Here’s another account from slave a on one of O/our recent sessions. Enjoy!
Kneeling on the floor: collared, locked in chastity, that familiar feeling of subspace encroaching as the sound of Mistress’s boots descending the dungeon stairs fills the room…
MVC had asked me some new ways I wanted to be pushed in this particular session, and I had reluctantly disclosed that I had always had a fascination with trying sploshing. And so, I was commanded to stop at the grocery store on the way to the dungeon and pick up some supplies. Now with the session beginning, I had no idea how MVC’s creative, wicked, and boundless imagination would put to use the items I had brought.
When MVC was satisfied I had paid adequate attention to worshiping Her stunning thigh-high boots, She wasted no time in securing me to a piece of bondage furniture using an expert combination of ropes, straps, and elastic netting. This left me ready to be used as She saw fit.
After, I was unbound and instructed to lie on the floor. An electric toy was then dialed to as high as I could withstand. It was only then that MVC’s devious plans for the cake I had brought became known to me…
MVC had decided to add a twist to the usual stinky foot worship included in O/our scenes. Not only would I be forced to smell Her feet, but afterwards I would have to clean the frosting from the cake completely off of them. Being forced to lick the overly sweet frosting only to encounter the occasional salty patch was horrible, gross, degrading… and yet now a forever cherished memory.
All this continued until MVC had been thoroughly satisfied and I lay on the ground completely defeated.
Finally after being given a moment to compose myself, I was allowed to shower before being sent on my way… locked back up until MVC decided otherwise!