An appointment with Mistress Meena

I arrived at “the house” at the appointed hour and stood on the threshold nervously pondering the moment that had now arrived. Mistress had messaged that today that I should confess my sins. The words I was preparing to offer prostrate before her were:-

“Mistress Meena, I am sorry for my sins. In choosing to do wrong and failing to serve you I have sinned against you, whom I seek to serve as your slave. I firmly intend to do penance and take punishment for my sins against you”

I sensed the approach of someone close to the door and waited with tension as it was unbolted. The house boy required to know the reason for my visit and gave me admission to the house. As Mistress was currently detained on other more important matters, he directed me to the shower to prepare. I accepted the offered juice drink and made my way to the shower room. After a thorough clean, including an anal douche (https://www.uberkinky.com/essential-guides/anal-sex-guides/beginners-guide-to-anal-douching-enemas.html ), I followed the house boy’s directions and apprehensively made my way to the appointed dungeon for my fate.

After carefully folding my clothes, I placed the session tribute into a card and lay down submissively prostrated on the hard cold floor arms stretched out with the envelope offered out in the palms of my hand, eyes towards the floor. After an age, well it felt that way, I eventually sensed Mistress on the stairs leading to the dungeon and was greeted, if that’s what it was, on her entering the room. Perhaps a sorry card would have been more appropriate, but she looked at the thankyou card and commented on its deficiency. Silence is often the best policy and now was not the time to proffer meaningless apologies that I couldn’t find a more suitable card for the today’s occasion.

She stamped one of her thigh length boots in front of my face and firmly told me to worship them. As I devotedly licked her boots she began to demand answers to questions about my descent into degeneracy as I had been seeking out photos on Mistress’s social media feed. Perhaps it was my own fault that my hour or so of indulgence had resulted in messaging Mistress that a particular photo was very appealing. I felt ashamed that I had referred to a stunning portrait photo of her in the same breath as jerking off. Perhaps my answers were not satisfactory enough but it was absolutely clear that mistress thought I was a weakling bitch-boy with little more than a small braincell between my legs.

She sharply told me to stand up quickly.

Avoiding her wonderous body, I stared sheepishly at the floor as she roughly slapped my face and then proceeded to bind both wrists in leather cuffs and tightly rope my manhood (or rather her property). She directed me to the whipping bench, where I am locked in position. This is a position that stupid weak boys have occupied for generations. It was more modern and cushioned but served the same purpose as the old Eton public School block. By the time I was a schoolboy in the early 1970’s,at a single sex comprehensive, tawsing (our Headmaster was Scottish and liked the old Lochgelly) dapping and caning was more of a private affair but I often found a perverse connection between a punishment and an unwanted stiffening of the glans – perhaps even a tingle of perverse pleasure.

So it was as Mistress beat me it was not the pain of the paddle and the cane I felt, but the shame I was dribbling from my miniscule manhood. Quelle surprise, when Mistress drew attention with disgust to my unforced error and lack of control. A further offering of apologies did not cut it and the beating continued, sometimes with strokes directed at the shaft and balls.

I doubt she tired but eventually the beating came to an end. Such a relief!

Remaining tied to the whipping bench my asscunt was exposed to Mistress to truly make me her bitch boy.

Whether the indignity of having my asspussy poked, stretched and prodded by Mistress is pleasurable is uncertain. But eventually the rhythmic insertions firmly rammed home lead to gasps of animated pleasure as the sensations rippled through my body. Unashamedly I pleaded for Mistress to fuck me arse harder and deeper. Mistress occasionally broke off thrusting the dildo in and out to increase the lube, so much that I felt it dribble down my legs like cunt juice.

Eventually all too soon it all stopped and my bonds were released and Mistress motioned me to lie on the low bench.

Quickly my wrists were reconnected to the side of the flat bench and my body was tightly restrained to the frame with thin course rope. I was blindfolded which had a blessing in disguise as it saved my eyes from the room’s lighting which at times can feel like a search light even in a semi-darkness. At this point, Mistress released the the taut rope on my cock but this was only a momentary escape. Mention was made of electrics and she who must be obeyed attached the sticky pads to my balls. I began to feel the pulses passing through and increasing and decreasing at Mistress’s whim. Most of the time I was able to compose myself but eventually the sensations became too much for my weak and feeble body and I squirmed and thrashed as far as my bonds allowed me to move. I could sense that my uncontrollable emissions continued unabated, and Mistress released one arm from the cuff and made me clear up some of this sticky discharge in my fingers and eat it. What my dominant trying to do, make me into a cum junkie to service any alpha males that come her way?

Regrettably all too quickly after this deep descent into degradation it came to an end for the day.

I am totally captivated and enthralled by Mistress Meena. I am a weak and submissive boy who needs to have a strong Mistress to serve. I am caught within the tight silky web of Mistress Meena’s dominance and desperate to become one of her devoted slaves. This was only the third visit, but I am deeply honoured that she has agreed to have me “under consideration”. I hope that as time goes on my training will continue well enough for her to make me her collared slave.

A collared slave; what an achievement that would be for a cullion!

“A couple of weeks prior to a business meeting I had planned in the Bristol area, I emailed Mistress Meena in the hope that she might be prepared to see me for a couple of hours the evening before.  She promptly emailed me back and requested that I call her at a specific time the following day.  When I did so, within a few seconds it was clear to me that Mistress Meena is friendly, approachable, highly intelligent and an excellent communicator.  She asked me to outline my favourite activities and hard limits and then confirmed that she felt we would be compatible.  She was not wrong!

When I arrived at the House du Croix a few days ago, she met me wearing the head to toe black catsuit from her lovely website photos.  She swiftly set me at ease and after a short conversation, there then followed one of the very best sessions I have enjoyed with a Mistress for many years.  I love bondage and her practiced technique with her ropes was literally the best I have experienced.  Knots stayed deliciously tight and constricted me in all the right places!  

She proved exceptionally adept at CBT and her use of electrics kept me on the edge between pain and anticipation perfectly. Everything she did was clearly planned for me, well thought through and flowed seamlessly into the next activity.  She administered pain and discomfort expertly, often leaving me anticipating her next stroke for 20 seconds or more.  However she also was fabulously adept at more sensuous play which became evident in our second hour as I experienced TNT, face-sitting, smothering and then a delicious sounding.  The session concluded with her edging me for about 20 minutes – FAR longer than I can normally manage – and throughout she seemed to have a sixth sense when to stick and when to twist (as it were).

Despite being restrained, hooded and gagged for much of the session, I felt empathy growing with Mistress Meena and by the end of our time together, I felt a real personal bond of friendship between us.  I very much look forward to sessioning with her again as soon as possible. 

Mistress Meena is pretty, funny, interesting, kinky and a true sadist.  Can there be any higher praise?”

I had the pleasure of meeting Mistress Meena for the first time yesterday. What an experience!
It was my first ever visit to a pro domme, something that I have wanted to do for a very long time.
I had told her in advance what I particularly fantasised about, and experiencing her making those fantasies real was just incredible. Properly surrendering fir the first time was incredible.

She was the perfect mix of being gentle with me, whilst fully fulfilling the role of domme.

My only regrets are that I didn’t meet her sooner, and that we only had an hour and a half for our session

I know that I will meet her again soon. I’m really looking forward to her pushing me to my limits in due course!

Thankyou Mistress.

Mean Meena:

I was naked, as I knelt with my balls tightly tied, and waited for Mistress to begin the session. At last, I heard the door open and she stepped into the room: she didn’t look at me or speak to me but went over to where I had left a bottle of wine and my tribute, inspected them both and then came and stood in front of me.

She stood there for what seemed like a long time before she turned round so that her bottom was in front of my face and she told me to kiss it. I pressed my lips to both cheeks and then she said “Tell me how you would really like to worship my bottom: And I want the truth. If I like what I hear, I will spank you. But if I don’t like it, you will be caned.” and she turned round and sat down so that she was facing me.

Her eyes were boring into me and I could feel myself blushing as I told her that I would like to lift her skirt up and pull her knickers down and just look at her naked bottom, which I am sure is utterly beautiful, before leaning forward to kiss her buttocks. And when I had covered her buttocks with kisses, I would gently spread her cheeks until her bumhole was exposed when I would kiss that too. “And then?” she said and I knew that I had to tell her the whole truth. My voice was trembling as I said that I would put out my tongue and run it round and round her bumhole before I ran my tongue directly across it. “And then?” and I whispered that I would spread her cheeks even wider and push my tongue inside her until it was as deep as it could go.

There was a period of silence and then Mistress turned and sat on the sofa and patted her thighs, and with a huge wave of relief, I thought that she must have liked what I had just said as she was going to give me a spanking. I lay across her thighs and she delivered a wonderful spanking, stinging and exciting and when she finished, I was told to kneel and thank her. As I kissed her feet she said “No-one is allowed to worship my bottom like that, and hearing you talk about it and seeing how excited it makes you has made me quite upset: go to the playroom and bring me the cane you will find there.”

So I was to be caned after all . . . .

I went to the playroom where Mistress had left a long, flexible cane lying on the bench. I picked it up and as I did so, I felt the thrill I always get when I hold a cane in my hand and I began to tremble as I thought of how it would be used. I swished it through the air, hoping that Mistress couldn’t hear what I was doing, and I tried a few light strokes across my buttocks before I returned to her. I hurried back and knelt and handed the cane to her and she told me to kiss it and then get into the correct position to be caned. I knelt on the sofa, with my head down and my bottom up in the air and waited for what seemed like ages, and then, instead of the cane, I felt Mistress’ fingers gently running across my buttocks. “What are these lines?” she asked. “I didn’t say that you could play with my cane before you brought it to me; this will mean extra strokes” and then I felt the cane begin to tap across both my cheeks. After ten strokes she put down the cane and said “and your extra strokes will be with my dragon cane” and she held it up for me to see.

The dragon cane is a fearsome weapon and very painful and after just a few strokes I knew that my bottom must be deeply marked with red lines and then she lowered the cane and I was allowed to kneel and thank her. I kissed her feet again, after which Mistress told me to suck her toes. And after a few minutes, she said that it was time for me to be stretched and she told me to lie on my back. When I was in position, Mistress knelt between my legs and held up a pink, silicone rubber prick, bigger than the one she usually uses in her strapon, and as I watched, she rolled a condom over it and handed it to me. “You are going to take all of that” she said “but I will be kind and will stretch you first” and I felt her lubricated, gloved finger run up and down my cleft before she slipped it inside me.

“Suck it” she said and as I took the rubber prick into my mouth, she inserted a second finger, telling me what a slut I was as she stretched me. “Is this what you would like to do to my bum?” Mistress asked, and before I could answer, a third finger was pushed into me as she she continued to roughly stretch me. She did this for a minute or two until she thought that I was stretched enough when her fingers were withdrawn and she held up the prick she usually uses in her strapon and as I continued to suck the large one, I felt the blunt tip of it pushing against my open hole.

“This is what happens if you have bad thoughts” she said and with one movement, she pushed the whole length of it into me. As I was so stretched it was not difficult and as I lifted my legs up and rested them on her shoulders, she began to fuck me: the longer it went on, the easier it became and the more exciting it became and then Mistress removed the dildo and told me to hand the larger prick to her. She pushed the head inside me and then continued the pressure until the whole length was embedded in me. I was surprised how easily it went in and how exciting it was and I could feel my prick swelling and I so wanted to reach down and stroke it, but daren’t with Mistress watching. Mistress fucked me for a long time, using the whole length of the dildo before she reached down and took hold of my prick. She squirted a little lubricant onto it and within a very short space of time, her skilful fingers had made it hard and throbbing. As she continued to stroke my prick, my excitement levels rose higher and higher. She took me almost to orgasm three or four times, just stopping each time, ‘Edging’ she called it, but then, with the dildo still deep inside me, the next time her fingers went to work I was unable to hold back and came in an explosive orgasm, spurting over my stomach and chest. Mistress cleaned me up and removed the dildo and I thanked her and prepared to get up and get dressed but I was wrong in thinking that the session was over. Mistress said “Turn over and kneel with your head down on the carpet and reach back and pull your cheeks apart” and I knew that the worst part was still to come. “You are such a slut” said Mistress “that your hole will be caned. Stretch it widely for me and my friend here” and she rested the cane across my open and gaping hole. It felt cool and smooth but then suddenly she raised it and snapped it down, causing me to cry out. I hate it when Mistress gives me an anal caning, it is not only painful but it is also shaming and humiliating but I think that is why she enjoys it so much. When at last she was finished, I kissed her and thanked her and then I got dressed.

We had coffee together and, as always, she was then a completely different person, warm and lovely and fun, as we chatted about various facets of our everyday lives. But then, as I said I must go, she said “I was disappointed in your behaviour today especially as you came without my permission. You didn’t even ask if you could come, you just had an orgasm to please yourself and you will be punished for that. You will start your next session on your knees in the punishment position and I will cane you the moment I walk into the room.”

And she smiled as she said this and then opened the front door and I stepped into the street and she shut the door behind me.

I know she won’t forget – and I shall worry about that for the next few weeks . . . . .