Melding van 5 oktober ’14 aan mijn Meesteres. (schot in de roos)
’n Skype-sessie met mijn Meesteres.
Ik kon mijn geluk niet op, toen ik in 2001 mijn laatste partner ontmoette en ’n lang gekoesterde wens van mij in vervulling ging. Waar ik haar tegen het lijf liep zal ik niet verklappen, maar zij zag er geweldig uit zittend in ’n gemakkelijke stoel, ravenzwart lang haar, rode blouse, zwart leren vest met veter dicht geregen tot onder haar borsten, zwart leren rok en lange zwart leren laarzen met geweldige hakken er onder. Ik kon mijn ogen nauwelijks van haar af houden terwijl ik mijn drankje enkele meters bij haar vandaan stond te drinken, er waren diverse stellen aanwezig maar ook enkele “alleenstaande” dames en heren, maar de meeste heren liepen als het ware in ’n grote boog om haar heen.
Mijn drankje was intussen opgedronken en ik besloot om mezelf maar eens aan haar voor te stellen en te vragen of zij misschien ook iets wilde drinken, ik was vlak bij haar toen zij plotseling opstond en we haast tegen elkaar opbotsten, zij stak bijna ’n halve kop boven mij uit toen we elkaar aankeken en ik vlug zei ‘neem me niet kwalijk, ik zal me even voorstellen’, waarop zij onmiddellijk zei ‘geeft niet, maar je zal even moeten wachten ik ben zo terug’. Ze liep weg, nagestaard door mij en verdween door ’n deur aan de andere kant van de ruimte, hoogstwaarschijnlijk de toiletten.
Eerste schot in de roos
Zo heb ik haar dus ontmoet en het was ’n schot in de roos, zij hield van motorrijden en droeg buitenshuis haast altijd leren kleding, maar ’s avonds als zij de deur niet meer uit hoefde kwam haar andere passie aan bod seks en dan in combinatie met latex kleding en dit persoontje kon zich dan als lustobject aanbieden, ook geheel in rubber maar ook wel naakt, om haar te bevredigen.
Tweede schot in de roos
Helaas is dit sprookje verleden tijd, want na ’n jaar van vechten is zij jammer genoeg eind 2009 overleden.
Mijn tweede schot in de roos is, dat ik de stap enkele jaren geleden, heb genomen om mijn SM gevoelens de vrije loop te geven en op zoek ben gegaan naar ’n Meesteres en zo ben ik bij Meesteres Illucia terecht gekomen. En deze Meesteres heeft weer kleur, weliswaar hoofdzakelijk zwart maar soms ook rood na enkele flinke zweepslagen op mijn kont, aan mijn leven gegeven en Zij heeft mij in Haar selecte klasje opgenomen om me tot ’n goede slaaf te kneden omdat Zij potentie in mij zag, zoals Ze me vertelde. De opleiding gaat gepaard met ups en downs natuurlijk en ik heb Haar echt wel ’n paar maal verschrikkelijk kwaad maar gelukkig ook wel heel blij gemaakt en zo zit ik nu mijn relaas te doen van mijn laatste sessie, die ik niet in de mij overbekende Studio heb gehad. Ik heb hem namelijk bij mij thuis gehad, op afstand gedirigeerd door mijn Meesteres via Skype op de laptop en het is ’n sessie geworden die ik niet gauw zal vergeten, maar daarover straks meer, eerst het begin.
De maandag voor mijn sessie van donderdag, kreeg ik ’n mailtje van mijn Meesteres met de volgende tekst; Heb ’n pakje naar je toe gestuurd, hoop dat het dinsdag of uiterlijk woensdag bij je is, bel me als je het hebt ontvangen, je Meesteres. Uiteraard was ik verbaasd, want ik had geen idee wat het zou zijn. Maar dat is nu eenmaal Meesteres Illucia erg onvoorspelbaar, maar ook weer erg spannend natuurlijk. De dinsdagochtend hoopte ik dat de post zou bellen, want ik was ook wel nieuwsgierig geworden, maar toen ik ’s middags naar mijn werk ging was er nog niets afgeleverd. Dan maar hopen dat het woensdag gebracht zou worden. Ik was er echter niet gerust op en toen ik om elf uur ’s avonds thuis kwam heb ik nog snel even de brievenbus bekeken en ja hoor de post was ’s middags geweest want op het briefje stond dat ik het pakje de volgende dag na twaalf uur op kon halen bij het post agentschap in de supermarkt vlak bij mijn huis.
That Wednesday afternoon I quickly picked up the package and immediately called my Mistress when I got home because I was very curious about what was about to happen, but I still had to be patient because my Mistress was probably working on something because She didn’t answer the phone . ‘An hour later my Mistress called and I was initially told that Thursday’s session was canceled, but before I could answer that I was sorry, my Mistress went on to say that I would be a test subject for Thursday’ An experiment from Haar and in my own home. I took a deep breath, but before I had said a word my Mistress said, ‘shut up and listen carefully to what I have to say. Put your phone on the speaker and open the package ‘. In the box was a not too big butt plug and an open padlock but no key, a question mark arose on my forehead but I kept my mouth shut, my Mistress continued ‘you have seen what is in the box and now i will tell you what we will do tomorrow. You put your laptop with webcam in such a way in your playroom so that I get a good overview of the room and make sure that you can reach it to answer my Skype call.
Now I will tell you exactly what you need on, on and in if I call you tomorrow at eleven. Buttplug in and catsuit on, zippers for cock and nipples open, attach your special breathing hose with T-piece, with which you can regulate the breathing from open to closed, to the rubber sleeping bag with open face mask and place the lock on the laptop and place also the nipple clamps and gas mask ready. Sleep well tonight and have a hearty breakfast before I call you. I answered that I would have everything in order, after which the conversation ended. In the evening before going to sleep I already put down the laptop and tested it and I went to bed satisfied with a slightly nervous feeling because there were still question marks going through my mind.
It was ten o’clock on Thursday morning when I was eating my hearty breakfast and the plug was already in place under my catsuit and could not get out of it so I could get used to the feeling, because this was something new for me. All things were neatly arranged with my laptop, so I was almost ready for it while the excitement screamed through my body and tried to get rid of the last bites of my breakfast. At just before eleven o’clock I was ready at my computer and checked to see if I had forgotten anything, everything was ready and I took a deep breath before answering my Mistress’s Skype call.
I had to start putting on the sleeping bag, then I had to pass my nipples through the openings in the bag one by one and provided them with the nipple clamps that are connected with a chain, I was not allowed to tighten them too tightly from my Mistress because they would be used for a long time, but how long I was not told Now I had to put on my gas mask and that was a tough job because I also had to hold the heavy rubber bag up because otherwise I would not get to the back of my head to close the zipper of the gas mask. The next step was to squeeze my cock and balls through the small opening of the sleeping bag and screw the air hose onto the gas mask.
Now my Mistress asked me if I wanted to show myself on the webcam and thought it looked nice, “now do the last things,” She said, laughing. ‘stand by the long chain hanging on the ceiling and take the padlock, attach the chain of your nipple clamps to the long chain with the carabiner, put your feet in the bag and close the zipper after which you attach the padlock to the fasten the zipper and D-ring and click it shut so that you can no longer come out of it, because I still have the key here with me ‘, I could not see it so well from this distance, but I saw that She waved something and I also knew that I did not have the keys to this padlock.
And so I stood a few moments later, trapped in the rubber sleeping bag with the only possibility of escaping the scissors that lay at my feet at the bottom of the bag, I had some freedom of movement, but could not really walk because that would be too heavy for my nipples and because of the length of the chain I could not sit down for a while because the chain was just too short for that, so the only solution was to stand quietly and occasionally take a step forwards or backwards. My hands were not stuck but I could not get anywhere, the only thing I could do was stay calm and hope that this would not last for hours. On the screen of my laptop I could still see what time it was and occasionally I saw my Mistress walk through the screen for a moment and soon I heard Her talking to someone and I could just catch what was being said, ‘what do you think of this remote creation’, but I couldn’t hear the answer. After about an hour, my Mistress asked if everything was okay with me, my answer was that everything was okay with me, after which my Mistress continued, ‘I am still busy and will come and have a look at you again soon , so don’t run away ‘and She disappeared from the screen again leaving me alone with my thoughts and the music in the background.
The glasses of my gas mask had meanwhile become so fogged up that I became dependent on the sound of the news, every hour on the radio station that stood up at my house and that also made me a bit frightened, but I wanted my Mistress did not disappoint and wanted to hold out until I was released and that could take a while. The time passed steadily and shortly after the three o’clock news I heard my Mistress talk to me ‘how is my rubber slave’, my answer was that it was still going well, only I got a bit of tiredness from standing. “That’s good because I’m going to let you move a little now” and before I could give you an answer, the butt plug suddenly started to shake and little by little it got brighter, which extended all the way to my navel and my cock also came back to life through this great feeling. It stopped just as suddenly as it started and my Mistress started talking to me laughing, “is this a fun toy or not?” ‘A remote-controlled projectile’.
I could not help but agree because it was quite a horny feeling, my Mistress went on talking again and said that this toy had many more possibilities and that She went a little further with trying out, a heavy beating followed feeling interspersed with very fierce stitches that flowed through my lower body and standing still was really no longer there, I even had to be careful that I did not get out of my position too much because my nipples were also stretched further and further and I hardly knew which I had to go. Fortunately, this too stopped suddenly, but a few moments later it went on in full force, only now a very rapid vibration was added and I also think that the intensity was slightly increased by my Mistress, which almost brought me out of balance and my Mistress decided to turn it off for a while and I actually let out a sigh of relief and pleasure. In the distance I heard my Mistress say, “I’ll let you catch up, but keep an eye on you so don’t do stupid things,” I stammered something of “Thank You Mistress” and leaned forward to seek support for my hands on my trembling knees.
This game went on for quite a long time until I was screaming about asking if I could come, but the answer was “no” and the vibrations stopped immediately, after which I again sought support on my knees and tried to breathe heavily back and my Mistress continued with a smile in Her voice, “just rest well because I have a client here in the studio that I would also like to have a look at your dance arts” and I heard Her heels tick away.
I heard the five o’clock news on the radio and a little later I heard my Mistress talking to someone again, which was probably the customer. My thoughts were working at top speed, it was already past five plus at least an hour and a half before the session and then at least an hour’s travel time for my Mistress, which would mean that I would certainly be in this painful situation until half past seven. , with another dangerously vibrating and stabbing butt plug in the prospect made me anxious if I would last. It remained quiet for a while, but then I heard my Mistress say something laughing again, but I couldn’t hear, I guess because the next moment the butt plug started playing his game of different rhythms together and I could just catch my Mistress said ‘just let go, slave, come and go, but stay on your feet’. I absolutely do not know how long I have been jumping and moaning, but in the end I came out with a big cry and almost fell through my struts of pleasure, I was just able to grab my trembling knees and hold myself while I stood pant like an old mill horse. After a while I heard my Mistress say, “You’re a little bit okay again” and I don’t know what I have answered and if I actually said anything, but She continued with a smile in Her voice, ” just hold on because I’m going to leave the studio in no time and will therefore have to disconnect, so do your best ‘. but in the end I came with a big cry and almost fell through my struts of pleasure, I could just grab hold of my trembling knees and hold on to myself, while I was panting like an old mill horse. After a while I heard my Mistress say, “You’re a little bit okay again” and I don’t know what I have answered and if I actually said anything, but She continued with a smile in Her voice, ” just hold on because I’m going to leave the studio in no time and will therefore have to disconnect, so do your best ‘. but in the end I came with a big cry and almost fell through my struts of pleasure, I could just grab hold of my trembling knees and hold on to myself, while I was panting like an old mill horse. After a while I heard my Mistress say, “You’re a little bit okay again” and I don’t know what I have answered and if I actually said anything, but She continued with a smile in Her voice, ” just hold on because I’m going to leave the studio in no time and will therefore have to disconnect, so do your best ‘.
I stammered something like ‘yes Mistress, Thank You’ and tried to pick up myself again, but that was easier said than done, meanwhile I also heard the news of six o’clock. I thought that the connection was now also broken by my Mistress and that waiting had begun until She would arrive to set me free. Another half hour had passed since I just heard the traffic jam messages on the radio, but also the voice of my Mistress I heard saying, “just go inside” and I immediately thought that someone was coming back into the studio and so I would have to wait even longer. But nothing could be further from the truth,rubber prison so that he can drink something, because he has earned it. I’ll call him later to talk, greetings’.
This was my story of a session that I will not soon forget.
Thanks to my Mistress and the current technology.