A Real Slut

Special thanks are due to Mistress Charlotte and Madam X for a whole host of things – but without either of them, this entire thing is literally impossible.


So! In my last blog, I mentioned that my Mistress had decided it was time for me to get fucked good and hard, by an in-person Domme. Well, today was the day. It happened. And, my goodness, was it incredible.

I’d already sent the inimitable Madam X (who you can find at her site here, and if you’re an NZ-based sub I’d highly recommend it) a deposit earlier in the week, so the first thing I did this morning was send the remainder of her fee. She lives in the region, but having recently moved her dungeon isn’t fully operational yet – so for the time being, she’s using local motel rooms instead. After confirming with her that the payment had gone through, she told me that she was currently packing for our session in a few hours (my heart skipped at this point – a few hours, this is really happening) and she asked if she needed to bring anything for me to wear – attire fitting for the slut she was about to fuck.

I checked with Mistress Charlotte – after all, I’m not calling the shots here – and after some consultation, let her know that that wouldn’t be necessary, as I would be showing up in my own lacy underwear – slut-red, of course. This seemed to pique her interest, and she said she was looking forward to it – as was I.


But first, I had to go and donate blood!

I had seen the sign advertising that they were doing it on the previous day, and on a whim, decided to go and book in a time. I’d always wanted to do it – I have some pretty rare blood – and so I figured, why not? The only time they had available was the morning of the next day, before the session, but I’d checked up on how being post-donation feels, and I was pretty confident that with plenty of hydration, I’d be fine.

If you’re able to, I’d really recommend it – it’s quick, easy, relatively painless, everybody’s really friendly, and you get to potentially save some lives in the process. It’s a win/win/win/win/win!


Can YOU spot the differences?

Anyway.

With that out of the way, I had a few hours to kill before it was time for our session. I took care of a few hygiene things, put my chastity cage back on (I had taken it off for the 24 hours prior just to make sure everything was OK in there) and explained to everybody that I’d be gone for a while. Nothing weird about that – I go for a lot of walks, after all, this one would just be… a couple of hours long. I was supposed to be taking it easy post-donation, though, so I explained that I’d “just be going for a decent-length, casual walk” (this part was true!), and “stopping in the park for a while to read before coming home” (this part was not). Eventually, I got a text from Madam X saying that she’d arrived and was warming the room up – and that she’d see me in 30 minutes.

I live around 30 minutes away from the motel, so this meant it was time to leave. I changed into my lacy red slut underwear, and grabbed my bag. I had a water bottle and a book (for my “walk”) – but also a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates (gifts of appreciation for Madam X), my “SLUT” paddle (for spanking, as requested by Mistress Charlotte), and my collar, which I was to wear throughout the session. Can’t just go forgetting what I am (slutty puppy), now, can I?

The walk itself was fairly straightforward. It’s surprising how easy it is to hide such wanton sluttery! Nobody I walked past, nobody who drove by, knew that I was a locked-up slave, heading to get myself properly bound and fucked.

…unless they did? You never know.


I arrived at the motel, sending a text to say I was there. I walked to the specified unit. I knocked on the door. And I waited.

The curtains opened, and I was ushered inside, door and curtain both quickly closing behind me. Madam X looked like exactly what I thought of when I pictured “dominatrix”, all leather pants and buckles and confidence. I was more excitement than nerves at this point, but they were definitely still there. I managed to stammer through some introductions, handed over my gifts, and then it was time to begin.

She told me to strip down, and so I did, putting my clothes on the couch one piece at a time. She liked the lacy lingerie I was wearing, as well as the chastity cage it was hiding. She actually made sure to check whether Mistress Charlotte was allowing periodic releases, for the health of my internal plumbing, which I really appreciated (and she does, btw. Ruined, of course, but they’re there – no worries here.). It sounded like the words of someone with a lot of experience (which she did in fact have), and as someone with, uh, none (in-person anyway) it was a real feeling of security.

Panties came off, collar went on, and then she ordered me to kneel while we discussed the events of the session. I recalled Mistress Charlotte’s requests – get a decent spanking over her knee like a naughty boy, then she wanted me bound and fucked, good and hard. And, if I felt brave, I could choke myself on her strap for her, before she fucked me with it. And you know what? I may not be here again any time soon, so fuck it! I’m feeling brave! She decided to start with the spanking, and set up my phone to record evidence for Mistress Charlotte before getting me over her knee.

Now, I’ve spanked myself a few times, and I think I do OK at it. But this was completely different. The hits came hard and fast, first with the slut paddle, and then by hand. After that, though, she upgraded to some of the MANY implements she brought with her, and… wow. It was never more than I could take – she always seemed to stop just as it was starting to near that point – but it was certainly intense. Even now – 10+ hours later – I’m still feeling it when I sit down.

(Also, at some points she spanked me to the beat of the music that was playing, which is just delightful.)


After that, she got me on my feet, and asked if I had any bondage preferences. I didn’t (more of a “do what I’m told” slut), so after a little consideration she went with a shibari tie, ropes going across my chest, around my locked-up cock, and up over my shoulders, culminating in my hands being very firmly tied behind my back. She was talking with me so casually throughout I almost didn’t notice what was happening, until I looked in the mirror and saw a bound slut looking back at me. I was, quite literally, unable to stop her from using me however she pleased.

And I fucking loved it.

She grabbed a couple of wooden pegs, one for each nipple, and clamped them on there. And then, on top of them, vibrating nipple clamps. She decided on a pattern and put them on me over the pegs, tucking the controller safely away between the rope and my chastity cage. She teased me all over with a vibrator, pushing me facedown onto the bed for better access, all the while confirming what a slut I was. And then, it was time to prove it.

She pulled me up and ripped the pegs off quite quickly (you know that feeling when you take clamps off that’ve been on for a while, and all the sensation comes back except it’s all pain? Yeah, that happened) before ordering me to my knees again. Then she pulled out her selection of dildos (all with their own condom) and started to fuck my face. The first dildo looked small on her – but I assure you, it felt much larger hitting the back of my mouth. After a while of that, though, she upgraded to a longer, girthier one, one that properly filled out the available space in my throat. There was a point where I gagged, and reflexively went to pull myself away, like I would do training on my own dildo at home – but with her hand on the back of my head, I couldn’t go anywhere. I had no choice but to stay impaled on her cock, until she decided otherwise. She had a larger one than that, with a handle – but unfortunately, for whatever reason (too much girth?) I just couldn’t get it to break through that barrier for a proper deepthroat. Clearly, I need more training – this sluthole’s done too much breathing and not enough getting fucked.


Speaking of slutholes getting fucked, though, it was time for the main event. She had me facedown on the bed once again, ass raised in the air, begging to be pounded – “slut position”, as Mistress and I would call it. I was surprised to hear that she preferred to use the dildos by hand, rather than as a strap-on, but her reasoning made perfect sense – putting them in by hand allows her to more easily get the right angle.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t quite able to take the first dildo she tried on me – perhaps if I’d spent more time in the previous weeks readying myself? She was great about it, though, quickly switching to another and slowly ramping up the sizes from there. Again, despite having fucked myself before, it felt completely different – having no control over what she would use, or when she would use it, meant I could stop thinking about all that and just focus on my main slutty duties – being a hole, and getting fucked. She knew exactly what she was doing, repeatedly targeting my prostate and just pounding it over and over She kept me guessing, swapping between what felt like two or three dildos, pushing them in deep and then pulling them out quickly to get what she described as a lovely-looking gape. Then she started doing the same with a vibrating plug – the repeated thrusts combining with the rapidly-changing feeling of vibration to just drive me mad with the sensation of it all.

Eventually, she let me know that time was nearly up, but not before putting four fingers into me, up to the knuckles. Unfortunately a fisting wasn’t quite in the cards – I think I’ll need a fair bit more stretching training before I’m ready for that. After that, she got me up off the bed, undid my bondage, and let me go. I struggled to put myself together for a while, managed to remember how to put my clothes on, and after a nice little chat littered with profuse thanks, I let myself out, and wandered back home.


And that’s the story of how your favourite slut became even sluttier. This was… an incredible experience, and it feels really great to finally be able to say at last that I’ve submitted in-person – and, by all accounts, that I was just as much a slut as I am online.

If you’re in a similar situation to me – I can strongly, STRONGLY recommend finding a local experienced Domme and just going for it. You may have nerves – I sure as hell did! – but I promise they’ll give way to excitement and beautiful memories before long. Madam X was absolutely lovely to me as a first-timer – patient and accepting, while at the same time still very much giving commands, and reminding me that I’m my Mistress’s slut.

And what more could you ask for than that?

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