Another FR on Mistress Poppy (profile on
collarme or
here) for serious fetish/femdom lovers in Singapore.
Had a 2-hr session (150/hr with room) on Monday and the experience was great -- or exceptional, to some degree. A bit warning upfront though, she's more of a genuine dominatrix than a fetish model -- she's young and beautiful alright, but in a real dominating yet playful way -- which is fairly rare in, as my fellow Samsters recognized, Sillypore. (It seems that she's only been here for a while.) Furthermore her style of dominating is more "Asian" -- more like Japanese style domme than European/US style. That is to say, more playful and sensual, deeper on a psychological level and less harsh. A fine gal to satisfy your fetish dreams but a real great domme for your desire to surrender and be totally controlled. She's having tons of ideas to humiliate you -- lots of which you'd never thought of, or see on a movie before. All in all a surprisingly good price/performance ratio -- considering the outrageous prices of our local dommes. Provided you understand Chinese -- I assume she would do English sessions, but I'm not sure if you'd like it. (Sometimes I reflect on this, surely it takes a good Pro Domme much more effort/technique/knowledge to bring satisfaction to her costumers
) Make sure you communicate with her before the session; that personal connection between domme and sub is vital to the game. A note: the following is entirely real. And it may contain parts that you may not particularly enjoy -- pls skip if so.
We began the session by striping myself naked under her command, kneeling, while being humiliated by comments on my clumsiness. She was, of course, sitting on the bed in a jaw-dropping sexy black suit and high heel. She made good use of non-verbal gestures and subtle suggestions -- as in this time, she was fondling a chain leash tied to a leather collar. She pointed to her perfect feet, and smiled evilly at me; I quickly crawled to her and kissed her feet, then legs, then -- under her permission, her whole body. I worshipped her; she was satisfied by my apparent slavish nature and rewarded me by placing my head between her legs. What a paradise.
After about ten seconds, she suddenly grabbed my hair and pushed my head onto the bed. Enjoyment is over; time to suffer (that for us is to enjoy
). I was collared and tied up. I felt that was my place, my proper dress at the time -- the only things a slave are allowed to wear are rope and collar. The collar was justly tight; I could breath but the movement of my head is severely restricted. As she was tying me up, I lost my concentration to the TV set showing a football match. I ended up receiving a slap from my Mistress. "That was a test," she smiled devilishly, "keep your focus on your Mistress all the time. And now your punishment". Five strokes. All I could think then was "God I'm hers." I belong to my mistress and she dominates me unconditionally. And she gets all my attention. (Families with such husbands and wives will never have a fight, I contemplated. But then such relationships are hardly viable 24/7. Besides I can't imagine a life without football games :=)) As mentioned in another post, she's an exceptional roper -- though I wouldn't venture to say that I was "beautiful" under that bondage. The style and skill was great. By skill -- if you've never being tied up before -- I mean the tightness of the rope, the adroitness of her action and her ability to cover all parts of your body. And that makes you feel like she's totally in control and you are helpless -- something I specifically paid for.
Given me a good education on slave etiquette, she brought out a pepper -- the long, green one -- and fucked my ass very hard. Honestly I was a virgin in terms of that -- but she did it so skillfully I almost cummed. Incredible. That reminded me that I do have a hole for her amusement. During the first few seconds I thought my ass was going to explode. Then a strange feeling aroused and it was almost like having sex. Only I was BEING fucked, like a girl. I would have be completely humiliated if I ejeculated -- luckily not. I sort of acted as if it was pure pain and horror. I also thought it might arouse her -- and it did, my struggling only made her the more satanic. I wondered what would happen if she knew that I was enjoying this -- hell I'd better not imaging that. I'm not that hardcore (yet?).
The worse (or more fun?) was yet to come. At this point I was completely aroused and of course hard as a rock. And she ordered me to kneel on the bed and hold my penis. I thought this would be some kind of reward -- maybe she'd let me out. Hell no. She brought out a blue feather -- the one you'd see on a lady's hat -- and made me guess what's she's gonna do next. (A cruel move!) I answered that probably she's going to tickle me somewhere -- as how they tortured many protagonists in detective movies -- and how naive I was. The next thing she did was to "install" it on my spear, therefore degrade it from an attacking weapon to a hilarious decorate. Don't ask me how this is done. You don't want that happen to you. The short story was that my other "hole" lost its virginity.
Because I was generally behaving good, not resisting anything she would try on me and submitting to her every commands, she gave my 20 seconds to musterbate. I was allowed to cum during the time limit. Unfortunately I couldn't. She whipped me hard and commented sarcastically on my impotence. At that moment I felt like the worst creature on earth. "I'll give you another 20 seconds to soften your cock," she commanded, and I failed again. Some more whips and jeers. Finally she stepped her feet on my penis, and let me out. That's what I deserve. She laughed at me.
"Probably your tongue is more useful," she ridiculed, and I immediately understood what that means. Almost like a hungry dog, I buried my head between her mighty legs. I serviced her -- worshipped her -- as what a slave should. I savored the taste of her pussy. She was not satisfied still. She would change the position and ride on my head, use me like a sex toy. She cummed, and she dripped on my face.
That was, not matter how perverted it was, exactly what I wished.
I helped her to wear her cloths on. She's a bit exhausted, from the climax as well as the whipping, and I was thoroughly humiliated, used, abused and fucked. What an intense afternoon.
And we parted, left me alone in a deep emotional state, that mixed humiliation, surprise and reverie.
Another wet dream come true.
Thanks for view bros and happy subbing :-)