Shirely

Journal 2 April  London

I am excited and anxious. Looking forward hugely to meeting Mistress Josephine It is a lovely spring day as she opens the door to her flat. She is wearing corset, stockings and vertiginous heels. She looks gorgeous with an hour glass figure, scarlet lipstick and her hair is cut in the ‘bob’ exactly as she appears in the images on her website. She has a beautiful wide smile. We begin by talking over a drink of chilled apple juice. Just what is needed on a warm spring day. We immediately seem to get on. J on her high stool and I very comfortable on the deep soft black leather sofa. We introduce ourselves and I am surprised to find her friendly and easy to talk to. I was expecting a stern distant haughty mistress and I am pleased to find her warm and friendly. She is a good communicator and her eyes twinkle at the prospect of having fun together. I tell her about my Mistress at home, and she is understanding and interested as I describe our relationship and share my feelings. I think Mistress J might understand better when she has become acquainted with Shirley. We select Shirley’s outfit together; multiple petticoats under her maid’s dress with full black knickers, corset, black hold-ups and Shirley’s black court shoes. Mistress is excited and helps Shirley transform, lacing up the corset and arranging the petticoats.  We formally transform into Shirley. I attempt a curtsey which is unsatisfactory. Mistress teaches me how one should ‘offer’ oneself in a curtsey and coaches me. We practice walking. We aim for elegance and Mistress teaches me to place one foot in front of the other, relax the shoulders and swing the hips. She is a good teacher and she holds me as I walk. Her touch is warm and I enjoy the scent of her near me. We continue to chat and very quickly deepen our rapport. I think we both enjoy the banter and the communication. Mistress is stunningly attractive, and relaxed. This helps me to relax also. Nipple clamps!  Mistress likes my use of hair clips and my large, erect nipples. She clamps them securely and I grimace as I take the pain. She plays with my poor abused nipples for a little while, enjoying the pain she is inflicting. Now punishment.  I am bent over the whipping horse. She ties my legs and ankles.  My petticoats are carefully folded back one by one, to reveal my knickered bottom.  First I am spanked. How divine! Her spanks are forceful and provide an effective ‘warm up’. My blonde bob is pinned back so that I can watch proceedings. However, I soon lose the visual in the tactile experience of the beating.  We move on to paddle, I think. My knickers come down and we are now attending to a bare bottom. We are now in business and the strokes are harder, Thwack! ...Thwack! ...Thwack. There is a pause between each stroke and I gasp a little at each impact. Mistress is relaxed and we talk throughout. This may sound strange, but we do seem to get on so well that it seems quite natural. I have offered to be gagged if she wishes, but she seems quite happy to simultaneously beat me and chat. The beating intensifies and I gasp at each stroke again. I stop talking! J walks across the dungeon to the implement rack.  I watch her. She brings a flogger across. ‘Ssshwack’ is the sound the flogger makes as it hits. She hits quite hard and I am made to count out the strokes. “One, thank you Mistress,”  ‘Shwack’ “Two, thank you mistress.” And so on.   By the time we get to stroke number twelve, each is harder and more intense. I gasp and have to gather myself before I can give voice to the mandatory salutation. Mistress is a skilled operator. Each stroke increases in intensity and the last few are quite severe. I am gasping and mewling by the end. I am thrilled to present my naked rear to her for her delectation. She tells me that I have a very good bottom for beating; fleshy, firm and round. I am so pleased that she likes my bottom.  We talk about bottoms and mistress presents her knickered bottom for worship while I am tied in position. What a beautiful, firm, shapely bottom it is! Her skin is clear and flawless. I stroke and kiss her bottom and thighs. Enough! Now she collects a rubber flogger from the rack. “Let’s see how you like the rubber,” she says. As before, I have to thank her and count each stroke. ‘Shwack!’ “One, thank you Mistress,” Wow! These are hard and intense strokes. I am well warmed up now and want to take them well. I try to push my bottom up and out to show enthusiasm for the next stroke. My cheeks pull apart and my hole is fully exposed. I feel wonderful. This beautiful woman can do as she likes with me. I only hope she doesn’t use one of the giant dildos that I have seen. They are the size of artillery shells and I don’t think I would ever be continent again if she inserted one of those in me! Mercifully, she doesn’t. The beating continues with each stroke hard and intense, but leaving no marks. I begin to lose myself in the rhythm but we stop at twelve. I am gasping and breathing deeply to contain the sting from each stroke, Mistress goes to the rack again. This time, it is the crop. ‘Crack!’ The sharp line of fire across my bottom is different entirely from the flogger. It burns and scorches. It is a new pain to accommodate. ‘Swish, crack!’ I cry out. It makes no difference. ‘Swish, Crack!’ ‘Swish, Crack!’ ‘Swish, Crack!’ I cry out at each stroke. They just continue hard and accurate. I am being well and truly beaten. I hold on and eventually it stops. I have no idea how many strokes I have received. I am sore and stiff and very satisfied. I am high! Mistress releases my restraints and I gingerly climb off the bench.  I sink to my knees and hug mistress. She looks me in the eyes and holds left the nipple clamp. Both nipples have been clamped for the whole time. They are incredibly tender. She removes the left clamp. The pain is exquisite and excruciating. She holds an elegant manicured hand over my mouth as she repeats the process with the second clamp. I put my hands flat over both nipples while the blood circulates and the pain settles. I am hot, shaken, and vulnerable. Mistress invites me to sit and gather myself on the sofa. I do this and gradually regain my composure.  She places a stool next to the bench for me to sit upon. She bends over the side of the bench. “Worship!” I do as I am commanded and try to communicate my appreciation of a wonderful session with a wonderful lady via my worship.

Thank you Mistress. I look forward to seeing you again.