Session Review (Part 1)

I just returned from a day long session with Ms Sterling. It was incredibly intense and hit on just about every aspect of what I crave in a session: it was physical, psychological and emotional. A blow by blow review would end up as a novella, so let me hit the high points.

As usual, I was cuffed the moment I stepped through the door and was not out of bondage for the entire day. Ms Sterling attached a small clamp device with two silver balls to the inside of my nose and clamped it, taking hold of the attached silver chain and led my up the stairs, blushing. By my nose.

Once upstairs, she dressed me and put me in diapers. I remained cuffed with my hands behind my back, squirming as she sat in front of me and had a very frank and very humiliating discussion with me about my fetishes, which I had logged for her over the previous week. She explained very clearly what was wrong with me and that since I wasn't any kind of threat, my treatment would consist mostly of torture and control. Needless to say, I was squirming, whimpering and finding it impossible to sit still.

In the past, Ms Sterling has been very clear that she has no patience for whiny little bitches. This time, I learned the hard way. I was led to a soundproof dark closet and chained to a very uncomfortable metal chair. She close the door and barred it, leaving me alone and isolated. I called out for her, I whimpered and cried. I could hear her walking around, but mainly she was ignoring me. Finally after god knows how long, she opened the door and told me that the only way I was getting out if I could prove to her that I could be quiet and accepting of my fate, that I could dutifully follow her rules and obey without complaining or whimpering.

I sat quietly, hearing her walking around, knowing she was just outside, trying to calm my mind and get into the right frame of mind to serve her.

Using a large dildo, Ms Sterling taught me how to suck a cock and watched while I performed for her.

I was taken to the medical area and strapped down to the table where Ms Sterling further tormented me, especially tormenting my nipples.

From there, she caged me in a very small, heavy iron cage, manacled and gagged. Inside the cage, Ms Sterling covered me several times with spit and eventually sat over me on the cage and drenched me in her pee.

Then we went downstairs . . .

Downstairs got very intense. First I was strapped to a bench, legs spread with an Eros Tek anal plug inserted. The machine worked on my ass while I watched Ms Sterling in front of me torment me with my most embarrassing fetishes. She drove me absolutely insane, teasing me with things I crave so much: so close, forced to watch, but never allowed to have it. Watching her enjoy my fetishes while my bottom throbbed and pulsed from the Eros Tek drove me absolutely crazy. I desperately started humping the air, trying to get some sensation in my caged cock. Nothing helped.

The last part of the day was a very intense bondage scene, with me in a full leather body bag, hooded, gagged, and at points blindfolded. The Eros Tek continued to work on me.

As I dropped deeper and deeper into sub space, I found myself totally lost in a feeling of helplessness and surrender. I wanted to give Ms Sterling something special, I wanted to give myself to her totally.

As best as I could, through my gag, I pleaded with her. "Torture me."

She made me repeat it, maybe to be sure, maybe to let what I had just said sink in.

I have no idea how long it lasted or what exactly she did, but my mouth was stuffed with a latex flat plug. Without warning, she squeezed a pump and the latex bladder filled, completely stuffing my mouth. Another squeeze and a second ball in the back inflated, totally sealing my mouth, my cheeks bulging like a chipmunk.

And then she started. Pinching my nipples, clamping them, tormenting them with a high powered vibrator until they burned. It started to get bad and I tried to scream. I tried to kick and squirm, but the bondage was too tight. Finally she stopped and I regained some composure, thinking she was done. Almost immediately she assaulted my nipples again, this time just as intense, but longer. She wasn't stopping and I couldn't do anything. I flailed as best as I could. Finally, after I squirmed and bucked so much I managed to shift my position, she finally stopped.

She stopped to strap my down to the table, making even flailing impossible. And then she went back to torturing me.

The peace and surrender evaporated. It was finding it harder and harder to hang on. I was crying. Yet at the same time, it was feeding something deep inside me. I was hers, totally and completely. Everytime she stopped, I waited in fear for her to start torturing me again. The bondage and gag felt oppressive, extreme. Being unable to move started to scare me, but it was fear in what I knew was a safe context. She was going to hurt me as much as she wanted, for as long as she wanted. All I could do was accept that. I had no control. My helplessness, my surrender felt like the most important thing I could give her. I needed to be hers and for that time and in that moment, I was hers. There was no more me, except for what she allowed. I would feel what she wanted me to feel. She was deep inside my head and I loved having her there.

When she finally freed me from the sack, I was so deep in subspace I am not sure I knew where I was. She took my hands and immediately recuffed them, leaving the hood on until the very end. With my hands cuffed and taped into paws, she ordered me to dress as best as I could. I fumbled with my clothes while she watched me. Eventually she cut my hands free and buttoned my pants and fastened my belt for me.

I was diapered under my clothes, still wearing her scent from the day, and locked in my chastity belt when she led me to the door, uncuffed me, and sent me on my way.

As I walked down the street to head home, I felt a mixture of pride, deep sadness, elation, and devotion. Part of me wished I could have stayed there forever. Another part was proud of what I did. Yes another felt a very deep desire to serve and surrender to Ms Sterling again.

As I write this, it is almost six hours later and I am still recovering from sub space. I will spend this week locked in chastity, following her instructions. I will return to her for a second session next week, not knowing what it will hold for me. But secure in my faith that all I need to do is trust and follow her instructions and she will lead me where I need to go.