Sunday night got off to a slow start, as the rain and gloomy weather weren't exactly inspiring of naughty thoughts. Even I was thinking fondly of slippers and blankets rather than stilettos and corsets! The weather cleared up later in the evening, however, and the phone began to ring. I ended up seeing two gentlemen consecutively towards the end of the night, both for strap-on sessions.

The first was a very shy and sweet young men, who hesitantly enquired about a "role reversal" strap-on session, where he would take the passive role and be "taken" anally by an aggressive woman. I gave him an enema and waited for him in the Dungeon. When he arrived, I hurled him bodily onto the bed, gave him a few hard spanks, and pinned him in place with one of my legs. I slowly slid a small vibrater into his ass, pinching one of his nipples between my long red fingernails, while he squealed and wriggled away from me. After a particularly rough grab by me, he burst out with "Oh god, Mistress... force me!"

That was all the encouragement I needed. I hauled him over to the other side of the room, bent him over a spanking horse and pushed my strap-on cock into his ass. I dragged my nails down his back while I pounded away at him, and he kept up a steady stream of delightful porn-star moaning.

The second gentleman was a young lad with a desire to try crossdressing and humiliation. I dressed him up in some slutty lingerie, fishnet stockings and a blonde wig, and had him strut around for me. I moved him to the rack, cuffed him into place, and began to warm up his ass with a handspanking. I slid a vibrator into his tight, virgin ass, then began to slowly stretch him out with glove-covered fingers. It took some work, but eventually I had his hole wide enough to accomodate my strap-on cock.

I moved him to the sling and cuffed him into place with his legs in the air. I grabbed his legs and slid my cock deep into his ass, then leaned forward and let a long stream of spit fall from my red lips onto his hard and twitching cock. I slowly began to fuck him, gradually increasing the speed and force until he was rocking in the sling. He grabbed the chains behind him and pulled himself up them with a very un-feminine snarl, pushing himself down onto my cock. Extremely hot!

When things began to get a bit too intense for his poor, virgin hole, I got him out of the sling and ordered him onto his hands and knees. I gave him some more spanks, then roughly stripped him of his feminine attire. He was ordered to the ground with his cock in his hand, while I stood over him and gave him his first ever golden shower.

Thus far today, I've seen one gentleman for a bondage, torture and pantyhose fetish session. I got him quite wound up from the beginning with some boot and pantyhose worship, his face buried in my nylon-encased thigh. I tied him up on the floor, and used the winch to elevate his feet until his lower body was suspended off the floor. I knelt with a pantyhose-clad leg on either side of his head and began to attach clips, clamps and weights to every spare piece of skin I could find on his cock and balls.  Unfortunately that was as far as we got... the build up, the feeling of the clamps, and the feel of nylon on his cheek proved a bit too much for him, and he reached an explosive if premature climax.

We spent a little while chatting casually while he attempted to recover, but alas he couldn't quite rise to the occasion again.