Outstanding Experience
I had a hell of time Saturday afternoon with the pro Domme I saw. I was filled with anticipation because she had texted me about a "big surprise" she had for me. From the texts she sent me I thought the surprise was going to be a new big dildo, but it was much more than that.
She runs her business out of her home which is a house on about two acres of land on the outskirts of the city. Plenty of privacy, and cries of pain and pleasure are only heard by her sadistic ears. The first and second times visited her, her husband was present in another room, but this time she was alone. In a way, I felt honored that she trusted me enough to be alone with her now. She met me at the door dressed in a nurse’s outfit which was sexy as hell.
As is customary, I gave her the fee first, and then she led me to her dungeon. It is a large add-on room in the back of the house with every kind of toy and piece of BDSM furniture imaginable. I told her I had brought a chastity device if she wanted to use it, but she said she wanted my cock to be visible so I didn’t put it on. She had me strip naked and instructed me to mount the gynecology chair with my feet in the stirrups. The chair had been modified to include restraints to keep me in place. Thus, it was both a medical and bondage chair in actuality. She also slipped a leather hood over my head and laced it tightly. Once I was in place, it was time to reveal the “big surprise”.
I looked down and she was positioning a large device about a foot away from my wide open legs. She had to run an extension cord so I knew it was powered. I didn’t know what the hell that thing was at first, and felt a rush of nerves come over me. There was a small table next to me with three vacu-lock dildos of varying sizes, which gave me the clue I needed to figure out what was happening.
She had purchased a “fucking machine”.
I’ve had a lot of different BDSM experiences over the years, but I’ve never had a Domme use a machine to fuck me. It is an entirely different sensation than a woman with a strapon. Once that thing starts it’s relentless. It’s hard to catch your breath, and it’s easy for panic to set in if the setting is too fast.
I think she was as excited as me. She had bought the machine the day before my session, so I was the first client to get the experience. She started with the smallest dildo attaching it to the rod that extended from the machine. Before positioning it closer to me, she tested it. I was surprised at how quiet it was, but nervous about how fast the thing moved on the highest setting. When she was satisfied that everything was working correctly, she put on a pair of latex gloves and greased my asshole with some lube. She also lubed up the dildo at the end of the machine.
She adjusted the machine so that the height was at eye level with my asshole, and then she pushed it closer so that only the head of the dildo was inside me. She turned the machine on at the slowest setting to begin with. As far as pure enjoyment goes, that was the best sensation of the afternoon. The small dildo was going in and out rhythmically giving my hole a slow gentle massage. But that didn’t last long…
She started playing with the settings and moved up to the medium speed which was faster than anything I’d experienced before. I tried to relax but found myself getting tense at times. I looked up at her and she had a wide grin on her face. She mercifully stopped the machine and let me catch my breath. While I was there gasping she took the smallest dildo off the machine and put a larger one in its place. Not only was it longer, but much thicker. She added more lube and repeated the procedure turning the machine on the slowest setting at first.
The first couple of thrusts of the machine hurt, and I was close to singing out the safe word. Somehow I managed to relax enough to accommodate it. She gradually increased the speed, and started adding sensations to other parts of my body. She pinched my nipples repeatedly, twisting them hard. Then I felt her greasy gloves squeezing and slapping my balls until they were sore, too. All the while the machine kept working over my asshole with that big dildo.
One thing I should add is that one of the strengths of this dominatrix is her verbal ability. She doesn’t let you talk much, but constantly keeps you engaged with her filthy language. She was in rare form on Saturday, and my penis rose and fell based on the things she said. One moment she would be complimentary, the next moment she was insulting me. It makes for a mental roller coaster when you’re with her.
Although I had no pleasurable genital stimulation, my cock was still leaking semen. There was a puddle of sperm that had collected on my stomach and she scooped it up with two fingers and fed it to me. Eating my own cum is always difficult, but sucking the cum and lube off her greasy fingers made for a very unpleasant taste.
She turned the machine off, and I thought that was going to be it but there was one dildo left. She told me it was a Doc Johnson 12.5” long and 2.1”, and I told her I didn’t think I could take it. The most I’ve ever experienced has been about 7.5”, and never anything that thick. She told me time wasn’t an issue, and that she had all afternoon if necessary and she would help stretch me as needed. Over an hour had passed already, and I had gotten more than my money’s worth, but I agreed to give it a try.
She disappeared for a moment and returned with several large and wide butt plugs. True to her word, she slowly worked the plugs in and out of my ass and eventually I was relaxed and stretched enough to try the Doc Johnson. Before she put it on the machine she tried it out by hand, and my asshole grudgingly accepted a little more than half of it. I was pouring sweat, and I felt like I was being split in half. The pleasure part of the experience was over, and now it was pure pain.
She made a few adjustments to the machine, so that the Doc Johnson would not penetrate me completely. About 7” or 8” would be the max depth. She flipped on the machine and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. She quickly turned the machine off, and I thought that the show was over. That wasn’t to be the case. She took off her gloves and grabbed her cell phone to document her first session with the fucking machine. She took some stills first, and then turned the machine on and captured a video of me struggling with the Doc Johnson.
The best (or worst) was yet to come. She put her cell down and for the first time during the session she set the speed to the maximum. A strange sensation came over me, and I realized that if the machine kept going I was going to urinate. I told her this and begged her to stop, but she had no mercy and let the machine go at max speed.
I screamed, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” as the piss ran over me and on to the floor. After what seemed like an eternity she turned it off and left me there with the dildo still in my ass. My piss and leaked cum were everywhere. When she returned she had a roll of paper towels and some disinfectant that she put on the side table. Upon being released from the chair, it would be my responsibility to clean up my mess.
She moved the machine and when the monster cock was removed I felt a new sensation….my asshole was gaping (she also took a picture of that). I also notice there was a tiny bit of blood on the Doc Johnson. As strange as this sounds, I felt empty not having something filling up my ass. Anal sex is a strange cocktail of pain, pleasure, humiliation, and desire. As a submissive getting fucked in the ass is at the top of my list.
She released me from the chair, and I walked gingerly toward the cleaning supplies to do as she instructed. I cleaned the floor, the chair, the dildos….everything that I could see in the area, and sealed the used paper towels in a small garbage bag she provided. She watched me with a smile on her face while I cleaned the floor still naked.
I went over to my clothes and was about to take off my hood and put them on when she stopped me. Over two hours had passed and I had only paid for one. I really couldn’t believe how generous she was being with her time. She told me I couldn’t leave before accepting my punishment for pissing myself.
The punishment didn’t take long, but smarted like hell. Fifty strokes with a thick rattan cane left my ass with some deep welts and bruises. When she was finished she snapped another photo of her handy work. I get the feeling the pics are going to wind up on the internet somewhere, but since my face was concealed I have no problem with it.
She let me get dressed and then broke character. She asked me about how I enjoyed the experience compared to previous sessions. I told her honestly that it was one of the best session I had, but I also missed the feeling of her tits on my back using the strapon in our previous sessions. She didn’t say a word, but just smiled at me.
When I got home, I ate like a lion after the kill and took a long nap. When I woke up, it felt like my asshole was on fire. I struggled on the toilet dripping lube a little blood. I’m fine now, but that machine definitely went places I hadn’t been before. I guess the good news is that I now know I can take a bigger dildo than I used to.
So that was my pro Domme experience for August. I’m sure at some point I will visit her again when I need a good ass fucking. However, she did such a good job with the machine, I don’t think I’m going to need that for a while.
She runs her business out of her home which is a house on about two acres of land on the outskirts of the city. Plenty of privacy, and cries of pain and pleasure are only heard by her sadistic ears. The first and second times visited her, her husband was present in another room, but this time she was alone. In a way, I felt honored that she trusted me enough to be alone with her now. She met me at the door dressed in a nurse’s outfit which was sexy as hell.
As is customary, I gave her the fee first, and then she led me to her dungeon. It is a large add-on room in the back of the house with every kind of toy and piece of BDSM furniture imaginable. I told her I had brought a chastity device if she wanted to use it, but she said she wanted my cock to be visible so I didn’t put it on. She had me strip naked and instructed me to mount the gynecology chair with my feet in the stirrups. The chair had been modified to include restraints to keep me in place. Thus, it was both a medical and bondage chair in actuality. She also slipped a leather hood over my head and laced it tightly. Once I was in place, it was time to reveal the “big surprise”.
I looked down and she was positioning a large device about a foot away from my wide open legs. She had to run an extension cord so I knew it was powered. I didn’t know what the hell that thing was at first, and felt a rush of nerves come over me. There was a small table next to me with three vacu-lock dildos of varying sizes, which gave me the clue I needed to figure out what was happening.
She had purchased a “fucking machine”.
I’ve had a lot of different BDSM experiences over the years, but I’ve never had a Domme use a machine to fuck me. It is an entirely different sensation than a woman with a strapon. Once that thing starts it’s relentless. It’s hard to catch your breath, and it’s easy for panic to set in if the setting is too fast.
I think she was as excited as me. She had bought the machine the day before my session, so I was the first client to get the experience. She started with the smallest dildo attaching it to the rod that extended from the machine. Before positioning it closer to me, she tested it. I was surprised at how quiet it was, but nervous about how fast the thing moved on the highest setting. When she was satisfied that everything was working correctly, she put on a pair of latex gloves and greased my asshole with some lube. She also lubed up the dildo at the end of the machine.
She adjusted the machine so that the height was at eye level with my asshole, and then she pushed it closer so that only the head of the dildo was inside me. She turned the machine on at the slowest setting to begin with. As far as pure enjoyment goes, that was the best sensation of the afternoon. The small dildo was going in and out rhythmically giving my hole a slow gentle massage. But that didn’t last long…
She started playing with the settings and moved up to the medium speed which was faster than anything I’d experienced before. I tried to relax but found myself getting tense at times. I looked up at her and she had a wide grin on her face. She mercifully stopped the machine and let me catch my breath. While I was there gasping she took the smallest dildo off the machine and put a larger one in its place. Not only was it longer, but much thicker. She added more lube and repeated the procedure turning the machine on the slowest setting at first.
The first couple of thrusts of the machine hurt, and I was close to singing out the safe word. Somehow I managed to relax enough to accommodate it. She gradually increased the speed, and started adding sensations to other parts of my body. She pinched my nipples repeatedly, twisting them hard. Then I felt her greasy gloves squeezing and slapping my balls until they were sore, too. All the while the machine kept working over my asshole with that big dildo.
One thing I should add is that one of the strengths of this dominatrix is her verbal ability. She doesn’t let you talk much, but constantly keeps you engaged with her filthy language. She was in rare form on Saturday, and my penis rose and fell based on the things she said. One moment she would be complimentary, the next moment she was insulting me. It makes for a mental roller coaster when you’re with her.
Although I had no pleasurable genital stimulation, my cock was still leaking semen. There was a puddle of sperm that had collected on my stomach and she scooped it up with two fingers and fed it to me. Eating my own cum is always difficult, but sucking the cum and lube off her greasy fingers made for a very unpleasant taste.
She turned the machine off, and I thought that was going to be it but there was one dildo left. She told me it was a Doc Johnson 12.5” long and 2.1”, and I told her I didn’t think I could take it. The most I’ve ever experienced has been about 7.5”, and never anything that thick. She told me time wasn’t an issue, and that she had all afternoon if necessary and she would help stretch me as needed. Over an hour had passed already, and I had gotten more than my money’s worth, but I agreed to give it a try.
She disappeared for a moment and returned with several large and wide butt plugs. True to her word, she slowly worked the plugs in and out of my ass and eventually I was relaxed and stretched enough to try the Doc Johnson. Before she put it on the machine she tried it out by hand, and my asshole grudgingly accepted a little more than half of it. I was pouring sweat, and I felt like I was being split in half. The pleasure part of the experience was over, and now it was pure pain.
She made a few adjustments to the machine, so that the Doc Johnson would not penetrate me completely. About 7” or 8” would be the max depth. She flipped on the machine and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. She quickly turned the machine off, and I thought that the show was over. That wasn’t to be the case. She took off her gloves and grabbed her cell phone to document her first session with the fucking machine. She took some stills first, and then turned the machine on and captured a video of me struggling with the Doc Johnson.
The best (or worst) was yet to come. She put her cell down and for the first time during the session she set the speed to the maximum. A strange sensation came over me, and I realized that if the machine kept going I was going to urinate. I told her this and begged her to stop, but she had no mercy and let the machine go at max speed.
I screamed, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” as the piss ran over me and on to the floor. After what seemed like an eternity she turned it off and left me there with the dildo still in my ass. My piss and leaked cum were everywhere. When she returned she had a roll of paper towels and some disinfectant that she put on the side table. Upon being released from the chair, it would be my responsibility to clean up my mess.
She moved the machine and when the monster cock was removed I felt a new sensation….my asshole was gaping (she also took a picture of that). I also notice there was a tiny bit of blood on the Doc Johnson. As strange as this sounds, I felt empty not having something filling up my ass. Anal sex is a strange cocktail of pain, pleasure, humiliation, and desire. As a submissive getting fucked in the ass is at the top of my list.
She released me from the chair, and I walked gingerly toward the cleaning supplies to do as she instructed. I cleaned the floor, the chair, the dildos….everything that I could see in the area, and sealed the used paper towels in a small garbage bag she provided. She watched me with a smile on her face while I cleaned the floor still naked.
I went over to my clothes and was about to take off my hood and put them on when she stopped me. Over two hours had passed and I had only paid for one. I really couldn’t believe how generous she was being with her time. She told me I couldn’t leave before accepting my punishment for pissing myself.
The punishment didn’t take long, but smarted like hell. Fifty strokes with a thick rattan cane left my ass with some deep welts and bruises. When she was finished she snapped another photo of her handy work. I get the feeling the pics are going to wind up on the internet somewhere, but since my face was concealed I have no problem with it.
She let me get dressed and then broke character. She asked me about how I enjoyed the experience compared to previous sessions. I told her honestly that it was one of the best session I had, but I also missed the feeling of her tits on my back using the strapon in our previous sessions. She didn’t say a word, but just smiled at me.
When I got home, I ate like a lion after the kill and took a long nap. When I woke up, it felt like my asshole was on fire. I struggled on the toilet dripping lube a little blood. I’m fine now, but that machine definitely went places I hadn’t been before. I guess the good news is that I now know I can take a bigger dildo than I used to.
So that was my pro Domme experience for August. I’m sure at some point I will visit her again when I need a good ass fucking. However, she did such a good job with the machine, I don’t think I’m going to need that for a while.
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Thank you for your kind words about Oregon. No, I can't leave Texas, but I take comfort in knowing there are powerful women like you all over the country. Take care.
I guess you need to empty your bladder before domme sessions, and don't consume too much liquid before them... FIFTY cane strokes! OUCH! That seems like some real punishment...