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Published on 9/5/08
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Face slapping, boot licking and public humiliation—sound like fun? Manhattan’s BDSM dungeons are ready to fulfill a sub’s kinkiest desires. And while I have some experience with BDSM play in my personal life, I’ve never paid to submit to a domme.
After doing some searching online (erosny.com has buckets of listings for both dungeon websites and independent dommes), I made an appointment with Mistress Coraline. I’m a sucker for a gal in glasses, but I was also drawn to her flaming-red hair and smart-ass smirk. When I arrived at the dungeon’s downtown address, a no-nonsense woman directed me to the large, clean, high-ceilinged room where my session would take place. She handed me a new-client form to fill out: part checklist to record my proclivities, part contract to protect both the customer and employee. She never asked for my ID, but the paperwork covered everything from fetish materials (high heels, latex) to role-play scenarios (nurse/patient, interrogation). I checked off my interests and slid the sheet, along with my $200 “donation” (the price was agreed upon when I made the appointment), under the door.
Several minutes later, Mistress Coraline entered. She was as coltishly lovely as her pictures suggested, and looked to be in her early twenties. She wore a ruby-red corset, stockings and peep-toe heels. I felt a little nervous when she asked me to undress, but her steady demeanor calmed me.
Coraline performed the tasks I’d asked for on my form: whipping me expertly with a thick-tailed leather flogger, building to a delirious climax on my back and bottom, and dripping hot candle wax on my chest and shoulders. I’d been curious for a long time about trying a play-piercing scene, but had never had the chance. Every time the Mistress slid several tiny-gauge sterile needles through the top layer of skin on my chest and stomach, the sting startled me. Coraline encouraged me to push my limits, though, all with an air of studied expertise and a sweet, disarming smile.
When our session was up, I felt relaxed and energized. Hell, if I had the dough, I’d consider the routine my weekly constitutional.
*Writer’s name has been changed to protect them from their mother.
NightMztress
Fri, Dec 14, 07, at 5:21am
So many have the idea that all Mistresses are always hardcore and the world must revolve around her. Not all of us fit that description. Most I know, and I know a LOT since I run my own FemDomBDSM group, are very down-to-earth, friendly, caring, intelligent women. Many men actually want/prefer the hardcore over the caring and if you give your "donation" and you want a hardcore, my-way-or-no-way deal, then you will most likely get it. If you want someone to go easy on you, talk you through it, and help you overcome false misconceptions, and possibly your own fears and limits, then you can usually find that as well. As for signing the contract, it is a requirement in most Sessions/Dungeons to provide safety for all parties involved. It's also your safety net as if you state a limit and the Dom/me exceeds it, then she/he broke contract and can be punished by law. Same goes for clients who push/go too far. Mistresses/Doms have limits also and we expect them to be respected as well. It's wonderful that you found someone who helped to ease you into your experience. It can be a HUGE stress-relief tool if you find the right Mistress/Dom who knows what they are doing. Thank you for the article, I enjoyed reading it! Mz. K
