Miss Patricia
Miss Patricia:
(A True Story from around 1998)
What an adventure I had Monday afternoon. Did I say adventure? It was more than that! It was a lesson about myself, and was most certainly a point of change in my life.
I had better explain... A few weeks ago I received a letter(snail mail) from a cross dresser who described his dressing as just a hobby. His main interest was S&M. He had come across my name in a TV magazine called Rose's. I don't have an advert or anything like that in there just my name, membership number and approx where I live.
Anyway he had been writing to different TV's over the past couple of years seeing if any were interested in S&M.
I replied and sent a couple of pictures and after some telephone conversations I found myself at his house on Monday afternoon.
He was a big guy. You know I am tall so you can imagine what he was like if I say big, (at least 6'4"). He made me very welcome and we had a chat. Then after a toss of the coin it was decided he was to be the victim first. I did my best but to be honest compared with what followed I was pathetic as a Dom.
When it was my turn he dressed in a very matronly outfit plus a rather ill fitting wig (no make-up). My hands were handcuffed behind me at which point my lesson began.
He sat down and I had to stand close in front of him, my skirt was raised around my waist and he parted my legs with his knees as his legs were positioned between mine. Then my knickers were pulled tight between my bottom cheeks and I was told at all times to address him/her as "Miss Patricia". I was told to kneel over a low stool, from then on a tawse and crop was used to teach me how to behave and how to address "Miss Patricia" correctly. Every time I did not address her correctly I got double the strokes. She finished off with b giving me six of the best plus another six to remind me of what I would get if I gave incorrect answers again. At this point I had not only received quite sever punishment across my bottom and upper thighs but more to the point I had been completely humiliated. I was one of "Miss Patricia's Girls" and that is how I had been treated. To my amazement I loved every second...
Still with my hands cuffed behind me I was lead with difficulty and great embarrassment up stairs to the bedroom. Once there I was told I would be tortured and interrogated.
My hands were uncuffed and I was told to remove my skirt and lie face up on the bed. Then my wrists were separately cuffed to each to side of the bed head. At this point I was quite fearful, there was no going back now. The turn on factor was in overdrive, I had never been so sexually charged in all my life, and 'charged' is a very appropriate word for what was to follow.
My knickers were soon removed and my ankles fixed secularly into leg spreaders, which were tied to the bottom of the bed.
Miss Patricia then produced her magic box.
Two metal rings were attached to my, rather overly excited Clitty, one ring at the base the other at the top. Wires from these clips went to her magic box, which had lots of switches and dials on it. This I later found out was a modified 'Tens Unit'. Miss Patricia could increase the frequency and length of the electric shock as well as of course the intensity, as I was soon to find out.
The first thing I felt was electricity passing between the two rings (terminals for those with a technical bent) and although it came as something quite new and strange, the feeling was so sensual and one of the most pleasant things I have ever tried, that was until she increased the voltage then I literally screamed and my whole body arched upwards I could not stop myself. She would then decrease the electricity back to the level at which it was a sensual delight and my screams turned to whimpers. She would then once again throw me out of heaven and back into hell. Increasing the voltage level even higher and leaving it switched on longer, then back to heaven. This went on for I guess an hour. I have never felt so vulnerable and totally helpless. She would ask me to confess and I knew that if I did she would stop, which of course was the last thing I wanted. But in the end the higher voltage was just too great and I did beg her to stop. Which she did after giving me just a final short burst of maximum voltage.
The End... or should I say just the beginning.
(A True Story from around 1998)
What an adventure I had Monday afternoon. Did I say adventure? It was more than that! It was a lesson about myself, and was most certainly a point of change in my life.
I had better explain... A few weeks ago I received a letter(snail mail) from a cross dresser who described his dressing as just a hobby. His main interest was S&M. He had come across my name in a TV magazine called Rose's. I don't have an advert or anything like that in there just my name, membership number and approx where I live.
Anyway he had been writing to different TV's over the past couple of years seeing if any were interested in S&M.
I replied and sent a couple of pictures and after some telephone conversations I found myself at his house on Monday afternoon.
He was a big guy. You know I am tall so you can imagine what he was like if I say big, (at least 6'4"). He made me very welcome and we had a chat. Then after a toss of the coin it was decided he was to be the victim first. I did my best but to be honest compared with what followed I was pathetic as a Dom.
When it was my turn he dressed in a very matronly outfit plus a rather ill fitting wig (no make-up). My hands were handcuffed behind me at which point my lesson began.
He sat down and I had to stand close in front of him, my skirt was raised around my waist and he parted my legs with his knees as his legs were positioned between mine. Then my knickers were pulled tight between my bottom cheeks and I was told at all times to address him/her as "Miss Patricia". I was told to kneel over a low stool, from then on a tawse and crop was used to teach me how to behave and how to address "Miss Patricia" correctly. Every time I did not address her correctly I got double the strokes. She finished off with b giving me six of the best plus another six to remind me of what I would get if I gave incorrect answers again. At this point I had not only received quite sever punishment across my bottom and upper thighs but more to the point I had been completely humiliated. I was one of "Miss Patricia's Girls" and that is how I had been treated. To my amazement I loved every second...
Still with my hands cuffed behind me I was lead with difficulty and great embarrassment up stairs to the bedroom. Once there I was told I would be tortured and interrogated.
My hands were uncuffed and I was told to remove my skirt and lie face up on the bed. Then my wrists were separately cuffed to each to side of the bed head. At this point I was quite fearful, there was no going back now. The turn on factor was in overdrive, I had never been so sexually charged in all my life, and 'charged' is a very appropriate word for what was to follow.
My knickers were soon removed and my ankles fixed secularly into leg spreaders, which were tied to the bottom of the bed.
Miss Patricia then produced her magic box.
Two metal rings were attached to my, rather overly excited Clitty, one ring at the base the other at the top. Wires from these clips went to her magic box, which had lots of switches and dials on it. This I later found out was a modified 'Tens Unit'. Miss Patricia could increase the frequency and length of the electric shock as well as of course the intensity, as I was soon to find out.
The first thing I felt was electricity passing between the two rings (terminals for those with a technical bent) and although it came as something quite new and strange, the feeling was so sensual and one of the most pleasant things I have ever tried, that was until she increased the voltage then I literally screamed and my whole body arched upwards I could not stop myself. She would then decrease the electricity back to the level at which it was a sensual delight and my screams turned to whimpers. She would then once again throw me out of heaven and back into hell. Increasing the voltage level even higher and leaving it switched on longer, then back to heaven. This went on for I guess an hour. I have never felt so vulnerable and totally helpless. She would ask me to confess and I knew that if I did she would stop, which of course was the last thing I wanted. But in the end the higher voltage was just too great and I did beg her to stop. Which she did after giving me just a final short burst of maximum voltage.
The End... or should I say just the beginning.
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