John082

Hmmm. Excellent question. My BDBDSM (Best Decade BDSM). Hmmm. For me, it's the last ten years. If all goes well, that will always be my answer. My wish is for my BDBDSM to be forever like the tail on a comet blazing through the heavens--my best ten years always tight on my behind. Mmmm, yes, most definitely. I aspire for the rest of my years to be trailed by a decade of bests: ten years of transcendent thwackings, ten years of psyche-tattooing "forcible" entries, ten years of ego-stripping cavortings well outside my comfort zone, ten years of sublime ritualized groveling, ten years of the best spirited and giggliest mocking of me, ten years of glorious dopamine rushes fueled by abject humiliation while bathing in the aura of sublime beauties. Ideally, as I grow and improve, my playmates will hopefully agree, and at my graveside say simply this: "The last ten years were the best." As aspirations go, it's not a bad one.

Totally agree. It would be one thing to be forced into doing something at, let's say, gun-point, but it's an entirely different thing to be coerced into one's acquiescence. When I'm talked into giving up my permission, the domme has raided a part of my psyche, and she has co-opted a deep-seated part of me. So hot!

I transported a personal toy to a session, and I cannot touch it without thinking of Mistress Tran.

Volunteer! I love the one I was in, and watch it regularly.

Ah, Mistress Kang, For her, I sang. Even with a bucket, I can't carry a note, She crushed my manhood, back to zygote. The goddess dwawdles in my dreams, Taking darkest delight in my screams. Despite her endowments, curvaceous delights, It is her nimble, capable fingers that haunt my nights, She is avatar of might, and demon of destruction, The echoes of her memories evoke nocturnal eruptions. DO NOT HESITATE. SERVE HER AS SOON AS YOU CAN AND PREPARE YOURSELF FOR FATEFUL ADDICTION

Not sure if the correct pronunciation is more in the neighborhood of “Soon-yah” or “Sun-yah,” so I kinda did both (with liberal use of near-rhymes). If Sunya is pronounced “Soon-yah” then: There is a Goddess named Sunya, Who loves to anally harpoon ya. With enthusiastic smiles, She charms and beguiles, While with each thrust she yells, “Booyah!” If Sunya is pronounced “Sun-yah” then: There is a Goddess named Sunya, Who can take your dignity from ya, She’ll trampled your balls, Yet leave you enthralled, And you’ll beg to see her tomorrah.

How did it go, Phred? Take comfort from the fact that the "breaking" didn't take.

I admit I'm curious about this too. The notion of being dominated by a Mistress in plain clothes is very exciting to me. I know I would have no issue with the missing "level of separation," but perhaps the Mistress might feel differently.

Terrified is the appropriate response, but bear in mind this: your fate will be in Mistress Tran's delightful, delicate, deft, and devious hands--a delicious place to be. The Petite Enigma will suss out and see you to your ideal destination.

Yum yum!

When Mistress Kang and Mistress Sunya entered the Steel Room, I was naked and shivering on the floor, covered in my own sweat. Mistress Tran had worked me over for two hours as a warm-up for the Amazon Goddesses, and the plan was to sell me to them. Mistress Tran told the Amazons: “I broke him. You can have him for free.” I was no more than a crumpled paper bag at their feet. Mistresses Kang and Sunya are naturally tall, but in my prostrate state, they appeared all the more gigantic. I felt like a tiny doll at their feet, and I was. For two hours, I was their plaything. Both Mistress Kang and Mistress Sunya are possessed of such youthful exuberance they are like two giant teenagers, and I was the inanimate prop at their impromptu pajama party. It is cliché on these forums to say that the Mistresses are more beautiful than their photos reveal, but clichés are clichés for a reason—they are true. Mistress Sunya is no exception. She is possessed of a very open and pleasant demeanor, and although I am almost six feet tall, she towered over me in her heels. She has a PRESENCE that is unbelievable and completely diminishing. Mistress Sunya utterly dominated me simply by standing next to me. I cannot overstate what a turn-on it is to stand naked before such a giant and beautiful specimen of raw feminine power. Mistress Sunya joyfully wrote all over my body, declaring ownership of me, and I was in no position to disagree. Mistress Sunya employed her powerful hands on my ass, and decorated my body with clips of various sizes. No place was safe, not my neck, face, ears, nipples, or torso. The pliers applied to my (body) was particularly…”stimulating” (i.e. hurt like the devil). All the while she laughed, joked, and smiled and bathed me in her joy. Did I mention how big she is? SUCH a turn-on. And I’m around 240 pounds, so I’m not tiny. My God, I had no idea how much her size would affect me. I must also note how Mistress Sunya’s eyes lit up when she asked, “Do you want me to make you pretty?” That, combined with how fervently exciting her physical presence is, and how tiny she makes me feel, and her pleasant demeanor, all adds up to the inescapable compulsion: I must go back soon so that Mistress Sunya can make me her bitch.