Adventures in Germany 3

Mistress appeared, shouted something in German. The switch was taken away. I was taken from the inflatable, moved to a large white room. I was told to remove my suite and step into shower, shower and when done step out and put on what ever was there.
I had 10 minutes.

When I stepped out the shower, there was a pair of latex shorts and a blindfold. I put them on and was moved for what seemed like 100s of feet. I was positioned on a bed, arms and legs spread apart, the latex shorts were opened enough to allow my cock and balls to be bound and pulled up overhead. Earplugs and muffs were added to the blindfold.

For the next 10-20 minutes I was left 100% alone, I thought no one was in room. My cock and balls were aching form the play, bondage and massive teasing I had been subjected too. I was seeing images of Mistress and the switch in my mind; it was the perfect non-torture torture.

The ear muffs, plugs and blindfold were removed, I opened my eyes to see a large heavy drape drawn mid away across my legs, but I could see another pair of legs underneath standing up, Mistress was hovering around me. She stated something in German, turned to me and said the two of you will pay.

The drape was moved, and there was the little switch bound to the post backside facing me, giant mirror in front, where I could see a gag and nipple clamps.

Mistress now sat next to me, and alternately took turns flogging the switches ass and applying clips to my cock or using the flogger.

I had no sense of time, when mistress applied electricity to me, she released the switch who returned wearing her leather skirt. The two continued to torment me in various ways for what seemed forever, brought to the point and stopped, at least twice, I was in sweet agony. The switch sat on my chest in a manner and angle where I was allowed to kiss her leather ass, one kiss and the mild electric pulses where too much….

I was embarrassed, no permission and all, but Mistress smiled, and said close your eyes, I was gently released form the bondage accept on my arms, a deep thick blanket pulled over me and I literally drifted again.

I showered, not sure how, collected my stuff, not sure how, walked 4 blocks to the train, not sure how, made 3 changes, not sure how, and got back to my hotel, ordered a drink at the bar, not sure how. One drink, dinner some wine and asleep by 830 German time, the sleep of the drained, did not even wrinkle the covers on the other half of the bed.

At the airport there is a magazine row, time, US news, a leather and latex bondage mag next to them oh the images in my mind….

Adventures in Germany Part 2

Sat morning (still no word form the other dom I was to meet, but I sent an email saying sorry we did reach each other etc), I called Studio palias Mistress Alexa Montez and confirmed, and got the street address. Now this blew me away, she stated you would see the sigh for the studio. Ok, a guy form the Northeast does not see BDSM advertised in the general world, ok this will be fun.

Ok, getting to the good part.

I arrived at one of the most complete House studios I have ever seen apart from Salon Kittys in Australia. Everything from the entrance area to the multi rooms was designed to carter to the kinks of anyone, no doubt it helps being more above ground in Germany then in other areas.

I was escorted into a dungeon room, Mistress had planned for our session, and I was told she was running late, but no worries, I got a drink and made myself comfortable looking thru the dozens of bdsm publications.

Mistress arrived about 10 minutes later, decked out in boots, jeans (oh wow they looked good) and a fabulous top, apologized for being late but stated she would make up for it.

Jumping a bit, 20 minutes later, I am oiled in a silicon spray/oil slipping into a latex suite, socks and gloves. Mistress who is at least 6 feet tall is wearing an outstanding leather mini and corset that had me praying our discussion about sensory play translated that I did not like it. The boots she wore had a 4-inch platform, so once I was on my knees Mistress literally towered over me.

We moved to an enjoining room, where my arms were suspended over my head, a blindfold put on, and what seemed like an endless number of straps and buckles applied, in addition to a leg splitter. Mistress spoke in German and English, which added to the
suspense. My cock was freed form the suit, to be bound and weighted lightly. With a flick of a switch I was air borne.

Mistress secured a few buckles and removed the blindfold.

There I is was suspended from back, legs, foot spreader and shoulders, completely secure and 100% locked away, no escape and Mistress laughed.

A few adjustments, some cock play with a pin wheel (must be the universal tool) and a little electricity I was left to enjoy the position for 20-30 minutes and the subspace crept in.

Mistress brought me back, appearing in a latex dress that was beyond description. I was let down and ordered to crawl to the first room. I was put into a latex sleep sack that was inflatable. Once inflated, Mistress subjected my exposed cock to some flogging and pins. Telling me to close my eyes, she spoke nicely and soothingly. I drifted off, not sleep, but an in between. I was awoken 10-30 minutes later when Mistress re-appeared, a lovely switch in tow. Neck collar, and leather mini, corset top. The switch I was told will stay in the room, chained to the bed I was lying on, while Mistress went to change, in this way I would be looked after. The sub walked around and I noticed only her arse in the leather mini from my point on the table (hood still on), a nasty thought went thru my head, one I am sure Mistress would punish me for.

With a few minutes the switch started to tease my cock with her finger tips, a little feather duster and a pair of leather gloves she put on, applying the silicon spray on my cock I thought I would die.

Adventures in Germany Part 1

This took place several months ago.

After a visit and several long days and nights in greater London, a painful taxi ride to Heathrow, the plane lands in Munich.

A few opening points:

1: as soon as you land in Munich airport and move thru the airport, you are amazed at how pretty this place is, great care is taken it seems in any building, any road, amazing.

2: English is spoken by almost everyone and a lot of signs are in German and English.

3: American high school German is not nearly enough thank goddess for pt 2.

4: German women like greater London women, like NYC women seem to take mass pride in appearance, fashion awareness and fitness.

5: Fetish (leather, boots in particular) are every where, the boots I have seen at the train station worn from the women in the hotel, the women in the coffee shop are dare I say enough to cause an issue. The women at the security booth in the airports wore boots that made the authority seem absolute.

6: Sex is on every corner. 4 of the first 8 underground stations I emerged from, in many different district were within 100 feet of sex shops, ranging from dvd to full blown fetish dress for sale, in the window the same leather skirts, latex cat suites that make me week in the knees were on sale.

7: BDSM is above ground, as I go on you will see what I mean.

The journey.

Before I left the states I had contacted 4 dom’s and had one referral made on my behalf to a 5th. I thanked the 4 I had contacted and decided to go on the referral. The plan was to contact her again when I was in London to confirm logistics.

In London several emails, and phone calls, no reply. No problem still time. As of Friday morning, this slut was still unconfirmed. This created an interesting issue. What do I do?

I decided to contact one of the doms again from my attempts and to my surprise she was available and would be happy to see me on Sat. Her English was good, and we discussed likes and dislikes. Ok Sat 2pm 3 hours, and she stated get some sleep the night before.

Part 2 published in 24 hours.