BARCELONA MISTRESS

I count the street numbers down. I’m “two coffees” early but I want to locate the meeting place. 30, 28, 26. It looks more industrial than residential, forbidding steel shutters over the door. What am I doing here, in this strange street in this strange town? Adrenalin hums like electricity in my veins.

I’m worried about this one, I really am.

I’m in a full height steel cage to one side of an industrial space with chains, hoists and ominous looking hooks. Incongruously, a huge bed with rubber sheets dominates one wall. Whips hang on another.

What am I doing here? WHAT AM I DOING HERE?

Whatamidoinghere?  Fuck.

She’s tall, almost my height, willowy. Leather trousers; leather top over lace. I decide I need to see more leather over lace in photography. It looks awesome. A gold and black headband makes her look like a Flamenco dancer. Hot. Very hot.

She reaches through the bars and grabs my nipples, pulls me hard against the cold steel. Despite myself, my cock hardens, giving me away. Seeing this, she runs two lines of pinchy clothes pegs along the length of it so I can’t pull it back through the bars. They hurt. I’ve been there ten minutes and I’m already shaking. Not good.

I’m worried about this one, I really am.

Hands tied above my head in the centre of the room. A whip; heavy braided tails. My back, my arse; then she’s aiming for the soft spots, under my arse, between my legs, wrapping round onto my testicles. A bastard of a thing, an absolute bastard. I handle it badly, jumping at the impact.

I’m worried about this one, I really am.

Tied to the bed. She sits on top of me, her leather clad weight on my thighs. A candle. Wax drips on to my chest. She’s aiming for my sensitive nipples and finds them. Then she drips lines of hot wax onto my cock. It’s hot. Of course its hot, hot, but it’s also erotically hot; up close, face to face, her wanting to hurt me, the way she’s pleased with herself when she hits an exact spot. That kind of hot.

Same position, her fingers deep in my arse; then a dildo. I try to take it for her, I really do, but my body can’t relax enough and rejects it. She backs off, changes tack.

Fighting the dildo has driven me in too deep to be worried about this one any more. I am all sensation. I am all her; her lithe body, her piercing eyes, her soft accent, her weight on me. I am all her and the things she is doing to me.

The end game. Held tight to a steel post by layers of cling film. Rope on my cock and round my balls. Tight, tight rope. A vibrator on the end of my cock sending waves of pain/pleasure through me. She’s got my number now so she’s all over my nipples, tugging, pulling, pinching. Pain in my nipples, pain from the rope and all the time the hum of the vibrator. My cock is hard, pulsing against the rope. I’m desperate to come but I don’t. So she pinches harder, tightens the rope further and turns the vibrator up. And I still don’t come so she cranks everything up one more time. I’m shaking and crying out and begging to come but still I can’t. I just can’t.

I’m in absolute agony; not pain agony, though there is plenty of pain, but I’m in an agony of not coming. It’s unbearable, yet it goes on and on and on.

Eventually, she takes pity on me and releases one hand so I can masturbate while she works my nipples over one last time until I come all over the concrete floor in a heady, gasping rush.

I’m still shaking as I stand under the shower, with her watching, ten minutes later.

In the back of the taxi to the hotel, I curl up in a corner of myself, eyes unfocused, feeling the tension drain from my body into the fake leather of the car seat.

So that was Barcelona.

Fuck.

I THINK I’ll be back. Just not for a bit.

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The Mistress I met in Barcelona was the very beautiful Mistress Selina Bellatrix. She had me at the name. She seems young for a professional Dominatrix, but was very confident and took lots of time pre-session to properly understand my kinks. I would definitely see her again.

Any kinky folk visiting Barcelona need to get to Clandestino. They have 3/4 dungeon suites for rental by the hour to professionals or couples. They all have the same industrial vibe as the one we used. It is super well equipped and the place seems to be very professionally run. Get there. You won’t be disappointed.

 

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