The previous weekend I received the biggest bouquet of flowers I have ever seen in my life, along with several samples of perfume to try (and to eventually pick one, I've yet to decide) from a submissive who accompanied me to Torture Garden. This was my first time taking a submissive to a party, and I was eager to make sure she had a great time, she left with a completely black, bruised behind, so it's safe to say she was happy. I was having so much fun, I barely remembered the week I had ahead..
Monday was a CBT heavy session with a surprisingly young submissive who told me he realised he liked ballbusting after teasing girls and getting a swift kick in the groin... I love hearing stories like this, it only lets me deeper into a submissives head, so I can mess with them more. It's also just generally quite interesting, and I get quite jealous of kinksters who knew exactly the moment it started, the story of my kinky history all feels like a blur, one taboo fantasy melting into another.
Tuesday I saw a submissive who attended a session on my very first day in an actual dungeon over 3 years ago, I swore I recognised him but he hadn't mentioned in his email that he'd seen me before, so I didn't realise who it was until he told me. I'll never forget that session, it was disgusting. An hour of CBT, piss, cum eating, total humiliation, an absolute dream. This session was something along the same lines, we'd agreed on a CBT heavy session and discusses needles on arrival, something that always excites me. I also successfully managed to give him his first ever nipple piercing! He hated every second but told me he was very proud of himself, which only makes me feel proud too.
Tuesday evening I received a message from a man I call my pincushion, there is no one I know that loves needles in his cock like this man. He asked to see me the next day (I teased him and asked if he was jealous I did needle play with someone else) and so Wednesday came and there I was, in my element carefully lining the needles up so that they looked neat and tidy. I can't stand when my needles look spaced apart or squint! This submissive in particular is a bleeder, and quite often I'll let him bliss out while I paint something on his chest in his own blood, as there's usually so much of it. People can be quite upset at the sight of blood, but I feel the opposite - I can't take my eyes off it!
Thursday onwards I took the weekend off and went to Leeds to visit friends, and almost as soon as I arrived home in Edinburgh I had another session to attend. This time it was a long time twitter follower who had finally given in to his desires and asked to see me for bondage, cum eating and foot worship. I wrapped him neatly, (bondage wrap takes some getting used to) gagged and blindfolded him and carefully cut out a hole for his cock. I was going to use my doxy but my Venus 2000 called to me and I ended up leaving him to be milked by it for quite some time, teasing him as I watched him cum, scooping the remains on his stomach and gently putting my fingers in his mouth to suck. Cumming doesn't always mean stopping to me, I left the Venus on after he came, until he told me he'd finally had enough.
As much as I adore the anal sluts and the boys who love having red bottoms, this week was full of things I rarely get to do, hence why it feels like such a treat. So yes my dream week involves intense CBT with needles, humiliation and pain, blood and spit. What does yours look like?
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