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Session Review: Mistress Crimson

Last Updated (Monday, 30 June 2008 20:19) Written by D Sunday, 29 June 2008 20:12

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My streak of serving exceptional Mistresses continues unbated. This evening I did an amazing session with Mistress Crimson. There are a few particular things that she did to make the evening special, but one the whole, I have to say what will stick with me more than anything else was the way that she took everything I told her about my interests, fetishes, and desires and wove them into her attitude, demeanor, and actions. Our session was focused on teasing and denial and intense personal humiliation. If you have an interest in either, Mistress Crimson is an artist at both.

CrimsonMistress Crimson is a domme who is completely comfortable in her own skin. She knows exactly what she is doing and more to the point, I felt that at every moment she knew exactly what she was doing to me. It felt like she was orchestrating a symphony of emotions: need, desire, embarrassment, shame, desperation, surrender and a few dozen others.

She is quite beautiful, but it is the twinkle in her eye, her laugh and devilish smile that lets you know immediately you are in a huge amount of trouble (I mean that in the best possible way).

We started planning the session about a week ago when I realized I would be visiting Chicago and the amount of thought she put into the session absolutely blew me away. It wasn't the big things either, but it was the details, the little touches, the things that get inside your head and stay with you during the session and long after.

The session started with some casual discussion. Soon she is smiling a wicked smile and crawling on me, alternating between teasing me and pinching my nipples. Soon the questions aren't so innocent and I am squirming with embarrassment, looking away. But she won't let me. I am looking into her eyes, telling her so many embarrassing things, squirming at each touch, with each new sensation.

I can feel myself headed to subspace already, feeling helpless and controlled.

She has me strip and ties me to a bondage frame and begins teasing me more, now we are talking more about my fetishes. I have to stand there before her, naked, bound, vulnerable. I can see her and feel her feeding on my embarrassment. It is her laugh and smile, both of which begin to get to me. They make me need her, but also keep her a million miles away.

Not long into the scene, I would look into her eyes and do anything to please her. At this point, the level of forethought and preparation was amazing. She had prepared a number of items for me, which sent me into fits of squirming and complete desperation and need.

She allows me to worship her feet, while she is wearing a pair of shoes which were absolutely amazing to smell (if you, like me, go crazy for stinky feet). I was tied on a bench and allowed to worship her gorgeous feet, while she further probed into my most embarrassing secrets, causing no small amount of blushing, whimpering and squirming.

Finally, we went to the bondage bed for some light predicament bondage where my legs were tied spread and my knees tied to my cock and ball bondage. Any movement of my legs cause me to tug harshly on my cock. My hands in leather bondage mittens, she continued to tease and torment me. The teasing was very personal and very intense. I felt such a strong connection, I begged her to make me suffer for her. She obliged me with more nipple torture, a wartenberg wheel on my cock and balls, and ball kicking and slapping.

I was allowed to have some of her spit as well as some pieces of chewed apple. There were a few moments, while I looked into her eyes in total desperation, watching her beautiful lips touch the apple, watching her take a bite and chew. I open my mouth, desperate to taste the food from her mouth. I look into her eyes, my look pleading with her to use me, to let me swallow her pre chewed food, only to have her smile and swallow, saying nothing.

In a way that moment summarizes so beautifully what the entire scene was about. She knew what I was craving, how to provoke my desperation, and how to use it to torment me. With a look, with a word, with an act as small and subtle as swallowing. She made me need what was in her mouth and then effortlessly took it away.

There were so many other things, some so personal they wouldn't translate to a review, but they got inside my head. Deeply.

If you are in Chicago and you have a love or T&D or want to feel the subtle and intense humiliation of someone who knows how to get inside your head and use what she finds to torment you, then I can't recommend Mistress Crimson highly enough.

And if you read this Miss, thank you sooooo much for my gift. I will give you an update Sunday!