I began submitting to MVC about 1 year ago and it’s been 12 months of devilishly pushed limits and savoring new experiences. A recent session typifies how she builds each session as the next step in the journey she’s taking you on.
The day of an impending session with MVC is filled with the pleasant anxiety of not quite knowing where she’ll take you once you enter the room. This day provided an earlier than usual clue. Two hours before our session I received a text from MVC instructing me to arrive with binder clips attached to my nipples, with weights attached to tug them lower, and my cock and balls bound for her. The last hour of my day was spent finding (and yes, trying on) binder clips that were at least bearable for some period of time and then scrambling for a suitable weight.
By the time I arrived at MVC’s door I was uncomfortable and anxious in the best way possible. I was greeted with a devilish wink and a soft order from MVC… ” Let’s see how well you followed my instructions”. She must have been pleased because it led to sharp twisting and pulling on the clamps and adding another, tighter layer of CBB.
MVC led me by the leash tight around my balls to the me to the opposite side of the room and quickly had me stretched out and spread eagled. MVC wound more rope around my already tight and swollen balls. She lashed them to the bottom of the bed so any movement stretched them farther away from my body.
My sessions with MVC have always had heavy doses of CBT and Nipple Torment combined with her truly evil tease and denial skills. Early on, she introduced me to the overwhelming sensations of creative play and lying there….stretched out, swollen and open to her every whim I wondered what MVC had in store for me this evening. I was given a clue when she tugged on a nipple clamp and whispered “How many days were your nipples sore after your last session?” “Two days, Mistress” I answered.
“Well, we’ll have to do much better than that” was whispered in return.
From there, MVC led me on a ride of eroticism, blissful torment and artfully applied kink. Nipple clamps were put on, tugged, twisted and taken off…only to be replaced by sharp bites, pinches and twists. Pulsating electrics were applied. MVC was there for every sensation, grinning, coaxing and teasing me until all the sensations seemed to run together. Asking for permission to cum eventually became begging; and more begging.
The session ended as they always do. Being completely spent, thankful and anxious for the next stop on MVC’s journey.
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