She answered the door herself and led me upstairs to her dungeon, which was aglow in candlelight. “I just finished a session” she said as she took a long sip from her glass of ice tea. “Shall we get started?”

She settled back into her throne. She was stunning. Her hair is so long and thick. I love long wild hair and she has plenty of it. She is just so sexy! She has the most intriguing hazel eyes. She was still wearing her outfit from her session. She had these great seven-inch platform black patent leather high heels on and a short black shiny skirt and an equally as sexy shiny black low cut top on. Her skin was so creamy and milky. I wanted to touch her, to caress her soft skin, but I knew better. Mistress Victoria made me swoon.

Yes Mistress uh I mean Victoria, I mean Maam. Uh uuuh. She looked at me irritated. “It’s just an interview. You are here to interview me right? “ She said puzzled by my stuttering. “I thought this is what you do??” She questioned me, laughing. She’s beautiful and polite but intimidating. I didn’t answer out of embarrassment. Embarrassed because yes I do do this for a living and I know I sound like a drooling fool right now. After all I am submissive. I suppose you’d call me a novice. Well not even a novice because I had never seen a Mistress although I fantasized about it.

“So what are you going to ask me?

What does one ask a beautiful Dominant woman in an interview? I wanted this interview to be different than all the rest but I was at a lost for words.

All I could think about was what it must be like to be dominated by Her. I was mesmerized.

Mistress is petite but doesn’t come across as such. There is something about her that pulls you in and intoxicates you before you realize anything is going on.

“Snap, snap. Are you okay?” It was Mistress Victoria snapping her fingers in front of my face.

“Oh I’m sorry Mistress St Cyr, I uh don’t know what cam….”

“Okay, sooo, shall we start the interview now?”

Her phone rang. “excuse me for a moment. I have to take this call”

She left the room to take her call. I felt my cock getting harder by the minute as I looked around the room. I had nonchalantly glanced around the room earlier. I wanted to take more time looking but I wanted to seem cool and unaffected by Her. I didn’t want her to catch me oogling her equipment. This was getting unbearable. Her playspace was beautifully decorated. Very elegant and classy and I might add, clean! Some lucky slave is fortunate enough to be allowed to devote all his attention to her cleaning needs.

I rubbed my pants as I perused her selection of CBT items. She had them organized in a special section. Clothespins, clamps, forceps, Wartenburg wheels, different type cock rings, ball crushers, vices, weights, parachute ball stretcher, seven gates of hell, rope for cock bondage, urethral sounds, a tens unit, cupping set, small whips…

Wow I thought to myself , she has great stuff. Neatly organized too. I fantasized about using every thing I could see. Rope, metal shackles, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, thigh cuffs, handcuffs, medical restraints, floggers, crops, paddles, canes, slappers, spreader bars, different nipple clamps, blindfolds, hoods, gags. This gag looks like a dick. Not me. I would never use that. My mouth was dry. I’ll ask her for something to drink when she gets back. Oh a collar! a lot of collars and leashes. What’s this? rubber? She seems to have a lot of it. I guess she likes rubber. It all sounded good to me.

I wanted to snoop in the closet but I heard her returning.

“Now where were we? Oh right, nowhere“ she laughed.

Oh excuse me again. All that ice tea I drank…”

Ugghhhhh I’m dying here. I’ll be your toilet Mistress please let me… I was saying it but the words weren’t coming out.

She turned to me as she was walking out the door. “Did you say something Bob?” “Bob?”

No answer. I blew it. I know, I’ll be waiting on my hands and knees with the leash in my mouth, and it will go from there. She’ll take it from there. Yeah that’s it.

I heard the click clack of her high heels returning. It sounded like a heart beating faster and harder and faster and harder. Oh. It was my heart. There she was standing in front of me.

“You’re sweating Bob.”

“I know Mistress.”

Feet. Right The Sweetest Feet In L.A. That was something I was going to focus on in the interview – her beautiful feet. And there they were encased in what seemed to be the shiniest black patent leather high heels. Such color. Her dark red nail polish and fair creamy white skin. She has nice perfectly shaped toes and those black shiny shoes. It felt like an acid trip. Everything was so vivid.

“Bobbbbbbb?” She sat on her throne and crossed her legs, dangling her foot in front of me like a juicy bone in front of a dog. “Okay, the interview.”

The doorbell rang. Talking to herself she said oh right john is here to clean. I almost forgot. “I’ll be right back.” She disappeared again. Good. this time I’ll look in the closet. I’m so curious about that closet for some reason.

And so I opened it feeling very guilty. If she caught me god knows what she’d do. I wish I did. Would she smack me across the face in disgust of my disrespect for her privacy? Would she push me down on the floor and trample me? Tie me to the cross and whip me. Oh mercy. I mean no mercy. I want it. I want it all, ohhh.

I opened the closet. More equipment. Medical stuff and lots of it. Wigs, high heels, make up, clothes and lingerie for crossdressers. Pallet wrap, duct tape. Boy she means business.

“And when you’re done sweeping and mopping, do the laundry and scrub the shower. I’ll check on you in awhile when I’m finished.”

Whoops close the door before she finds you dummy I thought to myself. It was like being chased and you can’t move but you’re trying to go as fast as you can.

Phewww.

“So Bob, have you had fun looking at everything and snooping through my closet while I left you alone??”

“Is that pathetic cock of yours as hard as a rock?”

“iiiiiiii don’t know what you mean Mistress Victoria?”

“Get down on your knees NOW” she ordered.

“SLAP!” Buzz. She slapped me. I think I am in love now…

“SLAP” across the other cheek. “You’ve been so fun to torment. I bet you were dying when I left to go to the bathroom weren’t you?” You wanted to be my toilet didn’t you??”

“How did you know Mistress?” You gave yourself away. Your pathetic submissive urges bled right through that quasi journalistic persona you tried to take with me.”

“But, but but. “Shut up Bob.” Let’s do the interview. Only I will interview you.”

“Take off you clothes right here in front of me and hurry up. You’ve already taken up too much of my time.”

She had me stand there naked while she walked around me inspecting me. I felt vulnerable yet excited beyond belief.

She walked over to the selection of equipment on the wall and chose a collar, and a leash.

She placed the collar around my neck and attached the leash. “Open your mouth” she ordered. I did as I was told and she put the leash handle in my mouth. “Good boy.”

The saying Be careful what you ask for was making a lot of sense right now. I had fantasized about having a session with Mistress Victoria and here it was happening.

I saw her reaching for a crop and I knew what was next. “Swat” She used the crop on my ass and then made me spread my legs so she could access my cock and balls from behind. “Spread them…Wider… stick your ass out.” I strained my body to her demands.

“You are too noisy for me today”. No, not the penis gag. Too late it was in my mouth. Shall we take some photos for the interview?? No I nodded my head. No, please… She went in to the closet and took out a Polaroid camera and she took a picture “Do you want to see how pathetic you look now or later hmmm?”

Mistress Victoria was absolutely splendid. She was truly enjoying what she was doing. An angel yielding a whip. How could such a lovely creature be so sadistic?

She had me crawl to the cross while she kicked me. “Stand up” she ordered. She then proceeded to shackle me to it by my ankles and wrists. With rope she bound my body to the cross. I was amazed at her prowess with rope.

I felt her body brush up against mine as she tied me up. She smelled wonderful. Just like how you think a beautiful woman is going to smell. Clean and natural. I inhaled as deeply as possible so I could savor her scent. She laughed knowingly and continued to tie me up quickly and effectively.

i watched as the Mistress proceeded to tie up my cock and balls, expertly splitting my balls with the small piece of rope and bringing it back up around my cock. After she did that she weaved this little web around my cock that matched the rope work she did on my body, attached a chain to that and attached the chain to a hook above. My cock was now in some sort of traction device. She added weights. My balls ached. I felt my body quiver. The excitement and the I hate to say it – pain were such a wonderful combination. She went back and forth: a little pain, a little teasing. It was unbearable, but wouldn’t have had it any other way. This went on for a fairly long time. Finally after giving my cock and balls a work over she tortured my nipples.

Mistress Victoria said that for her a session is not complete without nipple play. She loves it and it’s obvious. She seductively teased my sensitive nipples with her fingertips and before I realized it she had a tight grip around them and was twisting and pulling me to her with them. She segued so effortlessly from sensual to severe that I didn’t know what hit me. Her hands stopped and I found myself moaning softly. Suddenly I felt a sharp pinch and when I looked down she attached clothespins – to my balls like a fan. My cock was a bulging engorged piece of flesh. I was so excited, so aroused. I wanted more pain. “Hurt me Mistress pleeasssse more - hurt me”. "please Mistress please torture me, please use me as your plaything, your toy, anything that you want.”

I didn’t even realize I had said anything until I heard her sweetly sadistic laugh. “Hurt you more bob? Beg for it. Let me hear you beg for your torture. How bad do you want it?”

“I want it Mistress. I want anything you want to do to me.”

“Well ,well, in that case….”

With that she started to untie me and undo the restraints around my ankles and wrists. I wondered what was next on her agenda for me.

“Get down on your knees.” I obediently obeyed. “I feel like using a paddle on that ass of yours. Crawl over here.”

I did as I was told. Mistress selected a Lucite paddle. I was glad she chose that one over the one with the spikes. I liked how the paddle felt on my ass. I liked how the sensation reverberated through out my loins. The change in position and torment was a good. Mistress Victoria was very intuitive. She read my body before I even knew how I felt. There was a smooth transition from one phase of play to another, and she kept me on the edge the entire time. I wouldn’t realize how much I had taken until much later long after the session ended.

“I want you to count for me.”

“Yes Mistress. One. Two. Three. Four…” The seconds between paddlings seemed too far apart as my excitement grew. I wanted the sensations I was feeling to be continuous.

“Oh your ass is a nice shade of red!” Mistress seemed pleased with her work.

“That’s enough.”

She walked over and sat down on her throne. “Come here.” I knew what was next. Foot worship. There were those feet. Even if you weren’t into feet you would have to admit she had beautiful feet. I wanted to stay there and grovel on the ground before her.

“Now bob, I want you to clean and worship my feet and do a good job."

I kissed her gorgeous toes peaking out of her sandal. “Remove my shoe and do a proper job.” I removed her heels and worshipped her beautiful feet.

“Not bad. But not good enough. You need work.” I bet you think you did an excellent job don’t you?”

“ No Mistress. That would be up to you to decide because I am a lowly slave who knows no better.”

“That’s right. Good answer.” Mistress said she was going to allow me a release but not so easily. “I want you to play with yourself and bring your self to the point of orgasm and then stop. Do as I say.”

This was going to be hard for me because I’ve been ready to cum since I walked in.

“I’m ready Mistress.”

So soon? ” Well stop and lift your legs up in the air.”

I did as I was told and I felt the sting of her crop once again on my behind and on my swollen balls. I think I was begging her to hurt me again. I lost all control and was certainly at her mercy.

“Now continue playing with yourself. And do the same thing once more.” I didn’t think I could take any more although I wanted what ever she was going to give me. It didn’t take me long to reach that point again. “okay Mistress, I’m there again.”

“That’s nice……….stop”

This time she sat on my chest facing me and played with my nipples. It was too much to bear. “Play with that pathetic cock of yours and this time you must ask permission to release, Is that clear??”

“Yes Mistress” “Mistress? May I cum please Mistress?? “Mistress?” It felt like an eternity before I heard her say yes. “Well hurry up now.” And it happened: I came. .

She took her gloved hand and ran it through my cum and to my mouth - "Eat" she said, and forced me to eat all of my cum. “That's very good,” she said, “I like a slave that cleans up after himself.”

She stood up and with her high heel pressed firmly in to my chest and asked me “so bob, what happened to the interview? Get a little sidetracked?”

She continued, "Well bob, I don't want you to write down just a straight interview. I want you to write down exactly what happened, how my power and beauty turned a normal interview into a domination session.”

“Yes Mistress.” I expect you to return tomorrow… so we can finish.”

Of course I had no thought of disobeying her, which is why you are reading this story, and I am awaiting my next training session.

slave bob

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