A blistering night with Mistress A

It was 1 week after the session with Mistress A and the slave's butt was still black and blue. How did he earn those marks of distinction? And why would he endure such torture?

He walked along the darkened streets of Deep Ellum on a chilly fall night and arrived at A's gate and was let inside while her 2 pit bulls were still snarling. After they were secured, A attached a dog collar and chain to the boy and told him to crawl up the wooden stairs and wait for her in her playspace, complete with a St. Andrews cross, spanking bench, medical room and good old-fashioned stocks.
The slave waited for 10 minutes on his knees with arms stretched out and butt in the air while Mistress A prepared herself for the fury that would follow.
Finally, she ascended the wooden stairs. The sound of her high heels clicking on the wood made the slave's heart race with anticipation.
She demanded that her right foot be kissed and he complied.
It was time for him to rise from his lowly station. She bound him to the cross and teased him with a flogger, slowly increasing the pace and force of her blows until she heard the sreams of joy.
Miss A untied him but told him to place his his head, arms and legs in the stocks. She quickly bound him in the device and attached nipple clamps, tugging on them to inflict more pain. Then she tied up his throbbing member with a leather lace and attached it to the chain holding the nipple clamps together. Any movement would bring a double dose of pain in the nipples and in his rock-hard member.
Miss A stepped back to admire her work for a moment, then she delivered a viscious spanking with her hands while the boy tried unsuccessfully to stay still.
The pain was intensifying, but there was more to come.
Miss A got a big leather strap and went to town. His screams slowly faded and his butt turned black and blue. He was ready to take whatever Miss A would dish out, since he was in a subspace and relishing the endorphin overload.
Finally Miss A released her prey from the stocks and he earned his reward.
He got on his knees and worshipped her high heels, removed them and gave her a foot massage. It was then time to kiss her beautiful feet while she watched with loving approval.
He dressed, hugged his Mistress and said goodbye, walking down the darkened streets again to the train station.
It was painful to sit down for the train ride home, but his head was still in a daze of delight from being in a submissive's subspace and dreaming of the next session with Mistress A.

Well, this was a little blast from the past. She hasn't lived down there in her loft space in a while. Or had two doggies (one has died).

She is an interesting lady though.

Krunkman, you're right. Reading the entries in Another Realm just inspired me to write about our most memorable session.
She recently moved out of Dallas but returns occasionally for performances at The Church and elsewhere.

Yep. She's based outa La-La land now. The tattooed princess does visit from time to time, but I'm not sure whose dungeon she uses when visiting.

I didn't see her performance last time she was in town and doing the Church thingie.

She's coming back on March 27th for the K.U.L.T party that i'm hosting.