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Down the rabbit hole!

Growing tired of January in Northwest PA, I threw a bunch of stuff in the car, loaded the Harley in a trailer – and pointed the whole thing south. A couple weeks later, I got a message from Ms. Irene Boss.  She was going to be visiting in Atlanta with Her good friend, Goddess Cheyenne, and she thought I might be interested in a session with them.  “It will be fun and different,” she said.  She wasn’t wrong. After a series of misadventures, I arrived in Atlanta a couple weeks later on a Saturday afternoon.  I had downloaded a copy of Goddess Cheyenne’s book “How to Meet a Mistress.”  All I was told was that I would be in full “slave mode” for the duration.  I was also tasked with shopping for the required ingredients to prepare a nice dinner salad for them.  I learned several things that afternoon.  1.  Kroger is not the place to look for things like that.  2.  My GPS is highly unreliable.  And 3.  It takes well over half an hour to go 10 miles to find a Whole Foods in the suburbs of Atlanta. Feeling as prepared as I could be, I knocked on the door.  Ms. Boss greeted me and introduced me to the Goddess, who just stared at me and pointed at the floor.  Having read her book, I knew she was a stickler for formal greetings, so I immediately prostrated myself on the floor to kiss her feet.  That was something new and I was not prepared for the immediate submersion into subspace that I experienced.  Her feet were warm and soft – and she had beautiful shoes on.  I then greeted Ms. Boss similarly.  I was extremely glad to see her as we’ve been sessioning for some time at the marvelous Compound in Pittsburgh. Read the rest

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Getting pumped up at the Complex!

It was cold and windy on the New Year’s Eve day when I entered her world, but I was soon warming up in a corner of the Complex, tied into a chair encased in a rubber straitjacket.  It was the best New Year’s Eve day of my life.  The Mistress took me to new heights or should I say new lengths.  I have never been so elongated with excitement in my life. The Mistress wore leather for the occasion—leather hat, leather coat, leather bra, and even leather chaps!  She also wore something shaped like a thong, but with studs all over the leather.  The leather only partially covered her beautiful body such that bare flesh and pantyhose were visible in the most tantalizing places.  Just looking at her was a major tease. When she turned around, I realized the chaps had only a thin strap of leather on the back.  I could not have imagined a more attractive view of her backside.  Her dangly earrings accented her long hair under the leather cap and the black leather studded platform heels matched everything else. I wore my best burgundy corset and top to match a great hobble skirt that allowed me to walk only in mincing steps in my five inch heels.  She directed me to sit in the V-chair in the corner of the Complex and immediately realized that I could not spread my legs to sit on the two parts.  She laughed at my predicament as she put a large rubber straightjacket over my head. “Hold your arms up high,” she ordered as she slipped it on me.  “I will try to get in on fast before you get claustrophobia.”  She knows me and all my fears so well.  Read the rest in members