June 2001
There comes a time when I just can’t stand it anymore and I have to see My Queen. I search desperately for an opportunity and was so thrilled to have a 24-hour period come available that worked with her schedule also. The flight out is always too long and the anticipation grows the entire time. Per instructions I was wearing thong panties under my khaki’s and as soon as possible had gone into the planes bathroom and pushed my penis as far back between my legs as possible, then put two maxi pads on top and returned to my seat even more uncomfortable and more excited.
At the airport I couldn’t get through the jet way fast enough to get that first hug. Off we went to her place where I was allowed to spend the afternoon massaging her feet and legs, giving her a pedicure, helping around the house and just admiring her beauty and class as she worked at her computer. She teased me with what all she might do to me that evening in her dungeon and I never could completely relax just thinking about it.
When the time was right we went to her wonderful dungeon where she had me change into a new panty/bra/garter belt/stocking outfit, put shackles on my ankles and left me with a list of things to clean and a deadline to meet. Our session time always starts the same way that it did the very first time with me on my stomach, on the floor, hands behind my back, blindfolded and feet towards the door. She always starts by allowing me to kiss her feet and shoes and from there I never know what’s next. There was one very different aspect to this session; I had begged her to do it without a safe word. We have sessioned many times now and I trust her implicitly and this was very important to me.
During this session I spent time on the whipping post, the horse, at her feet, and received spankings, paddlings, whippings, and she introduced me to a wicked little electronic paddle that emits shocks that are strong enough to sting, but not burn. Nasty, nasty little toy and she had great fun using it all over my body. To hear her laugh and see her smile was reason enough to endure that paddle and anything else that she wanted.
While I was blind folded and shackled across the whipping horse I heard the door open and someone enter. We had not talked about anyone joining us, although we had done this in the past. My ass was on fire and she was using that shocking paddle on me so I was not able to fully understand what was going on. Then I heard a beautiful voice whispering softly in my ear and felt her hair on my neck and shoulders. As it turned out it was Mistress Omni and she came by to check out the new paddle, which My Queen was only to happy to demonstrate on me.
As always we ended the session with some quiet time, me appropriately on the floor at The Vinyl Queen’s feet, massaging them while we talked about the session. She is so very special, so beautiful both inside and out and I live to hear her tell me that she is pleased with my efforts at serving her.
It still pains me not to get to see her often, but when we are together the time is just incredible. Thank you so very much My Queen for allowing me into your presence!
Photos of this session
VQ’s Yes Ma’am!
