Session with Mistress Bryn

A Session with Mistress Gisele: Part 3

A Golden Conclusion

I was nearing the end of my two-hour session with Mistress Gisele, so she took me back to the private room. She unfolded a large diaper and placed it on the floor. She told me to take off the panties and lie down on my back on top of the diaper. I knew what was coming next and I looked up in anticipation as Mistress Gisele towered above me. She stood with her legs on either side of my head and positioned herself where I could only see her rear. Then, although I could not see it, she must have pulled down the front part of her panties because suddenly there was a solid yellow stream of her piss coming down on my crotch. She must have been holding it in, because it was a strong rope-like stream of piss, lasting for 20 or 30 seconds and totally drenching my cock and balls.

After she finished, Mistress Gisele told me to wipe myself clean and get up carefully. I thought we might be done for the night, but then she pointed to the substantial pool of urine that had collected in the diaper. She explained that it could be messy to clean up if there was too much piss in the diaper and she told me to drink as much as I could. I got down on all fours and slurped up as much as I could take.

After that, we were done. Mistress Gisele allowed me to use the dungeon's shower to rinse off all her various wonderful body fluids. I tried to use make-up remover to take off the lipstick on my chest but it was a slow process. So, we decided that I should spent the night and next day with this under my clothes. It would be a secret reminder of my role in the world -- as the object of women's contempt and the literal target of their spit.

This was one of the best pro domme sessions I have had in several years.

A Session with Mistress Gisele: Part 2

The Spitting Contest

At the beginning of our session, I told Mistress Gisele that I was interested in pushing my humiliation boundaries. After we finished with the violet wand, she resumed her verbal humiliation of me and began to punctuate her insults by periodically spitting in my face. This form of degradation -- of ultimate disrespect -- really hit the spot for me and made me rock hard. Mistress Gisele could tell I enjoyed it and she kept returning to this treatment. Her saliva would hit my forehead and drip down over my eyes or be sprayed all over my cheeks. Occasionally, she would ask me to open wide and launch her spit directly into my eager mouth.

Mistress Gisele asked if I would like other women to spit on me and when I said yes, of course, she organized an impromptu spitting contest. First, she ordered me to offer up a cash prize to make it worthwhile for the other Mistresses. We agreed that $40 would be sufficient. Then, she took bright red lipstick and drew two concentric circles on my bare chest, forming a target with my bellybutton as the bulls eye. She added smaller circles higher on my chest, one around each nipple. There was some disagreement later as to whether this looked more like a bear's face and ears or the Mickey Mouse logo, but there was no disagreement that I looked ridiculous.



Mistress Gisele ushered me into a common office area of the Dungeons of Mistress Elizabeth and I met the two other women who had elected to participate in the spitting contest -- Mistress Dale, who I had the pleasure of sessioning with some time ago, and a tall, willowy blonde who was working in the office as a receptionist. The women looked over my short, scrawny body, the lipstick target on my chest, and the panties I was still wearing and they both got a chuckle.

Mistress Gisele established the rules. There was a line about three away from me that they would stand behind, lean in and spit at me. Any saliva landing in the outer circle or the small circles around my nipples would score 1 point. Any spit landing in the inner circle around my navel would score 2 points. In three separate rounds each of the three contestants would have five chances to spit on me -- 45 opportunities for me be spat on!

The receptionist was not a good spitter. She was more of a sprayer. Although she used her height advantage over the two Mistresses and leaned in over the line, the normal result of her efforts was a diffuse spray of saliva on my face and few or no points for her.

Mistress Dale, however, turned out to be a championship spitter. She launched large, dense loogies in perfect parabolic arcs onto my face and chest. Two of Mistress Dale's thick loogies hit my face in a row and it looked like cum rolling down my cheek in a bukkake shot. Mistress Gisele said, "I bet you like that feeling -- having cum landing on your face and rolling down to your chin, don't you? Well, you better learn to like it."

Oddly enough, although the point-winning targets were on my chest, it seems at least a third of the Mistresses' saliva salvos ended up on my face. I absolutely loved the humiliation of this game and I had a raging erection in my panties throughout the whole 20-minute event. It was a close contest because Mistress Gisele was also an accomplished spitter, but in the end Mistress Dale's superior technique won out and she won the contest and claimed the $40.

A Session with Mistress Sasha

[I don't recall all the details of my session with this lovely Japanese pro domme, but there was deinitely some paddling and spanking involved.]

Session with Mistress Amanda

[I don't recall the details of this session or whether I enjoyed it, but I can see from the legs in these photos why I selected Mistress Amanda.]