There's No Question Of Ownership With Her Mark On His Ass
There are many professional dommes in the city where I live, and I've been to see a number of them. My experiences have been satisfying, but still, it was difficult to envision one of them inspiring a letter to your magazine. Then I met Mistress Roseanne. She is drop-dead gorgeous, with an absolutely incredible ass, fantastic legs, an awe-inspiring fetish wardrobe and an attitude you wouldn't believe. She is very small, and it's a terrific turn-on for me to turn control over to such a petite woman, especially one who is so much younger than I am.
Another thing that turns me on is her eyes. She uses them flirtatiously, batting them like Scarlett O'Hara. Then the next minute they have the glint of diamonds as she forces me to submit to her will. They are one of the most entrancing features of this very dominant woman. In fact, just by looking at them you can get a sense of her attitude; in the photo that's in her ad, you can see that she's looking down her nose at the rest of us. She's a cut above, and she knows it. Her clients come to serve her, not to satisfy themselves.
The first time I saw Mistress Roseanne, her intensity was almost frightening, and it was a while before I went back for a second session. I wanted to, but I wasn't sure I could handle it. I finally went back and it was another extremely intense session. I have never been so exhilarated after two hours of play, but never so exhausted, either. From then on, I had to keep seeing her--I couldn't see anyone else.
For that first session, Mistress Roseanne chose the big playroom at the end of the hall. She wore stiletto heels and a skintight black leather mini-dress that barely covered her panties and gorgeous ass. I, of course, wore nothing, having been told to strip as soon as I'd arrived.
Her next order was to get up on the cross, where she fastened my wrists, warning me to let her know if my hands got numb. A length of rope was then looped around my neck, between my legs and around my waist, and then she used the end to tie my cock and balls. Once I was bound, she attacked my nipples and balls with her long red fingernails.
Kneeling before her, I massaged her feet while licking them clean of the little sweat and dirt that had accumulated throughout the day.
For such a small woman, Mistress Roseanne generates a lot of power, and soon I was in ecstatic agony, my cock dripping like a faucet. She put a condom over it and then found some nipple clamps among her toys and tried to see just how tight she could make them. I winced as she turned the screws, bolts of electricity shooting from my nipples through my chest. Once they were in place, she ran a vibrator over them and my bound genitals. Talk about mixing pleasure with pain! My whole body was alive and I writhed within my bonds. Loosening my bonds, she set me free and then made me put on a pair of pink satin panties.
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