Dear Mistress Sharon,

Whilst on assignment to some far away city in the U.S.A., I visited a large adult book store to see what America has by way of femdom literature, these being the accepted places to find that material publicly. I found some English exported titles, but above all I came across Domination Directory International (DDI for short), a full size glossy magazine of mainly US professional dominant females. Obviously I had to take it. I don't know if you have ever come across this, Sharon, typically each lady has a quarter to a whole page to proclaim herself together with a contact number, and they will publish an individual info line maintained by the magazine for more detail. I eagerly leafed through it back home, and the full black and white page for Mistress Robin Byron instantly stood out and captivated me. Breathless, I continued through the rest of the magazine, but she was clearly the star of the issue, and I was drawn back to her page.

Mistress Robin stood directly confronting the camera but just some way back. Her legs were half height, and she possessed the perfect hourglass figure. She stood feet a little apart, her attire was a staggering and original sheer body stocking that covered limbs and torso with a diagonal abdominal cut out and a thickening around the edge of that diamond, her 'assets' shall we say and at the high collar. This she then
delicately complemented with the trappings of dominance: leather high heeled ankle boots; leather gauntlets; a breathtaking executioner's hood that left her mouth visible to hint at the beauty beneath whilst maintaining the mystery of her identity, her blonde locks drawn into a
ponytail through the top; with her hands on her hips, a long thin ball-pointed cane ran from her waist to the floor. Wow! The floor I
believe was wooden and Mistress Robin was surrounded by wooden furnishings almost as if in the store room of a carpenter. Alongside her
was a coffee table, similar to one I had in my apartment. This allowed me to get a perspective on scale, and showed this great lady to be that
rare creature on this planet, a six foot beauty. Lets go back to that cane now. This lady's inside leg measurement must be 36 inches, add at
least 4 inch heels and at least another 6 inches to her waist, for a total cane length of at minimum 46 inches, a devastating instrument of
corporal punishment! You can imagine my gasp at such revelation. But now, aren't you wondering why this lady was some way back from the camera rather than filling the entire page? On the floor before her from the lower right corner protruded the legs and lower abdomen of a male conquest, apparently now lifeless, legs bound by hoops of rope that were intended to completely immobilise them for maximum assertion of control. A tremendous first impression! What we are given in summary, at least in my eyes, is an original interpretation on the femdom theme, of a sadistic soulhunting executioner worthy of the fall, supremely fertile and able to nurture life but with a preference for reaping your very soul! Though a picture can speak a thousand words it is still no replacement for real knowledge, however Mistress Robin had made her mark and achieved the first object of the succubus, to lure her submissive shy prey out of the shadows and into her gaze. Of course I had to call the number printed at her feet!

Trembling, I got an answer line and left my reason for calling and my phone number. Within a day I had a call from another lady representing Mistress Robin and we set an apointment for a month hence on a Saturday for 3 hours of 'intensive' bondage. I did mention that Mistress Robin should bind me early to stop me running off in fear, to which this lady laughed and stated there won't be any chance of that! I asked for an address to be able to write to Mistress Robin. I then booked the airline ticket, confirmed my appointment, and began the one way correspondence that characterised the countdown. Basically, I let her know in writing what my motivation was, that I was a real submissive and that she could do as she wished, actually Sharon much as I have done for yourself. I even enclosed a full length photo so she would know my identity. Her assistant contacted me again in the last days to confirm my appointment and to get details of my hotel and to give me another number to call when I got there, for the dungeon's address wouldn't be divulged until I was in town. In these final days I had mild butterflies almost constantly, after all I could get killed at the hands of this mystery lady! Once I got to travelling, on the final Friday my nerves became
more settled though they didn't desert me. At the hotel, which I got to after midnight, I took a sleeping pill to be sure of being fresh for the
coming 'day of destiny'. When I awoke I decided to give myself up to the experience, and mostly the nerves were replaced by a certain serenity. I called the number and got the address of the dungeon. After a slow breakfast that might be my last meal, I retired and slowly went through showering and dressing and finally calling the taxi. It was a long ride into Manhattan Island from the airport, and nerves slowly grew but not to endemic proportions. The dungeon wasn't in the famous high rise part of the island, but nevertheless I alighted in a shopping street with mid-rise blocks all around, payed off the taxi and eventually found the door sandwiched between two shop fronts. I used the intercom to announce myself and was let in with instructions to come straight up the stairs to be met. An average stern woman in leather met me and escorted me through a lobby to a dungeon, where she told me to await Mistress Robin.

The dungeon had it's entrance at one extreme corner. The walls, floor and ceiling were all black, no windows, the room lit by a torchiere on
full. A little claustrophobicly intimidating, in that this seemed a perfect place to inflict a liesurely kill. The door had been closed
behind me, and I decided slowly to explore. It must have been about 15 feet across by 25 or 30 feet long. At one end, nearest the door was a
wooden throne, beyond that probably a bondage station of some description but I remember little of it. Mid way along the opposite
'long' wall there was probably a cross. Along the nearside 'long' wall was something like a long thin table. At the farthest end there was a
tall bondage frame running mostly up to the ceiling, and next to that another bondage station that can best be described as a benchpress minus
the weights and grips. There were several large framed photographs on the walls, one I especially remember contained a tall powerful brunette with a net cast over a crouching nude submissive captured girl. Various other items adorned the walls, in fact the apparatus that I can't remember in the corner opposite the 'benchpress' may simply have been a full length mirror. And there was a real life bull whip coiled up on the wall near the benchpress, the first time I had ever seen one up close, and I prayed for it to be merely ornamental!

Eventually, I found myself at the far end of the low table. The door suddenly opened, and in strode the great lady herself!!! I was
instantaneously erect for her. I hadn't allowed myself to believe that she would be the six foot beauty I had calculated and prayed for, but
she was!!   She wore low heel plain red shoes, yet her eyes were level with mine. Do you know just how exciting and intimidating that is for a boy? I felt a hollow open in my breast! For a moment my heart was in my mouth, but I forced it back down as I tried to be cool. She had sheer stocking for her lower body, and a simple black leather body suit that showed her pelvis and a little cleavage, with a single frill encircling her trim waist. Her legs were immense and her pelvis had that same dramatic flare from her waist that her photo had promised. Pelvis is fertility, the womb and all that, but it is also death by facesit beneath the very essence of a lady!!!  Her face was simple classical
perfection, no make-up that I recall, and easily fulfilled the hinted promise of the photo. Impossible really to describe with mere words or
comparison, but I must try anyway. Think Cindy Crawford, Linda Evangelista, Elizabeth Hurley, just better. She possessed a fullbodied,
shoulder length blonde mane, the encircling halo for the face of an angel, as I was to discover forever more a stunning visage when the pain
begins to really bite. She walked toward me and gently shook my hand, very nice, so cool, so understated. You have to know that this lady
knows that she is simply stunning. There was the matter of money to get out of the way. I handed her traveler's cheques, if you can believe
that! She had to pay the rental you know, and she told me that she didn't know yet if this was going to do the job. Mistress Robin told me
to wait, and as she was departing I couldn't help but ask whether she was really domnant, after all the focus on the cash and needing someone else's approval caused a slight doubt and I just blurted it out. "Yes, got a problem with that?", was all she said. "No.", I replied, and she
closed the door behind her. Phew! From my letters she knew that I heavily prefer natural simple beauty, and she knew that she could match
and exceed my wildest dreams, and she had set out dramatically to show that to me, and she had won this first round!

I hadn't so long to wait this time. The door opened and there She was. As she closed it behind her it was clear we could begin! I was still by
the table, and I can't really recall exact words. She moved over to the torchier and my gaze followed, her movement is so graceful, Mistress
Robin simply glides around a room, the dungeon is her element. She softly said something about setting a more suitable atmosphere, and the
light slowly dimmed. She got it to perfection! You could no longer see the walls, at once close and intimate yet like being suspended in space. She strode toward me, stopping in the center of the pool of light, to my left front. She commanded me to undress! You have to understand that I have never been nude before a lady before. My nervousness was growing, as the bondage had now become imminent. My earlier faked air of serenity before this beauty was evaporating by the second. My intellect can desert me quite quickly in the presence of a powerful aggressive beauty I now discovered, feelings of utter helplessness before this lady washed over me, I found myself quite willing to give in to her, I actually was excited by all this! But now I had to try to make a decision amidst these gathering turbulent emotions. How on earth are you suppossed to undress for a dominant lady, do you have to dance a striptease? Well, I didn't decide, stupidly I blurted out "How?". Mistress Robin didn't bat an eyelid as she gazed steadily upon me. She is not the stamp your foot and shout at and insult your slave type. With a certain firmness in her voice and probably surprised at such a daft question, calmly she asked instructively, "How do you normally undress?". Well, that was clear I guess. I wore slip on shoes, black smart casual trousers, Calvin Klein underwear, and a white thick cotton loose shirt with multicloured tie. As I would at home, I got started with the tie. I was slow and faltering, feeling so shy before such a beautiful and cooly authoritative lady! I stood rooted to the spot, and mostly continued to look ahead, as slowly Mistress Robin began to circle me. Oh god, she looks so physically powerful, so lithe! In her photo you may be mistaken for thinking her thin, but in fact even there she looks neither like a stick insect nor a muscle lady, as was quite apparent now Mistress Robin has frankly a sensual if light sheath of muscle between skin and bone that smooths out her curves and that simply intimidates an ectomorphic boy. I couldn't entertain the thought that as a lady she would be weaker than me, I was struck by just how even a match she and I would be in a wrestle, she would have at least an even chance to be the victor! I don't really recall what I did with my clothes as I discarded them, I probably just let them drop to the floor, anyway I ditched the tie and began fumbling with the buttons of my shirt from the top down. Mistress Robin kindly complimented me on my shirt, so calming, oh I had managed to please her in something, even if only just a little. She bumped into me, slightly behind my right side! Such a firm body! It wasn't enough to throw me, and stunned I forced myself to push on with my assigned task! Mistress Robin continued to circle. I think I slid off my shoes next, then so slowly unbuckled and unzipped my trousers and, well, dropped them and stepped out. And there I was, just socks and Calvin Kleins to go! I felt so vulnerable! Mistress Robin would now I am sure see my erection, and no doubt had her final confirmation that I was struck by her! I hoped that this was what Mistress Robin would consider as sufficiently undressed. Well, I couldn't expect to cling to the socks, and my main concern was the Calvins. So as I slowly pulled off my socks I asked in what was probably a whine if I could keep the underpants. Mistress Robin was clear that she meant those to come off as well. In my bare feet now, I just couldn't do it, it isn't wilful disobedience, I just couldn't make that final move. I was transfixed and afraid as I gasped something about never having undressed for a woman before! Mistress Robin made no further remark about it, and now she lead me over to the tall bondage frame over to the left of me. Thank God the moment was past and I hadn't had to bare all!

The frame was just that, like a picture frame, only it stands on the floor, goes most of the way up to the ceiling, is quite wide, is
obviously heavily made. There were chain shackles at each of it's corners! At waist height ran a wooden cross bar, with a heavy circular
padding. Thats about all I remember of it's structure. Mistress Robin instructed me to stand right up against the mid point of the cross bar,
and to put my right arm up. Of course I obeyed, Mistress Robin reached for the top right shackle! I tried to relax and just give myself up to
this, but nevertheless my heart was in my throat from gathering fear. Very soon, I would quite obviously be finally helpless, I knew that once
these shackles were on I couldn't prevent this mystery lady from doing death by torture!! Mistress Robin buckled the leather cuff around my
wrist, and glided behind me to the top left chain! This was it right here, just one move away from my fate!!!!! Quiet but firm, she commanded
me to stretch myself left, toward the cuff that was already in her hand! As that cuff wound around my left wrist, I looked away, to my right. As the cuff tightened, I tugged at the right chain. Oh God, only a liitle slack in it, not enough, not enough! And now the left cuff was on too, I
looked back to it, and it was obviously just as tight as the right! Still cool, Mistress Robin stepped back behind me. I felt her hand at the small of my back as she took a grip on my Calvins! Oh noooo! In one deft move, she yanked them down to my thighs, my gorged penis fell into mid air suspension, and into Her full view!!!!!!! I can't even remember her completing the removal, I was dazed by the audacious power move that Mistress Robin had accomplished. And I was so happy that she had done it, even though I was also humbled by the act! Mistress Robin gets what Mistress Robin wants, one way or the other! Now Mistress Robin quietly commanded that I spread my legs for her. Obviously by now, I'm not going to disobey her, she might give me the death penalty or some torture, I just don't know what disobedience brings with it, I wasn't going to find out either. My obedience was not just wilful any longer, the reality of bondage hits the psyche with a double blow that is hard to describe, it is an unwilled state change in one's consciousness, at once subjugating through terror and yet also thrilling and liberating in it's removal of power and of choice. Some might say it is the relief from responsibility, but probably they are the one's who haven't experienced it. Rather, the lady by taking you signifies her acceptance of you in a kind of binding contract between two souls, one a submissive and the other a dominator. True submission to the lady requires giving yourself up to her, letting go of one's own power and entrusting your soul to hers. There is no way around this central symbolic act, it must be performed. The actual doing of it is my proof to the lady and to myself that I accept her as my dominator and accept myself as a submissive. Although I could dimly discern this before, you only deeply emotionally perceive the truth of these matters by actually doing it, and doing it to the right lady. Until this moment, I had doubts about whether I am fully submissive to the worthy dominant female and especially whether I am willing to be put through pain as a symbolic act of faithful true submission to such. From this point on I came step by step to emotionally know that I am fully submissive to the worthy dominant female and willing to give myself up to the pain that she will put me through as a kind of rite of passage that proves the submission of my will to hers. I don't like receiving pain, she does like dishing it out, the giving and receiving of pain therefore represents the direct subordination of my will before hers. Bondage is intimacy! Mistress Robin was, I think consciously, taking on the role of my teacher! Wow! So I spread my legs. And Mistress Robin shackled my ankles!

Next Mistress Robin coiled rope once loosely around my neck, and that obviously was a bad omen, I couldn't help that I was indeed going to be killed, on this rack, by painful asphyxiation! There was clearly nothing I could do, so I just had to fight to stay calm. Now Mistress Robin
truely had me hanging upon her every word and move!! She led the rope down my spine and applied a second coil about my middle ribs! Is she going to break my ribs with a tourniquet prior to ritual strangulation!???? This was shaping up to be a horrible death! Mistress Robin then circled to the far side of the frame, and zeroed in on my penis. I distinctly remember looking down at her cleavage and my penis as she went to work. She brought out a condom and began to roll it over my penis! I winced, I was now so super sensitive there, I've never had this done to me before, Mistress Robin's firm yet gentle fingers nevertheless actually hurt as they massaged the condom onto me. She told me slightly testily that she hadn't done anything to me yet. I can't remember everything about this part of the bondage, but I do recall clearly a leather jacket with steel rimmed holes being laced up tightly on my penis, hiding it from sight. Mistress Robin then finished by tieing the long lace around the cross bar to complete a five point attachment of my body to the rack. Obviously my pelvis was not going to be going far! Mistress Robin glided back to my left side, just behind me. My head was twisted to behold her.

Mistress Robin carefully and calmly told me that if I were really to get into trouble then I should use the mercy word blue, but that she would only allow me three such escapes, that therefore I should be careful about it's invocation. I think that she then made me repeat it to be sure I had understood. Then she picked up a paddle, and the journey through pain began. She told me quietley that she was going to give me ten strokes, and then the beating began. It is hard to remember each individual blow. They were paced slowly, they started off firm enough, I
tensed, then they seemed to just keep getting harder! By the midpoint my backside was a huge sting, and my back had arched. Before the last
stroke, my head was thrown back and I was moaning "No!". Mistress Robin persisted with finishing the set! Exact sequences are hazy. I think it was now that Mistress Robin told me to address her as Mistress Robin, and that I had to ask her for permission before speaking by saying
"Permission to speak Mistress Robin", upon which she would either grant or deny my request. Then she told me I was going to have to take another ten strokes! I tensed myself, and it began again, the same steady pace, yet it seemed to be even harder from the first stroke! I was moaning "No!" before the halfway point, back fully arched, teeth gritted, and wondering how I was ever going to get through this. Mistress Robin probably finished the set, and then calmly admonished me for my moaning, instructing me that the word no didn't exist any longer. She then informed me I would receive another ten! Yet again it was harder than before, and my backside was afire by maybe the second or third stroke. I was so desperate not to cry out! But it was just getting harder with every stroke! My hands were tightly grasping and pulling on the chains, as my spine seemed to arch ever further! At last, maybe by the eighth stroke, I simply had to cry out "Noo!". Mistress Robin silenced me whilst finishing the set. Now she cooly asked me whether I thought she was really dominant, to which I gasped "Yes!". I think Mistress Robin was pleased at having convinced me of that. Mistress Robin then applied a blindfold, and told me to open my mouth. Next thing I knew, she was forcing a leather penis-like gag into my mouth! She proceeded to buckle it into place! I began to feel panicky now, and pathetically whined and writhed! Mistress Robin asked if I was afraid because I couldn't see, and to nod or shake my head. I shook my head. So she asked if it was the gag, to which I nodded fervently. She removed the gag, then asked why I was afraid of it. I said I thought I might drown if I vomited. She thought this a little amusing. Nevertheless, she had discovered a psychological weakness. She told me that from now on if I disappointed her my punishment would be the gag! Then she informed me I was going to have to take another set of ten! Oh god, clearly I mustn't cry out this time. And of course it was the hardest set, simply scorching! It was a lifetime, but I didn't cry out! I'm not to sure of the events of this entire beating, it is at once hazy to the detail but clear to the emotion. But I think that Mistress Robin gave me a fifth set that forced me to cry "Blue!". I think she finished the set anyway. then Mistress Robin removed the blindfold, and it was like emerging from a tunnel, relief! Mistress Robin glided to my front, and undid the penile bondage. Again I winced as she rolled off the condom - to reveal that Mistress Robin had forced me to seep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She moved behind me, and she released my wrists from the frame only to cuff them behind my back. She removed the rope, for which you can imagine i was thankful, and unshackled my ankles.

Mistress Robin had forced wrestling's equivalent of a submission, now she set about enjoying the fruits of that. She lead me to the opposite
end of the room, to the throne. This was a wooden chair atop a wooden pedestal. She stood me before it and then mounted the throne, stunning legs crossed. Cooly she instructed me to kneel before the pedestal, at her feet. Subjugated and enthralled, I had no hesitation dropping to my knees, looking up to behold her. Beautiful! She commanded that I bow my head, which brought her feet into focus. One foot was of course suspended in mid-air, and now it must have been only a foot or so ahead of me! Mistress Robin's elegant calf seemed to ascend to the heavens! She ordered me to kiss that foot!! In submission, I didn't wish to be dominated by pain again, I was eager to show her that she had conquered me and would no longer have to hurt me! I am not a foot fetishist, but now I truely knew what it is to emotionally crave to worship a lady. I thrust forward, mouth wide open, taking the toe of Mistress Robin's shoe deep into my mouth, so impaled I made ready to lick the sole! I was taken aback and felt sheepish when Mistress Robin said slightly testily, "I said to kiss not bite.". I pulled back just enough to unimpale myself, and had to blurt out "How?", somewhat foolishly. Mistress Robin had earlier succeeded in robbing me of much of my reason, forcing me back onto emotion, making me live by the moment! She expressed surprise that I didn't know how to kiss, so by way of explanation I had to confess my virginity. Again she was surprised, but she was satisfied with that  and I think maybe a little pleased as well. How often does a domina get a blank sheet to write her own script upon? She told me to purse my lips and touch gently. So I tried again! I slowly gently brushed my lips again and again about the toe of her shoe. After a period of silent contemplation, Mistress Robin commanded that I proceed to her calf!!! Oh yes!!! Keeping my eyes down in respect and submission, I worked over her foot and ankle, and proceeded the ascent, oh so slowly, savouring the chance to worship! Her calf was long, shapely, firm! The stocking was just oh so slightly rough to the lips! All was quiet, peaceful, bliss!! I was pleasing Mistress Robin, at last! As I finally reached the top, Mistress Robin uncrossed her legs, and her cavernous thighs opened before me! Obviously, I held my place, transfixed, awaiting her next command. Those thighs! In the photo I could only see them from the front, long but slim I thought they were enslavingly beautiful but had no real concern that she could hurt me with them. Upon seeing her in real life for the first time I became aware that Mistress Robin was huge. But it was only now that I really became afraid of her physical strength, as I saw those thighs close up, from one side, revealing that Mistress Robin's quad muscles are simply massive! She commanded that I kiss her inner thighs!!!!!!!!! Aware of her solid body towering over me I slowly moved my head into her scissoring zone, intimidated, my lips finally brushing against her inner left thigh, so firm! This was a revelation, that tall leggy ladies can carry masses of muscle gracefully, and so beguilingly for the unwary and inexperienced! As I religiously worshiped along the length of that thigh I constantly feared that Mistress Robin would clamp herself about my head! At length, Mistress Robin signalled her satisfaction, telling me to stand before her.

Mistress Robin now led me to the 'bench press' bondage station, and instructed me to sit on the bench , then to lie down with my head near
the column at one end. I obeyed, both with a puppy's eagerness and a certain apprehension of the mysteries to be unveiled here. I don't
actually remember the details of this column, surprisingly, as Mistress Robin guided my hands around it . If I had stood, I don't think that I
could have got my wrists over the top of the column to free myself. So that was it, I was secured again. Mistress Robin went to the table,
where she had a sort of backpack for her own personal eqiupment, and returned with some sort of container loaded with small items not really discernible under the subdued lighting. She sat sideways on the bench facing me. In the cool serenity of the dungeon, I felt her pelvis push up against mine! So firm!! I flinched away, but with one hand she pulled me back to her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't remember too much about my legs, but she must have cuffed my ankles. I think she had placed the container behind her, out of my sight. She got another condom, and gorged as I still was I braced for it's application. Working silently and smoothly, she rolled it down the length of me. And then, god, she brought out a length of gleaming white rope. She coiled it once around the base of my stem, and pulled tight, then tighter, making me wince now, then tighter still! She added the next coil, higher up the stem but touching the first, and just as tight! My eyes wanting to burst out of their sockets, Mistress Robin steadily worked her way up the length of my stem, which vanished from sight! The crush really put me on edge, I wondered how much more my penis would have to take! Mistress Robin produced a spur, a spiked wheel with a handle, in measured strokes she rolled it across my bulbous knob! Each time my knees instinctively pulled up, the pleasure-pain unbearable, and I must have gasped more than once as I fought not to moan the banned no word! Mistress Robin warned me to keep my legs down, and I had to catch each instinctive jerk, so my legs never got far off the bench. An unmerciful version of the gates of hell now in place, I was afraid Mistress Robin would drive me towards ejaculation to crush my stem ultra hard against the ungiving rope!! I felt really out of my depth with this power lady! I was in severe trouble! After a little of this, Mistress Robin produced a small hand vice!!!!! Christ!!!!!! Noooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She placed the jaws either side of my knob, and began slowly turning the screw!!!!! The jaws began to bite. I wanted to scream, please don't do this!!!!!!! Oh it hurt, a widespread firey sting deep in the flesh around the jaws!! Mistress Robin was still turning the screw!!!! My knees and feet were permanently airborn, if not by much as I fought to keep them down!! My chin was on my chest as my head strained forward! I was most likely gasping! The jaws appearing to have been buried to the hilt, Mistress Robin finally stopped drilling! I was on the verge of giving up again, I badly wanted to give up again, but I only had two mercies left and how worse might the subsequent tortures be!!! Mistress Robin went to work on me again with the spurs!!!!!! On top of the sting the waves of rippleing prickles were simply sadistic!!! Mistress Robin was relentless! Now she brought out what I can only describe as a giant clip of the type you would use to hold paper to a board, just huge. Most of the length of my stem in fact, which I know because that is where Mistress Robin placed it! That was it, this was simply too much!!! In sheer terror, I must have cried out blue!!! In shock, my penis actually deflated, for the first time since Mistress Robin had appeared angel-like before me a long way back at the beginning of our session! Mistress Robin had forced the second submission!!! A little disappointed and a little amused, she quietly stated that she hadn't even got to piercing me yet! Piercing!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank heavens I had submitted to her!!!!! I can tell you Sharon, any boy given the choice of penile piercing or ritual strangulation to the death would be wise to give up on life!!!

Mistress Robin sat heavily astride my upper abdomen, facing my penis. She has a huge pelvis, fully the width of my body for sure, and now I
came close to submission again as she sank into my midriff! God, I love being mounted! She removed clip and clamp, much to my relief! Phew! Penile torture is obviously Mistress Robin's thing, it makes me shudder inside to think how far she has developed her skills in that area, I can't live with her there! Then she was on her feet again. "Guess what I'm going to do next.". I could only wonder, clueless, there was a lull as I think she must have returned the container to the table. Next thing I remember, she was standing by the column. "Put your arms down." So softly spoken! Naturally, my elbows were a fair bit up in the air, I now had to exert my arms to bring the elbows down, but I still didn't get them all the way. What happened next was a dream sequence. Lithely, Mistress Robin stepped upon the bench, feet loosely either side of my head, facing my feet, already she was dropping to her knees! Obviously I hadn't been sufficiently obedient, Mistress Robin was enforcing her command! Her shins crushed my upper arms all the way down to the hard wood! But Mistress Robin was still in motion, what is she doing!? Her pelvis in slow motion crashed down upon my mouth!!!! Mistress Robin has the biggest pelvis of any lady on earth, I am sure, even most six footers probably can't match her! Her pelvis is wide, in her photo this gives the perfect dramatic flair from her waist and pushes her thighs apart! Only now did I come to understand the physical prowess of a lady so endowed! Together with her bodyweight, the heaviest of any lady I have yet been dominated by, this gives her an overwhelming facesit straight out of fantasy! My jaw had to give beneath her, forcing my mouth open! Firm muscle wrapped around that pelvis makes for a stunningly beautiful backside, voluptuous, the perfect expansive half moon. I felt I could take this. But then Mistress Robin took me by surprise again. She shifted backwards!! Now my mouth and nose were both covered!!! my breathing stopped!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her stockinged beauty swamped my vision, at close range!!!! For the first time, I came to know the fear of death, it is much stronger than anything that I had felt so far! It is not an intellectually driven fear, as my earlier apprehensions had been. It is another state change in the consciousness, unbidden, instantaneous, primeval! This suffocation must have been deliberate, I feel Mistress Robin with this move unveiled herself as a death dominatrix! Besides my head and arms, and the vision of Her, I recollect no bodily feelings!! Automatically, my arms tried to dismount her, but couldn't budge her by a millimetre, she probably never even felt anything! Her weight began to take it's toll on my very skull, the back and front of which were gradually being consumed by a groaning ache! My head twisted to the left, instinctively! Mistress Robin had left that escape open, and at last I could breathe again! I never felt actual physical pain from asphyxiation, the stoppage and the struggle were most likely brief in time but intense in emotion! Now my neck was twisted beneath her, her pelvis and bodyweight so relentless, so utterly hard, so expansive, and my skull once more beginning to creak! I couldn't know whether Mistress Robin would be aware that I had broken the death hold, so though she now had a submission from me I had to bite back the urge to cry blue, terrified she would simply return me to the suffocation! Things were increasingly desperate! I was saved when Mistress Robin dismounted! There was still plenty left of the rope coiled around my penis. Mistress Robin hauled my penis up into the air by it, tieing it to something in the darkness above. I was on shoulders and toes, precarious! I was totally silent! You don't dare make unbidden sounds in the presence of a death domiantrix! Telling me she'd be back, Mistress Robin crossed the dungeon diagonally to the door and left, closing the door behind her of course!

Fortuneatley Mistress Robin was back before I could sag! She lowered me to the bench and removed the coil and the condom. She proceeded to completely unbind me, and had me stand. She brought me back to the original bondage frame, picking up the paddle she instructed me to take hold of the wrist shackles. And announced that I would have to take another ten! It was hard, oh god was it hard, Mistress Robin set my backside on fire! I arched, I pulled the chains taught as my grip became fanatical, my head strained hard back, I gazed into the void above me, I gritted my teeth! But I never cried out, nor did I break away! Mistress Robin now knew that she had made me hers! She stood me in the middle of the dungeon, facing the table, and attached a long, loose chain to my nipples by clamps! Oh, those hurt! She told me to remain were I was and left again. One end of the chain fell off! Oh no! Mistress Robin would obviously believe I was being disobedient, and I know better than that by now! I scrambled to clamp it back in place. But it kept slipping off! Mistress Robin entered in the middle of another effort to get the bloody thing to stick! And she did think I was trying to remove it! Luckily, she accepted my whineing explanation that the thing was slipping, especially as she could see I was trying to get the thing to stick. She instructed me that we were going to another dungeon now because this one could only be booked for two hours, so that I was to pick up all my clothes. As I stooped to gather them in my arms, I was stunned. Two hours already! I think Mistress Robin showed my watch to me, which of course I forgot to mention during my description of my disrobing, and indeed two hours had flown, when I thought maybe just an hour at most! Mistress Robin's excursions had been to ensure the other dungeon and the route to it were clear, and now we could go. She led me back out into the lobby, then to the right, and into a light room at the front of the building. It was like a decompression chamber, as you come up slowly from a deep dive! I felt much more relaxed now. I surely wasn't going to be killed, for I would never have been let out of bondage once trapped in it, but clearly there was still more corporal punishment that Mistress Robin wished to administer.

Mistress Robin left me once more. This room was probably a similar size to the first, arranged at right angles to it, one end of this dungeon
overlapping the end of the other. The entrance from the lobby was halfway along this dungeon's length. Along the opposite wall, windows!
Light curtains drawn, I walked over and from the side of the curtains could see glass and the outside world! We must have been a couple of
floors up, the hubub of the street could be heard, low but definitely there! Welcome back to the world, at least partially! This room was less
distinctly laid out, I prefer room to dungeon in fact since it didn't have the same uncompromising purposeful set up as the place I had come
from. It could have been a spacious office with the furniture replaced by dungeon equipment. Light and airy! Not very portentious. At the far
right end there was a cross attached to the wall and alongside that probably a bench. Near to the door, to the left of it, there was another bondage frame, but no crossbar, instead a sort of leather underpants contraption suspended by chain, a hole for the penis at the front. And
on the far left wall hung a full length mirror. I did a slow twirl, and admired the huge bruise that covered the whole of my buttocks! I was
actually proud of it, proof of my submission to and acceptance by Mistress Robin.

Upon her return, Mistress Robin led me to the bondage frame, removing the chained contraption she made me stand inside the frame with my feet apart and my arms behind my back. She shackled my feet. Then she cuffed my wrists together and ran a chain or rope I remember not which from my wrists to the top of the frame. my wrists were yanked skyward, forcing me to bend forward! Wow! Mistress Robin stood behind and to my left, and picked up a cane. An ordinary cane, not the man tamer of her photo. She informed me that I was to receive six of the best. I had no idea what six of the best actually means, I braced myself for whatever it may be like. Mistress Robin might just as well have exploded gunpowder in my backside, as the first stroke arrived. It was a fireball!! Instinctive shock propelled me forward in unthinking flight, caught by the bonds. The second stroke arrived, I must have been at least moaning from deep inside my throat, as I just went wild to get away, almost ripping my arms off! Mistress Robin stopped, and made a move for the chain-suspension underpants, somehow buckling me into them as I came down from my flight response. She explained through my shocked and frightened haze that this was to stop me dislocating my shoulders. Then she made me take the remaining strokes, and though I thrust with my legs with all my might I never got away, of course. I can't remember that caneing too well, except for these highlights I was in a kind of pain haze! Mistress Robin began to unshackle me, and I was just glad that was over. Phew!

Mistress Robin left my wrists in the cuffs, and walked me to the middle of the floor. I think my poor tortured penis was probably still half
limp. Standing faceing me, close, sensual in her commanding and cool presence, she slowly slapped that penis. It came to life, only a little
hesitantly. "That means you like it", she murmured, pleased i'm sure. Well, I did like it, I was still amazed to see life return down there
after what it had been through! She rolled a condom over it, I was just maybe getting to used to that now, though i can't say. She got a slim
belt which she put around my waist, from which hung countless chains terminated with clamps. My eyes widened, as Mistress Robin attached the first clamp, to my penis!! Oh, each clamp hurt, and hurt the most at the time that Mistress Robin was attaching it! She admonished me for my whimpering. I think she slapped me again from time to time. She stood back at last to admire her work! I did enjoy it though! Finally she undid the contraption, I think that hurt too.

I think that it was now that she asked if I minded if a second lady joined. Uh oh, an escalation!? Of course I wasn't going to refuse, to
tell the truth I was excited and intrigued at two-on-one. Things all get a bit hazy again. I was made to kneel in the middle of the room, facing
the windows and back to the door, head bowed. Mistress Robin must have fetched the other lady, and then returned to my front. I was aware of the other lady's presence behind me, and Mistress Robin introduced her as Mistress Sonya. Mistress Sonya now moved into my view, her legs did that is, her long legs. I was in suspense, then I was told that I could look up. And behold, a second staggering six footer towered over me! Oh god, two six footers together, when six footers are so scarce! I can't cope with one! Mistress Sonya's body is so far as I could discern identical to that of Mistress Robin's! Phew! Help!! She was a long haired brunette, quite a thick mane in fact. Her face though not
unhandsome wasn't in the same league as Mistress Robin's. Her attire I recall wasn't dissimilar either, but more fussy with chains and belts
about her body I think. Not quite the angel that was Mistress Robin, but nevertheless impressive, intimidating. Her countenance was one of mirth. Mistress Robin seems to have faded back a bit, and Mistress Sonya commanded me to lie on my back. She stood right above my head, taking especial care to shift her feet hard into the sides of my head, almost blocking my hearing as I was locked face up. Oh god no please don't do this! Not the guillotine mount to the facesit! She's huge, she'll crack my skull open! I won't be able to escape the suffocation! The ladies must have been talking, then I heard Mistress Sonya say "He's pretending he can't hear us!". Well sorry, much of the time I really couldn't hear, and I lay passive and silent so as not to trigger an avalanche onto my head! She relented, much to my relief. More haze, and the next think I know I was on my knees, both ladies before me, Mistress Sonya closer. She suddenly leaned forward, her face hovering close above mine, mirthful again, but now she brought a chain whip into my vision, threatening my face with it. "Lets kill him!", she proclaimed! That death terror instantly struck again! Noooooooo! I've been tricked! I've been played! Mistress Robin was always going to kill me! She was just awaiting her freind, to share the thrill of it! Mistress Robin mentioned that I didn't like to have my face beaten, and the moment passed, but now I was frightened and pushed down once more! I was in a desperate situation, even if I were out of bondage I could never fend off two six footers!

Time passed, with surprisingly little pain this time. Mistress Sonya sat on the table at one end of the room, and Mistress Robin tossed a shoe to the floor before me, which she ordered me to push with my nose towards Mistress Sonya. Obviously my hands were still bound behind my back, and the ladies enjoyed watching me obey on all threes! I was brought on my knees before Mistress Sonya, who sat legs slightly parted, and I was made to kiss her inner thigh! Whilst Mistress Robin took a studded paddle to my tender backside! Again, the staggering shapely muscle, the fear of the imminent head scissor! I cried from the paddle! More haze, then I was being made to lie on my back on the floor at the other end of the room. Now, both ladies began to mount me! Mistress Robin first, across my chest but not right over it, somehow off to one side, pinning me nevertheless, I can just recall that she towered over me and was impossibley heavy. Then Mistress Sonya was moving for my legs! I raised my knees as if to struggle, but she was amused rather than afraid, and she kneeled astride my pelvis, fighting me, forward of my raised thighs, her hands went to my knees, her backside was coming down on my thighs! I cried my submission, as she was starting to hurt! "Put your legs down then". I obeyed her, and with a smile she sat heavily upon my thighs, making me wince as I thought they would both sprain at any moment! And now Mistress Robin made another move, to resume her facesit! I could only watch in despair, she has far too much bodyweight once she is over me, so she can move as she wishes. I think she still left open the escape from the smother, and I think I took it immediately! Nevertheless the two ladies stayed in place for what seemed an age. There was silence. This pin was crushing, it was claustrophobic, it was submission! I now knew what I had suspected, I can't wrestle two six footers period! Eventually, they both dismounted.

Hazily I remember being on my knees when Mistress Robin told me to try to get myself out of the cuffs. I guessed she might actually mean it. I forced myself to think. I somehow got my wrists into view, and it became suddenly crystal clear. The cuffs are joined by a simple clip, and with a little contortion you can get fingers to the clip! Soon I was out! I was free!

More haze, and I was on my knees in the middle of the room facing the windows. The ladies stood facing me, Mistress Robin to the right and
Mistress Sonya to the left. Mistress Robin mentioned that there were five minutes left, and that I could make one request. It wasn't
difficult. Heart in mouth, sheepishly I requested the head scissor. Mistress Robin smiled warmly and knowingly. "Alright then." As she
advanced slowly she instructed me to lie back. Speechless, transfixed for she has a graceful stride, I obeyed. She sat alongside my head, to
the right. Somehow, her left thigh was under my neck, and now I watched in fear and surprise as she brought her right thigh over the top of my throat. Aaaaaaaah!! Don't kill me, surely not going to kill me, I've made it all this way, please don't kill me now! Mistress Sonya was
smiling, she always finds me amusing it seems! I braced myself. Mistress Robin's thigh was under my jaw now, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that her legs were mostly straight and that she had crossed her ankles. She had me engulfed! Now she contracted! My neck and skull became rigid, she seemed to get tighter, my jaw was thrust up into my skull, I felt pressure in my head, I was groaning! Instinctively, I brought my right hand over the top of that moutain ridge of a thigh. My hand simply looked puny in comparison, and it was immediately frighteningly clear that my arms cannot fight Mistress Robin's legs, that the only outcome would be my death! "He's put his hand on me!", said Mistress Robin, or something very similar. I quickly withdrew my hand to the floor at my side. from now on I must fight to keep my hands off, so as not to trigger wrath and punishment, I told myself! Eventually she relaxed the grip. I was solidly erect! Mistress Robin told me I had five minutes to come! She was going to force me to masturbate right before herself and Mistress Sonya. I was suddenly shy. Well, it gave me something to do with my hands! She tightened up I think, and I groaned in panick, as my hands well, did their think.
"Look, the claw!", exclaimed Mistress Sonya with delight. Mistress Robin mentioned that I'm a virgin. As the scissor was pulsed the ladies were waiting for the climax, it was taking a while. Eventually, between crushes, I had to explain that though I hadn't ejaculated for more than
a week I was just too sore to do so now. "He's been saving it!", cried Mistress Sonya. Mistress Robin crunched again, but with a difference.
Hands on the floor, she propelled her pelvis into the air and began to roll to her right side! As her thigh brushed right up against my throat
to threaten death by strangulation, my skull felt as though it were about to pop off the top of my spine! I whined for my life. She relaxed,
and I just moaned "I submit!". I was staring up the length of her beautiful body to her amused face framed by her backlit blonde halo, and
I was starting to know what a goddess is! She made me look towards her feet instead. Gazing the length of her legs was scarcely a less sensuous view! She crushed a few more times. Then that was it. She released me.

Our session was complete.

She told me to get dressed.

As I did so, my spirits really began to soar. Mistress Robin said that I should go away and consider whether this is really for me. Well, of
course it is for me, but Mistress Robin at that point sees the mixed external signals of a boy at once obviously aroused and obviously
floundering out of his depth. Then she mentioned that we were going for a drink, and asked if I minded Mistress Sonya's boyfreind joining us. Obviously he would be a submissive too! I agreed quite readily. The ladies disappeared to change. Mistress Robin returned in tight black
velvet trousers and loose black shirt, simple and stunning. She told me to carry her backpack for her, which I happily slung over my shoulders. It was full, and heavy, god knows what else she had had in store for me.

We took a car to a bar not far away, and I was told not to call them Mistress out on the streets. We went in and had a bowl of chilli. Only
slightly coded, we spoke of our interest in female domination and of the session. Mistress Robin complimented me for obviously having tried, not bad for a first time, but she would want more than that in the future. I offered to go with her anywhere she wished, but she stated she had other business. I mentioned how easy it had been to twist out of the suffocation because her feet didn't stop me, to which she simply smiled knowingly, making it clear that was deliberate but wouldn't be available next time! I was enthralled by Mistress Robin's seductive calm, she has a powerful gaze that goes right into your soul, smiling eyes! She is very understated. Anyway, she is English, and came to New York because she couldn't practice without harassment in Britain. She may have mentioned being involved in publishing. Mistress Sonya came from the midwest, also because her home town is too conservative, and works in medicine. Her boyfreind runs a catering business, he was very quiet, I guess that's how she likes her submissives. And me, I work in computers of course!

The last time I ever set eyes on Mistress Robin was on the street corner outside the bar. I'm not sure which shone the brightest in that
Manhattan street, the Sun or Robin! There was a policeman near by, and she loudly said something to me, like "female domination", a touch of gleeful mischief. I said I would like to walk the streets a bit and then get a taxi. She warned me to be careful, and pointed the way towards the twin towers, from where I could get a cab. Ever so gently, we shook hands. And we parted.

I wrote to Mistress Robin afterwards, and we talked by phone, corresponding almost for a year before fading. She knows all that I have
related here. And more!
 
Yours Enthralled!
 
 

Cathartica
Copyright January 2000.