My first time with a professional Dominatrix – Part 2

I write this 1 hour after getting home from my session with Mistress Sakura. I am going to spoil the ending for you. It was phenomenal. Life changing perhaps. But I am getting ahead of myself. I will try to write each chapter as soon after the event has happened, including how I feel in the subsequent days. 

The journey in to the unknown

I woke up with just one thought in my head. My upcoming session with Mistress Sakura. What would it be like? Would I enjoy it? Perhaps more importantly would she like me? 

These questions reverberated around my head as I completed my morning routine of a shower, shave and breakfast. 

Once I had boarded the train I was surprisingly sanguine. The decision was made. I was on my way. There was little more I could do to mentally prepare. 

I sent an email to Mistress Sakura to confirm I was on my way and allowed my mind to drift. With this calm came an ability to let my mind wander to all of the things I have learned, both about kink and myself since I first ventured on to the scene. It was an enjoyable train journey. 

As I neared my destination my heart started to beat faster. I still felt fairly calm but my anxiety threatened to break the walls of calm I had unconsciously erected around myself. 

Mistress Sakura messaged me to ask if I would like to meet her at a coffee shop before we went to the venue. 

I decided I would very much like that. It would allow us to first meet in a normal every day setting allowing me a chance to speak to her in a setting less alien to me. 

Every step sent shivers up my body as I walked towards the coffee shop. This was it. I was about to meet Mistress Sakura. 

professional Dominatrix – Part 2

First impressions 

I saw Mistress Sakura enter the coffee shop from a short distance and picked up my pace so as not to keep her waiting. 

I inhaled a large breath, steeled my nerves and walked in. I approached and introduced myself. Now dear reader it helps to know that I am not shy. I am talkative and confident in social situations. Always have been. But this was different. I tentatively stated who I was and then took my first real glance at Mistress Sakura. 

Her eyes were what struck me first. Her penetrative gaze was one you could quite easily lose yourself in. Her eyes are beautiful. Her hair flowed over her jacket in two tone. This was a woman whose mere presences commanded attention. 

She is beautiful. She smiled at me and her smile was every bit as warm and inviting as her emails had been. 

I offered to pay for her coffee and she once again presented her generous smile and said she would happily pay for me. 

We ordered the coffee to go and made our way to the venue. As we walked I offered to carry her bag. It was large and looked heavy. 

Now I am very aware that such an offer can be taken in one of two ways. I am thankful that she accepted my offer and thanked me. 

Now I am not particularly unfit but the bag was heavy. I do not know how many kitchen sinks were in this bag but my guess was seven. And I am pretty sure the kitchen sinks were multiplying as we walked. Luckily our conversation took my mind off of the weight. 

Our chat flowed effortlessly. We discussed gym routines and preferences for evenings out. This brought to light one of my greatest anxieties with my journey on the scene. In my everyday life I am confident and gregarious. But I do not know how to be a confident submissive. My subservience and my confidence often seem to be in direct conflict with one another. And yet this was so easy. Mistress Sakura seemed to have no expectations of me. Instead, we just talked and walked. 

This brought to light another thing for me. The most obvious and almost stupid statement but one I think all of us subs would do well to constantly remind ourselves of. Dominants are people. Multi-faceted people as layered as green cartoon ogres. I mentioned in part one that I am a person first and a sub second. The same is of course true for Dominants I imagine.

Speaking with Mistress Sakura allowed me a glimpse of her humanity. And I was so grateful for that privilege. 

We arrived at the venue and my fear returned. Venturing in to the unknown is always a scary prospect and this was no exception. I walked behind her and did my best to calm myself as we walked inside. 

I placed her bag now containing fourteen kitchen sinks down on the ground and she asked me to take a seat. I did so as I admired how strong she must be to have carried the bag around London. 

prprofessional Dominatrix – Part 2

Lights, Camera, Action!

We spoke a while longer. At first a continuation of our previous discussion but then she started to discuss our session. I do not find it easy discussing my submissive side but her questions were worded in a way that allowed me leeway to find myself before answering 

In-fact the hardest part of the whole session was to maintain eye contact as was her request. I still do not understand why this was so hard for me. I have never had this problem before. But for the most part I think I achieved this goal… maybe. 

She double checked some of my answers to her questionnaire and asked if I would be up for trying some new things. I thought about this. While it was all new to me there were some things I had less knowledge on than others. I said yes. In for a penny in for a pound I thought. 

She asked me to bear with her while she got changed. I sat there and let my mind play its tricks on me as she was in another room getting changed. It wasn’t long before she was back but my mind had had ample time to make me nervous none the less. 

She looked stunning. I am not one to stare. I think it is rude. But she latched on to my eyes and I could not tear myself away. She was a mix of elegance and dominance. Sensuality emanated from her and wrapped itself around me like a warm embrace. 

I was glad to be sitting because I may have fallen to my knees involuntarily had I not been. If you have seen those cartoons where the characters jaw falls to the floor with drool gliding down their chin then you will have some idea of how I must have looked. 

Her words broke me from my reverie. “I want you to freshen up if you need to, come out of that door nude and kneel in-front of me”. 

My body moved of its own volition. I was on auto pilot as I worded my affirmative and made my way to the bathroom. 

I washed the journey off of my body and took my clothes off. I looked in the mirror and spent just a moment collecting my thoughts before I emerged, naked and vulnerable before Mistress Sakura. 

I knelt before her and our session began. 

She blindfolded me first and I enjoyed the sensation. I could hear her quietly moving around me as she attached wrist and ankle restraints. Every time she touched me it sent electric shivers through my body. It was at this time that the first of many involuntary moans escaped my lips. 

She told me to stand and I did so. She guided me to somewhere else, letting me know that I was to trust her. Blinded by the blindfold I obeyed without question. I realised I did. I did trust her. I felt a release at that moment. I was no longer the one making decisions. Mistress Sakura knew what was best for me and I had given her that power over me. It was a beautiful internal moment. For the first time in my life I had given someone control over me. And I trusted her with that power. 

She masterfully affixed me to something and removed my blindfold. I’m afraid I don’t know what it’s called. But I was attached arms and legs to it. There was a bed behind me and a mirror in front of me. 

She spoke throughout and her fingers traced lines down my back and chest. Every time her nail made contact with my soft skin I shuddered in pleasure. Her touch was divine. And it thrilled me to know it was not in my power to choose where she would touch me next.

As per our initial discussion she said she would start off with some gentle pain play. She was always conscious to make sure I was alright and yet it never felt intrusive. She touched and twisted my nipples first of all. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. She then placed very light nipple clamps on me. I was a little nervous as she placed them on me but the sensation was glorious. 

She tied up my cock and balls and went to work on them. It was at this moment that my moaning became louder. The pain, albeit slight, was delicious. The exchange in power emphasised this to a magnitude I had not experienced in my 40 years alive. 

When she released the clamps I lost myself a little. All I knew was pleasure. It engulfed me and I arched my neck back and let the pleasure escape through my mouth. I cannot put in to words how much I enjoyed this sensation. 

She allowed me to calm down and smiled. Her gentle touch still flowing across my skin and her words piercing deep in to my subconscious. This was so new. Nothing I was demonstrating was fake as it always has been in previous encounters. I was feeling real pleasure. 

To those of you who have not read my previous articles I am a greysexual. A word I only recently learned. I do not derive pleasure from usual sexual activities (Apart from kissing). If there is no power exchange I cannot get anything from it. And so I have mastered the ability to fake enjoyment with previous partners. So when I say my moans were genuine, it is a big deal. 

She used the boot-spur-rolley-spiky-thing. I don’t know what the tool is called but I have decided whatever it is, my name for it is catchier. I really enjoyed that. I would like to try that again a little harder next time.

What was that??

She released me from my restrictions and lead me on to the bed. There she placed me over her lap. This is a position I have fantasised about since I was a child. I was about to be spanked. The spanking was incredible but the humiliating and vulnerable position created in me an ecstasy that defies explanation. At one point her words echoed through my mind. “I want you to thank me after each strike”. I did. I cannot remember truthfully but I think I started arching my back at this point. I was beside myself with excitement. 

We stayed in that position for a while after the spanking had stopped. I felt so cared for. So small. It felt so powerful to be so powerless. To know she knew what was best for me. 

And then came the words I was both eager and scared to hear. 

“Shall we play with your ass now?” 

I took in a big breath. I have only ever been the giver in these situations in my vanilla relationships, on my partners request. I did not know how this would feel. 

The ritual took a few moments and I won’t give details as I am not an erotica writer but then she penetrated me with her finger. At first it just felt like I was full up back there. I wondered if perhaps my prostate was not sensitive. 

Of course, when she reached that area I realised that it is. There was a little pain but the pleasure was unlike anything I had given myself from the front. I had no idea such a sensation was possible and no description I have heard or can think of adequately describes it. 

“What was that?” I heard myself say through tired breaths and joyful moans. 

“You just had your first prostate orgasm” she responded knowingly.

I was sweating and shaking and so lost in the feelings going through my mind. I am glad she had asked me to remain kneeling or crawling because I truly do not believe I could have stood even had I wanted to. 

She next laid me on my back and positioned herself above my face. She slowly lowered herself on to me and I felt both humbled and elated to be in the position I was in.  

More was done but that gives an idea of the things we did and the expertise she displayed. Mistress Sakura was phenomenal. She had taken my words and truly listened. She had read me and my needs and turned them in to reality. 

At the end of the session she sat on a cushion and asked me to lay with my head on her lap. As she stroked my hair and let her fingers run over my shoulder I felt my legs curl up and I became as small as I could. 

Gone was the me I knew. In his place was my subby side. Her first time allowed out from the cage I had created for her deep within my mind. Please be aware that I do not have two personalities. I am aware both are intertwined like horse hair string, each strand serving to create the whole. But it serves a purpose when trying to describe it to word it that way. 

I lay there as she took care of me. She whispered words that flowed through me and helped me to come back from where I had been. The close touch between us brought me back to a place where reason and rationality could be allowed agency once again. 

My session was soon to be over but the joy I felt was to remain. I had learned so much about myself. Met a part of myself I had never allowed myself to meet before. And Mistress Sakura had been there to guide me through every step of the way. I felt safe. I felt cared for. And I felt like it was okay to be submissive

This was not a session. Not to me. This was a mentored introduction to the deepest recesses of my personality. This was an introduction to pleasure given to a man who never thought he would feel it. Most of all, this was an introduction to vulnerability to a man who always feared to be vulnerable. 

We chatted for a while after this. She explained the potential for sub drop in a day or two. 

I am naturally sceptical by nature and wondered if I would really experience sub drop. I suppose I still do. But she explained it in a way that makes me feel like it could happen. She said she would speak to me on the phone or via text if that occasion did manifest. 

With our time at an end, we parted as warmly as we had greeted and went our separate ways. And I was overjoyed at our time together. 

Thankyou for reading, if you have got this far, I owe you a Fruit corner yogurt. 

Manlock 

Me: https://twitter.com/manlocksol

Mistress Sakura: https://servesakura.co.uk and https://twitter.com/sakura_strike

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