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Serving Domina Ana Vex: Virtual Beginning
By Tim Broussard
I was really surprised by how satisfying it could be to serve a Domme virtually. I had met Mistress Ana at a play party at The Crucible in Washington, DC. We seemed to hit it off and she gave me her card. I was curious to find out what “bespoke BDSM” was all about. And her demeanor excited my submissive lust like no one had in a long time. I was starting to get up the courage to have a first session with Mistress and then COVID-19 struck.
I kept in touch with her and she told me to check her website for virtual sessions. I was really skeptical about how a virtual session could ever be exciting. But I figured that given Mistress Ana’s obvious smarts and naturally dominant style, if anyone could do it, she could. Well, it turned out I was right.
Mistress Ana requires her slaves to earn a skype session. She had to be convinced that I was sincere and committed enough to trust with a video session. I had to have some email discussions with her, then some texting, culminating with a phone call. She started me with some homework and built up my level of anticipation very skillfully. I was required to read the introduction and first chapter of her slave training manual.
By the time we did the phone call I was feeling very horny and eager to hear her voice. Onwin She quizzed me on various points in the assigned reading. I could hear the disappointment in her voice when I didn’t answer correctly.
After the phone call I was instructed to prepare for our first skype session by learning the five basic positions in the training manual. And she warned me that punishment for my shortcomings would be part of the skype session. Not least, she said it would be wise for me to study the first two chapters of the manual in case she decided to quiz me on any of it.
Finally, after almost a month of preparation and gradually increasing the tempo of my submission, Mistress Ana said she was ready to do a skype session. It was a 45-minute session. I was naked and had a pile of exactly 15 clothespins at hand as instructed. Mistress was simply stunning, wearing all black—a low cut top showing modest amount of cleavage, a short skirt, stockings and high heels with ankle straps. It was the cool, classy look that she had when we first met at the club. This woman simply radiated dominance and natural authority. Her clothing was an extension of the confidence she exuded in her rightful place above me.
The first words she spoke via skype were to remind me how to properly address her, and to observe the basic protocols regarding tone, demeanor and general servility. Onwin Giriş She also informed me that I was to be in pain and discomfort throughout the session. I was ordered to roughly pinch my nipples and affix two clothespins to each. She had me adjust them until she was satisfied by seeing the pain in my eyes.
I began, as instructed, by kneeling and reciting the mantra she had taught me. Then she had me tell her how beautiful she looked and how much it turned me on to be naked before her. My cock was hard by then but she didn’t seem to notice.
Next came my punishment. I was made to stand with legs spread widely. Then she instructed me to slap my cock five times, harder and harder with each slap. She ordered me to maintain eye contact with her the entire time. Then on to my balls. I had to tie them around the base of my cock so they would make a better target. I had to hold them up and away from my body for another five slaps. She made me hit them a bit harder each time.
With eye contact and her voice, Mistress very skillfully supervised my punishment. It wasn’t considered complete, she explained, until I had described how much it hurt and why I was being punished. Finally, she had me thank her and promise to do better in the future. Mistress warned me that next time I would be required to use a wooden ruler on my balls as punishment, Onwin Güncel Giriş not my hand.
As we continued, Mistress amused herself by having me affix more clothespins to sensitive areas—my balls, my cock, my tongue, and lips. At one point I had four pins on each nipple, and 10 just on my cock. She delighted in making me remove them and put them on again so that I suffered sharp pain frequently.
I think I surprised her with my perfect demonstration of the slave positions. She clapped enthusiastically and smiled at my performance. I was happy to please her. And I realized that she was putting me into a very submissive place with my words, my obedience to her commands, and my actions. Next, she threw out a few questions on points in the training manual. I got them all right. I was learning, and she was pleased. My apparent nervousness probably also satisfied her as she could see the impact her domination was having on me.
She ended the session by doing an incredibly arousing verbal tease. She said she knew that I desired her, and that she had driven me to a high level of lust. But that didn’t matter as I was just learning to be her slave. I would end the session without any relief whatsoever but the privilege of demonstrating my obedience and suffering for her. She got me to promise to remain chaste for 24 hours. If I could do that it would help convince her that I was learning self- control, which she considers the foundation of true obedience and submission. She hinted that if I continued to please her, I might be granted the privilege of stroking for her amusement in a future skype session.
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