My name is Neil and I had my session with Mistress BJ. I had been looking forward to it, but I had also been really nervous. There were things that I knew I enjoyed, and things that I imagined I would like to do, but how would it feel in real life? Could I ask for things that I wanted to try?
Mistress BJ greeted me and made me feel totally at ease. I explained that I liked to cross dress and she totally understood where I was coming from. Even though Mistress did everything to make me feel comfortable, I was still very nervous. However, as she gently guided me to change into the knickers, stockings and bra, I began to relax (if only a little).
Under her direction, I fitted my foot into the stocking and slowly pulled it up my leg. I had imagined this scenario many times, but now, for real, I was being ordered to do it. Mistress BJ was not threatening, but I was under no illusion that it was she who was driving this activity and I would comply, whether I wanted to or not. It was just something about her presence that made me want to do as instructed. The way she was dressed with her high heeled boots really excited me, and the selection of whips that were hanging on the wall could easily be used to turn my ass red if I failed to comply.
As the makeup was applied and the wig was fitted to me, I could catch a glance of myself in the mirror. My hands ran over the stockings, removing any wrinkles and pulling them tight up around my thighs.
As I stood in my transformed state in my high heeled boots, Mistress BJ reached out and touched me. As her hand reached out to my shoulder, then down over my lace clad breast and down towards my crotch, I could almost feel a surge of electricity coming from her hand to my body.
Her gentle words of “You are a naughty girl, and now you must be punished” rang through my head as her hand grasped my neck and bent me forwards. I could feel the heat of her body against mine. I heard the swish as her hand cut through the air and connected with my bottom. There was pain, but there was also excitement. Dressed as I was, I had to comply. As the strikes continued to hit my bottom, I could feel the heat and redness rising. I would remember this session long after I had left.
As Mistress BJ continued to use her considerable expertise to put me in my place, I found I didn’t want this to end. I begged for just one more precious hour of her time I wanted to remain in my new found me for as long as possible, it felt so good, I felt her gloved hand reach for my throat and I panicked if I had overstepped the mark. But her grip relaxed and she whispered, we have found the real you.
Mistress BJ had such control of the situation from beginning to end. Somehow she seemed to just know what I needed. The mixture of pleasure and pain will stay with me for a long time, although I hope to visit her again soon in the very near future.
I started the session not really knowing what to expect or what I wanted, but Mistress BJ seemed to sense how I was feeling and pushed me into directions that I had not even imagined. Many thanks Mistress, for both the pain and the pleasure that you give and for making my nervousness totally disappear by the end of the session, I will choose my new name for the other me as you suggest and will mail it to you as I will be booking my appointments in that name from now on.