Dommes
Session Review: Damiana Chi
Last Updated (Sunday, 29 June 2008 23:18) Written by D Sunday, 22 June 2008 21:42
The thing that set this apart was the interest she took in setting things up, arranging the session, and making sure she knew exactly what my interests and desires were. All of our communication was professional and very discrete.
The scene we agreed to was for her to do an intense humiliation scene (a bratty schoolgirl, picked on boy roleplay), with me in total mummification bondage. After we had agreed, she called me later to see if I would like having another woman sit in to watch the session for a small additional tribute. The idea of having another woman watch my humiliation was doubly exciting. And then an hour later, she said my scene idea piqued the curiously of another friend, who was more vanilla but look very young, cute and blond and would make a perfect school girl. Needless to say, my head was spinning at the idea. Two more hot cuties to watch Mistress humiliate me to tears.
We traded a number of text messages, including directions, scene elements, fetishes. I also had my LD Mistress write a letter of introduction, detailing some of my more humiliating desires and experiences.
When I arrived, I was shown in to the playroom (clean, well decorated and very nice all around) and told to go undress in the bathroom and wait to be called. A few minutes of nervous and anxious pacing later, Mistress Damiana told me to come out.
Mistress Damiana and two stunning school girls were already pointing and laughing (partly at my CB3000 chastity cage, but mostly at the naked boy they were going to humiliate). Then it begins. I go kneel on the floor while she reads the letter out loud, the girls laughing as it spells out my most embarrassing fetishes and they talk amongst themselves about it and I can slowly feel them ganging up on me. And it starts to hit me. The two girls who are supposed to be “watching” and now circling around me, inspecting me. Soon, Damiana has me on my back on the bondage bed with a spot light pointed at my cock, which they all being poking and prodding, making fun of it while they take turns reading parts of the letter out loud.
I start to squirm and groan, which just eggs them on more. They are three gorgeous school girls and I am helpless to say no to them, I start to squirm, needing them, wanting them, seeing in them every fantasy I have ever had, but they make it clear I am not going to so much as touch them.
By the end of the letter, it is doubly clear they want nothing to do with me, other than to pick on and humiliate me, which starts to eat away at me a little inside. Damiana is so amazingly beautiful, I feel the crush I have had on her since I first saw her web page years ago blossom into something very real. And then as I look into her eyes, she spits in my face and laughs.
Soon the other girls are spitting too. A lot. And I am opening my mouth and receiving all of it. I am whimpering and thanking them. I know it is as close as I will ever get to them and they are only too happy to tell me that. I look into their eyes and they don’t look away. They smile and laugh or sneer.
They know all about my tape fetish, and Mistress Damiana brings out a box filled with rolls of tape. The blond girl looks so cute and so sinister as she starts peeling it from the roll, sticking it to me all over. Nipples, forehead, crotch, legs, hair. Soon, I look like a complete idiot all taped up. Every time she adds a piece she slaps it. She is having a lot of fun at my expense and I am squirming having trouble looking at any of them.
The whole time Damiana is in my face, rubbing my nose in all my embarrassing needs and fetishes. I am aching and squirming and she keeps spitting in my face and laughing. All three of them are getting to me on an deep, emotional level.
Next I am told to stand and Mistress Damiana wraps me in red saran wrap. It is tight. Tighter than I would have thought. I can squirm a bit, but not much.
Then it is back on the bondage table, where she wraps the rest of my feet and my head, leaving only holes for my eyes and mouth. I am forced to watch my tormentors through a layer of red cellophane. I try to show them how desperate I am for them, how I need them, how much they mean to me. I don’t want to say it. I want them to see it in my eyes. And I want them to keep on humiliating me anyway. And they do.
The conversation is constant, finding things to make fun of. Mistress Damiana tapes me to the bench and manages to press her armpit over my face, while taping my head down. I can barely squirm now and can’t move my head at all.
The girls take turns chewing up rice krispie treats and spitting globs of it into my mouth. I want to die, seeing their gorgeous faces lean over me, lips purse before a ball of mushy sweet food falls into my mouth. I chew it, swallow and thank them, begging for them to spit in my mouth more.
I can’t get enough of the feeling, of them looking down at me. I am wondering what they are thinking, but I don’t have to wonder long. The cute blond girl is telling me I smell. The dark haired girl is disgusted by me and Damiana is have fun getting in my face and making fun of my fetishes. I can’t move, I can’t turn, I can’t even look away.
Finally, I am untaped and put on the floor. A metal framed toilet seat is put around my head. All I can do is look up at my three Goddesses. My head is swimming and I need them. I would do anything for them. And, I blush deeply as I look into their eyes and tell them I love them. They laugh and tell me exactly why they could never love me. They don’t even want to be seen with me.
I beg them to let me date them, be with them, to have a kiss. Anything. They tell me there is no way. This is a one time shot, it will never happen again. That thought fills me with dread. I am squirming now, shaking, needing them all and they are laughing at me.
I whimper and want to cry. And Damiana continued to pick on me. She wants my tears. And I want to give them, but not until they are real, not until I break. I am theirs for as long as they want me.
They are drinking water and talking about whatever planned they had hatched. I had heard them earlier, one of them was insisting they do something “really mean.” They were laughing more.
While I wait for them to need to pee, the blond girl takes off her shoe and shoves her sock in my face. She likes stuffing wads of tape in my mouth too. Her feet smell sweaty and stinky and I squirm, sniffing them, wanting more. But she only lets me sniff a little and then decides I’ve had enough. She won’t let me sniff her armpits, but she does wipe her fingers under her arms and lets me smell those. I do, feeling very ashamed of how much I want that.
Mistress Tessa squats over me first and I look up seeing her school girl skirt flared around the toilet seat. She is still in her panties, and they are two red spots. She is having her period. I squirm as she pees through her panties, I open my mouth and drink her pee, swallowing it down. I thank her and there is more taunting.
Now there is no chance of a kiss. Not after drinking pee. I can’t stop looking and and thinking of their lips.
Next Mistress Damiana squats and starts to pee in my mouth. Tessa’s was short, Mistress Damiana is going for a long time. One, two, three, four, five, six mouthfuls. (I can still taste her pee as I write this now). I can feel it filling my stomach.
“No peeing until bedtime for you,” she instructs, “I want my pee in you for the rest of the day.” The other girls think this is hilarious, me squirming needing to pee, filled with theirs.
After I drink her essences, she starts tormenting me again, laughing, teasing, making me say embarrassing things, telling them all what a loser I am, how pathetic I am. I try to beg them to let me be their boyfriend. That laugh hysterically and I actually feel sad, even hurt, because I feel a need to please them. I want them to like me. I want to amuse them. If that is all I can ever be to them, I will settle for that. I am lucky to be in the same room as them and they keep reminding me of that.
Finally the scene ends and I am cut free of my tape and cellophane cocoon. I am deep in sub space and I slowly re-emerge as I am released. I help with the clean up, cleaning the floor and throwing out the trash. Once everything is clean, I go take a shower.
WhenWhen I came out of the shower, Mistress Damiana was waiting. We had a pleasant conversation and I thanked her as best as I could, letting her know she had made my dreams come true.
I dress, I see Mistress Damiana has left the little piece of tape she kissed and had promised me on my pile of clothes. I was actually sad that the other two girls had gone before I came back. I would have liked to have seen them just to say thank you.
And while I didn’t get to the point of tears, I came close three times.
I am sure there are things I have forgotten and things that will come to memory as I reflect more. But this was a session of my dreams. One which I will remember always. And one which has left me in deep debt to three very beautiful, generous, and wickedly sadistic women who I will always remember as girls who made my dreams come true.
