It had been a while since my last session, I was overdue and needed, craved to be humiliated once again by Miss D.

As arranged, at the appointed time I rang the door bell for Miss D. Only if you are a genuine sub, will you understand the excitement as you press that bell, as you leave the normal world and enter an environment where you actively seek pain and humiliation. Miss D opened the door and I followed her through to her chambers.....a safe place where I can be myself, where I stripped to my suspender-tights and cock cage, where I ask Miss D to make me suffer.

Miss D, once again looked magnificent.....dark clothing, fabulous high heeled boots and red lips.....her hair was down and that sooo excited me. A few minutes of conversation and the session began.

Firstly, I was held in a star shape, wrists fixed to the ceiling.....the click of the ratchets as I'm slightly stretched is wonderful and in a moment there I am before Miss D .....helpless. Her face is so close to mine, I confess I want to kiss her red lips and even if I thought I was worthy....and I do not ...before I can act....my face is encased in my latex gas mask. Miss D then fixes the hose and infusion bottle and pump and then I genuinely enter a state of real arousal. The pump is squeezed....I crave the inhalation but even if I did not, I can do nothing to resist. Over the next period of time, as I hang fixed from the ceiling, Miss D fits an electric butt plug and electrodes to my balls.....my tiny dicklett in its cage gets smaller. Electric pulses increase, weights are added to my ball sack, ice to my back, I'm whipped both with a soft cat-o-nine tails and a riding crop. (Which was new and I loved) as the infusion bottle is pumped into my gas mask. I craved more but Miss D knew just the moment for a change of position and time out of the gas mask. As the mask is taken off, my thoughts (fantasy) of being a sub drone race around my mind.

I was then fixed on a fucking bench, to face down hands fixed together behind my back, and raised slight by the hooks and rope attached to the ceiling. From here I confessed to Miss D that I would in time love her to arrange for me to be fucked by a real man as I suck her dildo. The gas mask was reapplied and I lay helpless as by bum was lubed and fucked, first by a small strap- on and then a slightly larger one as the infusion bottle worked its magic. If you have never been fucked as you lie helpless....I recommend this to you. The humiliation is fantastic.

Again Miss D sensed the moment to release the tension in my arms, and allow me stand once again and breath fresh air.

My final position in this session was in a body bag, although next time Miss D might use her straight jacket on me. Into the body bag I went, it's tight but the 6 or 7 thick leather straps really constrict further and I simply felt and indeed was, so incredibly vulnerable and helpless.....it is a feeling almost unexplainable. My tiny dicklett poked though the body bag and the electric pulses restarted ... including through the but plug which had been reinserted. Miss D then taped my eyes shut and encased me back into the gas mask. The room fell silent and all I could sense and to a limited extent hear (next time I will ask for ear plugs to be fitted) was the occasional brush and contact from Miss D and the rush of the smell from the infusion bottle. I have no idea how long I was bound and helpless, but I crave longer next time. I know Miss D sat astride my chest at one point.....her pussy so close and yet most definitely out of reach....in more ways than one.

The session ended....and from the humiliation and servitude....a warmth was again shared. As I came down from my excitement Miss D gave me a drink and I sat chatting to her, in my suspender-tights and cock cage - it feels so good and 'normal' to chat whilst in stockings! I did not cum during the session....the frustration was devine. It's not about a quick orgasm, it's so much deeper than that ...it's about being a submissive and slave.

As I leave, there is an Amazon parcel through the letter box for Miss D. I wonder at the moment of delivery what was happening only a few meters away from the delivery driver.....was I being whipped or was the electric butt plug bringing pain and pleasure, was my gas mask being refitted....it makes me smile, the closeness but hidden life of submission to that of day-to-day living.

So, I write this recount seven days on, wishing it was last week and already planning my diary to allow for another visit to Miss D.

All the above is absolutely true or at least as faithful a recount as I recall.

Thank you Miss D.

sophie