hope you enjoyed anyway. Dannyboy.

......and Toto too???? Dannyboy

No longer belated nor premature. May you have a very Happy Birthday today. Dannyboy.

I don't get pre-session jitters anymore. They are replaced by pre-surgical jitters. Dannyboy

Seems to be a Pavlovian reaction. Dannyboy

Barbecue in the back yard. Dannyboy

Jessy: Otanjobee omedetoh gozaimas! Joyeux anniversaire! Feliz cumpleaños! I forgot how to say happy birthday in English. Dannuboy

After watching "The Blob" starring Steve McQueen in the late 50s I think this topic was put to rest for all time. Does anyone know what the stuff is in reality? Take a wild guess!! Dannyboy

Jessy: That is my most fervent wish. I would love to "Sing Misty for You." and a few others. Medical schools are bidding for my cadaver and offering $2.5 million to my LL to poison my morning coffee. I responded by asking asking for $5 million and I would drink it right after I spend it....so there is hope. Dannyboy

Just in case I forget or I am otherwise indisposed I wish Jessy a very premature belated happy birthday. I reserve the right to change this to a timely Happy Birthday. We'll see/ Dannyboy

I received that greeting earlier this morning from one of my crazy but loyal female friends. Dannyboy

You can't teach an old dog new tricks. Dannyboy

Welcome to the Fortress Mistress Dalisay. Wish I was 25 years younger. I've already donated my body to science and I am just a brain in bottle connected to a modem. It would have been glorious. Dannyboy

In my world "the most blessed of spreads" does not emanate from a jar. It is the position of a lovely young lady that invites my attention and sometimes spreads other than peanut butter for erotic consumption. Problem is it works only when she has been recently waxed down there and I prefer untrimmed and copious hair. Can't do it properly with kinky hair. Hair and whipped cream is not a good combination. Dannyboy

I like peanut butter, creamy peanut butter, crunchy peanut butter too. That's from a song called "Peanut Butter" by The Marathons released in 1961. That song was playing in my head while reading the session review. I am an inveterate peanut butter eater and wondered if the peanut butter Gods would be angry.....or amused. It's been some time since I wrote elaborate and comprehensive reviews about sessions and about scenarios in my life. So be it. On this long journey I have never violated the sanctity of peanut butter. I can't say the same about whipped cream and the lovely ladies who just couldn't say no. But I am glad that you could post about your wild Fortress session. Dannyboy