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A Mind Blowing Fantasy Session

It was a warm summer day and the time for my session had arrived. I had called Fantasy Makers to book a session I had asked the phone receptionist to choose someone appropriate for my fantasy but keep her identity a secret from me.

I rang the bell and the door opened. I was ushered inside and shown to a small waiting room by a young lady wearing a slave collar and wrist bracelets. After completing some formalities I followed her to a room, where I was told to turn around, read the note on the table and do exactly as it said. The door shut and I was alone.

The note instructed me to remove all of my clothes and put them in the small duffle bag that had been placed under the table. I quickly removed my shoes, socks and shirt, continuing to read the note, which ended with a warning that any disobedience would result in serious consequences.

I finished removing my clothes, packed them in the duffle bag, and just as instructed, assumed a kneeling position, facing away from the door, with my eyes looking down. I waited for the next thing to happen, not knowing who would walk through the door or what plans she had for me.

After a several minutes I heard muffled footsteps in the hallway. I heard the door open. A voice told me not to move, and hands pulled a cloth bag over my head. I couldn’t see anything.

I was instructed to stand up and put my hands behind my back. I felt leather wrist cuffs being put on, then my hands were pulled sharply behind me and locked together. A collar was placed around my neck and secured with the unmistakable snap of a padlock. I felt what seemed to be a leash being attached to the collar.

I was right about the leash. After spinning me around a few times to disorient me, my captor opened the door and led me blindly out of the room. She tugged me here and there, in all possible directions. It was awkward to maneuver in a strange place without being able to see where I was going.

Finally I was told to stop. The end of the leash was placed on my shoulder. I sensed a door being opened in front of me. My wrists were unlatched from each other, and I was ordered to take 3 steps forward, wait until I heard the door close, and remove the cloth bag from my head.

I heard the click of the door closing and slowly removed the bag. As my eyes adjusted to the light in the room I was stunned at the image before me. I was in the dungeon. Sitting on the throne was an extremely beautiful Mistress wearing a chain top which accentuated her lovely gold nipple rings, a lacy pair of black panties with dainty garter straps attached to them, seamed black stockings and what appeared to be at least 6" stiletto heels. She looked absolutely stunning and I stopped dead in my tracks to admire her beauty.

I wasn’t allowed to admire her for long. She ordered me to drop to my knees, crawl to her feet and worship them, which I quickly began doing. She reached down, and taking the end of the leash, welcomed me to her dungeon. She introduced herself as Mistress Sierra and told me I was hers for the afternoon, to do with as she wished.

I continued worshiping her lovely feet until she told me to stop. She pulled up on the leash and told me to look at her face again. As I did, I couldn't help but notice that she had a very shiny knife in her hand and an evil glint in her eye. She smiled at me, and told me that any resistance was futile. She said she had ways of making sure I would do anything and everything she desired. The knife in her hand left no doubt in my mind that I was trapped in her web.

She removed the leash from my collar, took me over to the standing X cross and fastened me firmly to it. When I was safely secured she began to tease me with the knife, not hard enough to cut, but enough to let me know that it was a real knife, not some theatrical prop.

She continued to tease me at will. She pulled out an electrical spark generator, attached it to the knife and ran the blade over my skin, giving me the sensation of being cut without drawing blood.. Needless to say, that knife running across my skin had my full attention.

After playing with the electrified knife for several minutes, she retrieved the cloth bag and fastened it back over my head, reminding me that my clothes were left in the first room, where I had removed them, and. I wasn't going anywhere. I realized that I had been so busy following instructions that I hadn't even thought about my clothes or getting them back. I was stuck here!

She laughed at my predicament, jokingly told me not to go anywhere and said she would be back in a few minutes. I heard the door close behind her.

A few minutes later there were more footsteps, and the door opened. To my surprise, I heard the voice of the girl who had shown me to a room! She commented on how cute I looked on the cross, snickered and made a rude remark about my next predicament. She released me from the cross and removed the bag from my head, reattached the leash to my collar and instructed me to follow her, pulling firmly on the leash.

I was taken down the hallway and led through another door, this time into a medical examination room. The door closed magically behind me, and there was Warden Sierra, dressed in her prison uniform and holding a gun! Smiling, she informed me that the nice lady who had brought me here was going to observe and assist her in giving me a thorough checkup. She laughed as she unbuttoned her shirt to reveal the chain top and ringed nipples again.

I was ordered to get up on the examination table and lie on my back. I guess I didn't move fast enough for Warden Sierra, probably because I was mesmerized by her nipple rings and breasts still covered by her chain top But she got my attention real fast when she pointed the gun at me and told me to move it! She made her point and I hustled up onto the table.

As soon as I was on the table, Warden Sierra and her able-bodied assistant each took an ankle and shoved my feet into the stirrups. They firmly secured my ankles to the stirrups and attached my wrists to the head of the table. They fastened a narrow strap across my chest, reminding me that I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. I was prodded, examined and teased in every way imaginable by both Warden Sierra and her assistant. When I started to struggle, Warden Sierra took the gun, pretended to shoot my both of my balls, then blew at the tip of the gun as if it were a candle. She laughed and told me my ordeal was almost over as her assistant fastened the cloth bag over my head again.

I heard both ladies laugh. The door opened and I think one of them departed., but a minute later I heard more footsteps and a whole bunch of laughter from the ladies who had been called to see me experience my final ordeal of the day.

Warden Sierra announced to everyone that I had not moved fast enough when I got onto the exam table. I was going to receive a punishment enema as a result. I heard more laughter and snide comments about my situation as I felt an enema nozzle pressing on my rosebud and entering me. Then I felt it expanding, inside and outside of me, and I realized my fate was sealed.

I heard a click, and cold water invaded my body. I cramped immediately and more laughter erupted. I was reminded that I was being punished in front of all of the ladies in the house. There wouldn't be any relief.

After a few minutes the flow stopped. I felt the restraints being removed, freeing me from the exam table. The cramps were still hurting a whole bunch. I was helped to a sitting position, then to a standing position on the floor. The ladies were all teasing me and asking if it hurt. I couldn't say anything.

I was told I had to hold the enema for another 10 minutes and that the ladies would help me pass the time by spanking my backside with various implements. Encouraged by Warden Sierra , they took turns punishing me for being slow to move. I still had the cloth bag over my head so I had no idea who was giving me what.

After what seemed like an eternity, Warden Sierra told everyone that spanking time was up and I would be allowed to release the enema. I was led by the leash out of the room and into the bathroom where I was positioned over the toilet and told to remain standing so that the nozzle could be removed. I realized that a bunch of ladies were still there, several of them saying they wanted to remove the nozzle from my ass.

I felt many pairs of hands on me. It seemed to be a group effort to remove the nozzle and get me seated before I was given permission to release the enema. More laughter and taunting continued as I released the two quart enema while they watched. When I was finished Warden Sierra informed the ladies that the punishment was complete and thanked them all for participating.

She led me by the leash back to the medical room, with the cloth bag still pulled over my head, and closed the door behind us. She removed the cloth bag, collar and leash. She smiled at me, gave me a big hug and told me that I would find my clothes in the duffle bag on the chair at the head of the exam table. She then turned around and walked out the door.

I was given a few minutes to dress, then the lady in the collar reappeared, smiling knowingly. She escorted me down the stairs and back to the front door. My fantasy session was over.