Mistress Alice Humiliates Me From 3,600 Miles Away

While Mistress Alice was away, enjoying herself in Paris, I innocently went to a coffee shop in my neighborhood of Brooklyn to finish reading "The Secret History of Wonder Woman" on a quiet Saturday afternoon.

I checked in at the location on Life360, the app Mistress Alice uses to track my location at all times and it caught her attention, probably because this is a location where we had played once before.

Mistress Alice requested an update on what I was doing and where I was located and I sent the photo below, take from the couch where I was sitting.

Mistress Alice immediately ordered that I buy both their drinks, pat them on the back at the same time, congratulate them and then pee myself as I leave the bar.

I explained that the place, while it does serve alcohol, has much more of a coffee shop feel and that the two women didn't appear to be together.  

But I did what I could.  I could not bring myself to touch them unsolicited, but I went up to the bar next to them (to the right of the blonde) and awkwardly put a $20 bill on the bar and said, "Excuse me, here this is for your next drinks."  The blonde, who was looking at her phone, started to respond but I just said "Please" and walked away before she could respond.

I tried to pee as I walked out of the coffee shop but my bladder is shy and it was not until I was out on the sidewalk and paused that I could pee my jeans as I deserved.

I walked the few blocks back to my home in my visibly peed-in jeans with a large noticeable dark stain near the inseam.

Mistress Alice texted "We loved it!!" indicating not just her approval but that she had clearly shared my humiliation with others, presumably a real man she was enjoying the evening with in Paris.  I enioyed the feeling that with just a few quick texts Mistress Alice could control me from thousands of miles away.

Valentine's Day Session with Mistress Alice & Mistress Trinity

Mistress Alice in the Sanctum

I went to visit Mistress Alice while she was working at Pandora's Box today principally with the intent of handing her my weekly tribute in cash.  (Mistress Alice is preparing for a trip to Japan and I was bringing my tribute to her in yen for her convenience, as well as a Tokyo guidebook.)

However, it was the night before Valentine's Day and the club was having a party where guests and Dommes could mingle and talk and so I stayed for a while and Mistress Alice very easily talked me into a joint session with her friend and colleague Mistress Trinity.

Mistress Trinity

Mistress Trinity is blonde, stern and beautiful.  She has an amazing arm tattoo, a good sense of humor, and a commanding presence.

Our session together was in The Sanctum, Pandora's medieval-themed torture chamber.  What followed was an amazingly satisfying hour of ritual humiliation.  Mistress Trinity was the harsher, more traditional dominatrix and took a more active role, while my beloved Mistress Alice took a more sardonic and mocking approach to the humiliation.

Both of them verbally abused me.  Mistress Alice repeatedly spat on me and on the floor and made me lick it up.  Because I can't bend my head well, I had to use my fingers to lift her saliva off the floor and to my lips, and I loved every last drop of it.

I was allowed to worship Mistress Truinity's boots with my tongue and massage her feet.

  

The mistresses then put me in an adult diaper with panties on my head and laughed as I danced (very badly) for their amusement.  They collared me and paraded me out into the party in the diaper where all the Dommes and clients in attendance could witness my humiliation.

At the end of the session, Mistress Trinity commanded me to relieve myself and I unleashed my full bladder into the diaper.  Mistress Alice and Mistress Trinity then made me take the diaper off, lie face down in it and slurp up and drink my own urine as they watched.

Londay Day 2 - A Celebratory Drink

I pour Fallen Angel a glass of champagne to enjoy as I rub her feet and she watches TV as we relax for a few hours after a day of shopping. She asks if I will be drinking any champagne. I tell her I have an idea for more appropriate celebratory drink for me.

I go to the bathroom of her hotel room. Fallen Angel has left her toilet unflushed and its contents are a tempting pale yellow. I take a water glass, plunge my hand in and come up with a full glass of the mixture of her golden pee and toilet water. I transfer it to a nice wine glass provided by the hotel. My drink looks like a weak white wine and is really quite palatable -- only slightly acidic and actually rather refreshing.

I wash my hands and return the bedroom. Fallen Angel and I toast the New Year and both enjoy our drinks.

London Day 1 - In Diapers on New Year's Eve

I arrive in London and I am excited to meet Fallen Angel. It is a strange and very impulsive trip I have arranged as I have spent comparatively little time chatting with her on CamContacts and actually never spoken to her on the phone before we arranged this trip. But in throes of one D/s cam session, I offered and she accepted, and about a week later I find myself on the London Underground heading from Heathrow to our hotel.

I gave Fallen Angel my password and free reign over my Expedia account and she selected a nice 5-star hotel in a convenient part of London for us (separate rooms, of course). She was supposed to have arrived the night before but due to plane troubles she spent an unexpected night layover in Zurich and arrived in London just hours before I did.

I know that she understand the spirit of my fetishes when we she takes the letter, scratches out her first name, adds my full name and cellphone number to the bottom and then folds it and leaves it visible by the coffee shop table we are seated at.

A few minutes later when we make a stop at a drugstore on the Strand.

This is the filthy bathroom on the Metro-North commuter train that Goddess Noura made me lick.

A Big Glass of My Own Piss

Yumm. It tastes good because my Goddess makes me drink it.

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.

Induced Vomitting

Mistress Alena's Cam Contact's screenname MildMindFuck is highly misleading. There is little that is mild about this Ukrainian mistress.
Today, she told me to bring a plastic bowl to the computer and pee in the bowl. So far, so easy. Then she told me to vomit in the bowl. When I couldn't induce vomitting with my finger or a chopstick, she had me fetch a glass of water and a box of baking soda.


I added two big spoonfuls of the baking soda to the water and drank it down. I had no idea how powerful an emetic baking soda is. Very soon my stomach was retching and my orangish, chunky vomit was coursing up my throat and into the waiting bowl. It smelled as bad as you might imagine and I was feeling rather awful. Mistress Alena gave me a moment to recuperate, and let me rinse my mouth and stroke my cock for awhile.

Then she smiled, and said "Now drink up your soup, slave." I looked at the chunky vomit floating in the yellow pee and I gave a shudder of revulsion as I considered this. "You ate it once. You can eat it again," she said. And so, I drank my own vomit as she watched. I started to gag a few times, but she warned me I better not throw up. "Then we will just be in an endless cycle here." I was grateful for the warm urine diluting the vomit as I drank it down.

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