Session Confessions
Tina Tyler:
There was a Japanese man who came in with a very specific fantasy.
It was his first time in an American dungeon. He'd been to dungeons in
Japan, but had trouble fulfilling his request, because (in his words) Japanese
women have a hard time being truly dominant.
It seems he was very much in lust with his older brother's wife.
He envisioned her as a very dominant woman who's nature was being squelched
by his brother, who didn't understand that such things can be beautiful.
His fantasy was a role play in which I played his sister-in-law and it
included cross dressing, denial, feminine training, blackmail, verbal humiliation
and reward.
We began the session sitting and chatting while smoking cigarette together.
After I finished my smoke, I confronted him. I told him that I knew about
the panties he'd stolen from me. He denied it, but I ignored him and went
on to say that I knew he'd been sniffing them and I knew that he'd been
wearing them under his suit to work. I told him that, unless he did exactly
as he was told I'd tell his brother and shame him to his family. At this
point, I dressed him up in lingerie, heels and a long, flowing wig and
told him to stand in front of me. I corrected his posture and told him
to walk across the room. He did. I then showed him the correct way to walk
like a lady and had him do it again. This continued with correction until
he got it right.
Next up, lessons in sitting like a lady. Each time we went on to something
new he protested until I threatened him with exposure of his shameful secret,
he then went along willingly. After his lessons, I told him to put himself
across my knee and began some bare handed spanking while I told him how
digusting I thought he was, but that his shameful secret was arousing me.
At that point I told him to lay on the floor (on his back). I blindfolded
him so he couldn't see what was coming. I said,"Since you like to sniff
my panties so much and you've been such a good little slave, I'm going
to give you a real treat". He started to protest until his words were muffled
by my rubber clad buttocks. He started to thrust his hips into the air
and released spontaneously (without touching himself). I stood up, told
him that his secret was safe with me and left the room. |
