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Session Review: Maya Sinstress

Last Updated (Sunday, 22 June 2008 17:27) Written by D Friday, 20 June 2008 22:48

This evening I sessioned with Maya Sinstress. It was intense. I mean really intense. For a first session, it was insanely intense.

Of all the sessions I have done and all the reviews I have written, this is by far the hardest one for me to compose. Maybe because it is not long after the session and I am still a big quivering mass of jello, but mostly, I think because the session was filled with so much nuance and such subtlety that words are going to be inadequate. You kinda had to be there and you kinda had to be me. It was just that kind of session.

I was a little apprehensive I will confess, because usually I spend a bit of time trying to connect with my domme before a session and I didn't feel much of a connection ahead of time. Mostly a result of timing I think and Mistress Maya's busy schedule. I sent her a lot of information about myself, my interests and my fetishes and kinks, which she was receptive to and we scheduled the session.

And then I got there and everything changed. For starters, Mistress Maya is drop dead gorgeous. Her website and pictures are nice and certainly she looks good in them. In person, though, she is a world rocker. If you watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer and remember when Willow went from cute to evil (and hot) then you might have a sense of Mistress Maya. Except instead of Willow, picture Bettie Page. Gone evil. Terribly, terribly evil

After I undressed, Mistress Maya put me in the shower turned the water on cold and made me scrub myself down before she would start the session. It totally threw me, got me off balance and all I could think of was that I was one of those guys who shows up unfit for a session (wasn't the case, it was just a mindfuck, I confirmed after), but it set a very intense power dynamic. Already I was starting to feel embarrassed and off centered, a feeling that would deeper and grow over the next three hours.

She started by binding me, full body, in plastic wrap followed by a full body taping, trapping me completely. At that point she began teasing me rather mercilessly about my fetish for tape driving me crazy and doing all kinds of little things to get inside my head. She cut away the wrap around my cock to tie my cock and balls and tease them, while I squirmed helplessly. I sweated enough inside the wrap that when she had cut me out, I was standing in a pool of my sweat. Before I was permitted to lick her dirty feet clean, I had to lick my sweat off the floor. It was a really tough thing to do. But the reward was worth it. Her feet were wonderful and very dirty. Before I got any more teasing, I had to clean them to her satisfaction and she was very strict. Each one took two tries before she was satisfied.

From there, things started getting very personal and we ran through probably a half a dozen little chores for me to do, each of which had its own little reward for me, tied to my fetishes and needs. And each time, things went a little deeper and I got more desperate and needier. She was very strict with me, not letting me do anything I wasn't told to, directing me where to look, how to sit, when I could look at her. One part of the session involved me having to look into the mirror while she dug deeper and deeper into my psyche, making me deal with things and feel things that really worked on me. It really hurt, but I needed to feel it for her. So beautiful sitting there, talking to me, laughing at me as my humiliation deepened. She hit some very deep emotional masochism triggers in that are really hard to get to and she didn't pull any punches. It just kept getting worse and worse, suddenly I am in this vicious circle where the more she humiliates me, the more I adore and worship her and the lower I sink, the more I feel any possibility of ever having a normal relationship with her slipping away. The more I need her, the more I feel that she is slipping away. And as she slips away she is laughing. Hard. At me.

Everything about her demeanor and the things she was doing worked on me. Occasionally, building to a crescendo before slowly dissipating. In retrospect, I felt like almost every move, every word was planned and calculated to make me feel exposed, vulnerable, and open to her. Things I would forget about would be used later, sometimes hours later.

The last part of the session was me lying on the floor, with Mistress Maya straddling my chest. She teased me relentlessly about my tape fetish, doing things that made me squirm with such desperation I couldn't keep still. Looking into her eyes, hearing her laugh kept dropping me into sub space so deeply I never wanted to resurface.

If you are squeamish about humiliation, stop reading now.

You have been warned.

The last part of the session involved something deeply humiliating, which was Mistress Maya taking out her used tampon and dangling it in front of me, making me sniff it, sticking out my tongue to lick it, and let it trace over my lips. To earn a kiss on my taped lips, I had to put it in my mouth and have it taped shut. I begged for it and she obliged, dropping the tampon in my mouth and sealing my lips. I squirmed and thrashed under her as she teased me mercilessly. I needed her to kiss me, even over my taped mouth. My frustration had my blood boiling and what I was doing for her to earn it made me more embarrassed than I have felt in a very long time. After what seemed like and eternity she leaned close, so close I could feel the heat of her body, her hair falling into my face, so close. She leaned down and told me she had changed her mind. I wasn't getting my kiss. I didn't deserve it. She sent me home with a few keepsakes and some instructions.

I have done quite a few humiliation scenes and when they have worked for me, they have been exceptional. Each one as unique as the Mistress who was humiliating me. It is impossible not to feel a connection and a bond with someone that puts you through something so intense.