SGdiscreethunk

An entry on my experience with DF:
With an experienced domme visiting Singapore, I grabbed the chance to serve her. However, I must say it didn’t start off well. With conflicts in schedule and misunderstanding in appointment timings, we had to ensure that she can squeeze the time out to torture me. Thankfully, she was free and I appeared when activated.

Seeing her is a dream come true. Gorgeous and divine. We started the session with me on my knees. Calling her as my Queen, we started the session slow. Being trained as her dog, I was only allowed to bark. Amusing her with my barks, she collared me and trained me with tricks like a dog. Imagine my Queen as my owner and me pleasing her with obedience, kissing her feet and being leashed and walked about. I was soon being ridden like her horse before being rewarded with kisses at her feet.

My Queen soon intensified her tease. Kissing her feet was what I like to do, but she gagged with the whole of her foot in my mouth. Foot by foot, I not only kissed every inch of it, but was forced to mouth-f**k each of them. My occasional cough due to the intensity of her foot movement – amused her. Being more pleased, she pinched my nose with her feet. Being under breath play wasn’t new, but she stretched my limits with the length of time.

Denial was what she was good at. Whipping was minimal because of the noise I might make. But with her weight totally on me – meant I become her mat. I must say she must be pretty confident of the rigidity of her mat for my Queen to be stepping around all parts of her mat.

Bondage started next with each of my feet being tied to my hands. The anticipation of not knowing what will happen next – is killing me. But this anticipation continued for the longest time. With electro-play being next on the line, I was being played by her. Maybe it was her device, maybe it was not knowing when to expect the surge in current or maybe it was her, this segment of her play made me totally helpless. She laughed with amusement as she maxed out her voltage occasionally; my uncontrollable spasms must have pleased her.

With her next slave at her door, she invited him in. Public disgrace is now evident. With her slave naked and bonded to the chair, she turned back to me. Tired by her electric play, I now merely listened to what was next. She put on her strap-on and without much warm-up, I was entered missionary style. Moaning was all I was allowed to do. With my bondage restricting what I can do, I took as much as I could ever have. Doggie style was next. Being inserted was alright, but the experience was new in front of another slave.

Golden shower was the last part. Whilst I enjoyed that, the handjob didn’t work. Drinking and being under her was all I could dream of, but my orgasm had been ruined by both her electro-play and strap-on. She laughed and pitied me, as I ended one of my best ever sessions with a domme.

I am now missing her badly.

Entering the room, this was my 3^rd time serving her. This time round, I was punctual, after being late the previous time. We knew each other’s limits. I was a hardcore slave, so was she as a Domme. Even though I have been a slave countless times, my heart would always beat faster as I prepare to meet her. Mistress E asked me to stand up from my kneeling position. She began what she know best, that is, the steps to make a slave obey. Her ropes were long, and soon, my legs were bound such that I can only hop around. With my hand firmly my back, I knew she was serious this time. There were several whips to get me in shape. I counted: 1 Mistress 2 Mistress, and I stopped at 5. Maybe I was hopping around too much, or maybe she wanted more from me.

Mistress E commanded me to lie down on the bed. Teasing me with her curvaceous figure was part of her routine. But I soon noticed that she had a strange mineral bottle that she took from the table. Opening the lid, she forced me to take a mouthful of it. I knew what that was: Mistress’ pee. Golden shower straight from the source has been my favourite for such femdom sessions, but today it came in the form of cold pee. Maybe the cold touch of pee on my tastebuds make the sensation weird, but Mistress E’s pee has always been one of the nicest to drink. What followed next – was the act of being force-fed. Like a baby being tied to the eating stool, I remained in my bedbound position – opening my mouth so as to finish the remaining half-filled liquid in the bottle.

What happened next – was a professional act by Mistress E. With a stimulated penis, she proceeded with urethral penetration. It was a semi-flexible rod she used. Once again, my heart pounded so hard. My eyes refused to look down. I remained as still yet frightened of my Mistress. She seemed to be having fun… The sensation was intense, as it was my limit. I rejected another Mistress’ request before on this act, but this time round, I had this secure feeling of being subservient under Mistress E. Inch by inch she pushed. I guessed it must have drilled a total of 8 inches. Intense feelings did not die down. As she pulled the rod out, I uncontrollably peed a little. There was some liquid onto me and it took me some time to acknowledge that I had indeed lost my ability to control him. As she cleaned him so as not to dirty the bed, she laughed off at what happened.

The rest of the session was the usual stuff. I was teased whilst she allowed me to occasionally pleasure her. Sadly, I wasn’t allowed for a release. As a slave, I complied, but it was difficult. Her sexy figure and teasing have made him erected. Yet, I didn’t demand for it, but I knew he has already been assaulted with the urethral act. Indeed, I wasn’t sure that he could function properly thereafter. What an emotional and yet electrifying session it had been…

This is a session with a NEW local Mistress:

Going into a session 5 mins late - was probably a bad start for me. I didn't fully prep myself, but goosh, she is a very pretty domme. A quick wash-up and I soon found myself on my knees. She's dressed to kill. Before I knew it, he was strapped, I was collared and chained and barking round the room.

Loving to worship was a pleasure, though it was difficult not to leave saliva behind. I had the chance to smell her ass. Her bondage was great. She had me bonded beautifully and there I was, helpless as she controls me with the leash. I smelled her used panties from the day before. Moving on, she controlled my breath by sitting on my face. That was really a turn-on and yet, I felt totally breathless whilst bonded. She stroked him occasionally and her sensual teasing was the best ever.

She was never fierce, but because she commands such a sexy figure and speaks in such a soft sultry manner, I was totally hypnotised.

Following her to the bathroom, I finished most of her golden shower, as she spreaded her legs over me. She commanded me to clean drops that trickled down her legs. Finally, I finished off with her permission to wank myself onto her ankle, before cleaning her ankle once again.

Yet another mind-blowing session with a Thai Mistress:

This is my 2nd time meeting her. I knew I have to meet her, after a fantastic 1st session a long time. Memories of the 1st session was still strongly etched in my mind.

With a feminization theme, I dressed into a red lingerie, complete with matching stockings and make-up. And yes, she was slimmer yet more dominating than before. As a prelude, I sucked her strapon till I choked. On all fours, I was whipped, nipple-clamped and my ass was slowly widened. It wasn't long before I became her slut. With a dildo in my ass and sucking her strapon - all at her will. Everything was beyond my control - such that I cummed with the dildo in my butt - without my knowledge.

As I proceeded into the bathroom, she saw her slut trembling and asked if the bathroom was too cold. I wasn't cold, my legs wobbled uncontrollably after the earlier doggie -slut treatment from her. Cleaning her ass was my priority, but there was more! In a huge golden shower session, I drank so much that I choked at times. She continued her humiliationas she drizzled the rest over my entire body. The session ended, though I wished I could serve her more!

My journey as a BDSM slave. This was a session I had with a Singaporean Mistress.

It started with a clean-up and a strip-down. Thereafter, I kneeled down naked in front of Mistress.
But I accidentally addressed her by her name.
Considering that I am not a beginner, I wondered why I made such a mistake.
Mistress was one strict Mistress.
What I loved about Mistress is her ability to control & be stern.
She slapped me countless times.
She then spanked my butt 20 + times till it was all red and warmed up.
Slave crawled round the room twice.
Slave had the butt plus into my ass.
Slave had to kiss Mistress's boots till they were clean and massaged her calves.
Mistress collared slave and made slave her pathetic dog.
It was truly a dog training session.
I barked. I wagged my plug.
I had to get Mistress' attention.
Mistress walked me around the entire house and the balconies.
5 times - I went into the open (balcony area) and this dog was Mistress' full property.
It was embarassing, but I wanted to please Mistress.
I wondered if the public could see a collared slave at the balcony.
But I was focussed on my job, i.e. to please Mistress.
Mistress collared me in the balcony and left.
Only to return with my reward - a bone.
I bit and licked my reward to show my gratitude.

Coming back from the walk with Mistress, I was tired.
Once again, I guessed I didn't give a perfect answer to Mistress.
Spanked for another 20+ times, into total submission.
CBT by her heels; and for the 1st time, I had a little blood there.
Through no fault of Mistress, I know I wasn't careful enough.
I didn't want the session to end.
And as Mistress talked me out, I became her new-found dog

I decided to start my journal, after much procastination. I shall start my 1st journal with today's pro-domme experience with Mistress. She spoke Chinese. After understanding a little about each other, she dressed up and I dressed down. Rope bondage started. My hands were cuffed to the back. My little one was tied by the balls. And the next I knew - I was kneeling down.

She continued with pegs on my balls and nipples. Spanking was constant throughout my kneeling. For the first time, I tried insertion into my little one. I didn't really like it. With my little one became smaller, she put it with a cock ring. With a netting over my face, I was asked to kiss her feet and clean my pre-cum. She tortured me with her sexy looks, close proximity whispers and devil-ish smiles.

As a dog, I drank fruit juice from a plate and barked to please her. As a reward, she played frisbee with me. She tortured me - making him grow big and yet denying him. The finale was when she asked her friend over into the room. CFNM you might say, I was once again on all fours - only to be spanked by both Mistresses. It was short but enjoyable. Maybe it was BDSM - all 4 elements cramped into a session that made me crave for even more.