FEEDBACKS

FEEDBACKS

August, 2018

 
Coming as a day guest was scary, because i have no idea who I will meet.
I was lucky to get three young beautiful and very friendly Mistresses..
Lady Amelia, Lady Bella and Lady Lillith.
 
I actually enjoyed everything that happened, even though Lady Bella really got me out of my comfortsone when she made suck a dildo and hit my butt with a stick.
 
I loved them all and i would love to session with them again. Maybe even Lady Bella and Lady Lillith as a double session.
 
The day after i got to session with You. WOW, that was a great session!!
I was not so nervous since i got to meet you the day before when i was displayed in the hall.
 
After the very nice pre chat, i got to experience suspension in leather...wow, so tight and inescapeable!
Also thanks for bringing in Lady Bella and Lady so i got to lick and kiss their feet. Loved that.
ANd then being pulled tightly into a straitjacket and suspended in that swing was like heaven.
I found out that being exposed to other Mistresses while tied up and completely immobilised is a new major kink i have.
Thank you so much for making that happen. Also i have never been so scared in a session as when you brought in Lady Bella and Lady Cora the second time, and Lady Bella was wearing that strap on...
 
MY absolute favorite moments of my three days in Avalon was.
 
Be in Lady Christinas hogtie…
 
Being in a straitjacket and lowered down in the swing while You, and Lady Bella standing over me…
 
Being strapped on the bench with Lady Bellas panties lying over my nose and mouth while she played with me…
 
Being mummified by Lady Lillith and got to sniff her leather shoes while she played with me…
 
Being mummified by Lady Christina. The tightest i have ever experienced!!
 
 
So thank you Lady Mercedes, and please thank Lady Bella, Lady Lillith and Lady Amelia for taking such good care of me.
I can`t wait to come back to Berlin!!!!
 

 

 

A Dreamlike Visit at Lady Mercedes’ Hospital

Impatiently, I am waiting for my date at 7pm, as arranged before.
Time seems to stand still. I prepare myself to achieve a positive impression at my mistress. A fresh shave of my intimate region is needed again. It’s a highly erotic sensation to prepare yourself accordingly for such treatment. During that exercise I remember the scenarios already gone through with Lady Mercedes. What will happen today?

After I shaved and refreshed my testicles (personally, and intimately decorated by Lady Mercedes in an earlier session), I move in the direction of the Studio. A nearly endless half hour driving time. Finally, I am in front of the house. I step up the stairs and ring the bell. Entrance is granted, and a Lady guides me to the sitting room. She asks me to take a seat and wait. With pleasure I accept this order.

Only moments later I hear the steps of my Mistress. Lady Mercedes! She stands in front of me in her full elegance and beauty, with a sensitive smile. My slave-heart is pumping. My arousal goes up to my lumbar and my cheeks. She is wearing a latex-dress with high rips at each side, so that her black nylons can be seen. I could go crazy. Her appearance is always like a dream for me. After a short welcome Lady Mercedes guides me to the bathroom. Here I spend endless minutes waiting after I cleaned myself. But then the redeeming call to step out comes. I follow her to the clinic department.

She slips rubber socks and a rubber T-shirt on me, with openings at the relevant positions. She orders me to prone lie down on the sickbed, which is covered by a rubber sheet. In the stomach region lays a black rubber pad in such a way, that my back is in a higher position to allow for a sophisticated special treatment.

Lady Mercedes treats my anus with much lust and delight.
(With a strong voice): ‘Today you will receive such an enema that it will feel like your bowels exploding’ she says with a harsh voice while treating my anus. In the mean time I have become so horny, that I would do anything for her. It is a sensational feeling how she uses her fingers to extend my anus in order to prepare it for plugging.

Fully relaxed I expect the plug. ‘Next time it may be, that my maid will fuck you with a belt-on rubber cock, that would please me, ‘Lady Mercedes says. Why not immediately I think, I would be all too willing for such treatment. But Lady Mercedes knows, what I am entitled for – and what not. Still having the scenario with the maid in mind, she plugs me with the rubber plug. Helplessly I am delivered to her, but at the same time totally devoted.

After being prepared for the enema, I am allowed to stand in front of her. She pulls a rubber mask with openings for eyes and mouth over my head. She orders me over to the gynaecological chair, so that my back hangs over the catch bowl. She ties my arms and legs to the chair. Nothing goes any more. My horniness is easy to see from my very strongly erected cock – but my Mistress likes it. She adjusts the mirror, which hangs over my head in such a way, that I can follow her next steps in all detail.

She now combines the pipe that hangs down from the enema drip to
the rubber plug in my ass. The enema drip is filled with one and a half litres of water at least. Slowly and delighted, Lady Mercedes turns on the faucet. I can feel how my bowels swell. After a short moment she closes the faucet again.

‘Before we continue, you will now be supplied with needles. First, I will pierce your testicles, after that your nipples, and last but not least…’ (in my brains something like ‘what else all’ sounds up, I can hardly wait for it). ’I will set one or eventually two needles in your cock, let’s see’, she says and grasps for the bottle with disinfectant. Just the fluid applies a pungent pain on my glans penis. But immediately I know it will start soon, very soon.

First, Lady Mercedes applies a needle to my testicles, close to my piercing. A little bit of enema- and the next needle is applied in the region of my chest. Everything happens as my Mistress wishes. I do not deserve anything different. I belong to her and will humbly obey.

Today she applies the needle a bit lower in the chest-region. ‘Next time I will pierce a bit deeper’ she says decisively. ’Today you have good luck: I still have a couple of drops of Champaign left for you ’ she says triumphantly. She ties the catch bowl to the chair, combines it with a rubber pipe, which directly ends in the rubber slot of my mask in my mouth. She applies a regulator to it, so that she can let the sprinkling wine run down – or not, just as she loves it. Impatiently I am waiting for her Champaign. Slowly the precious wet floes into my sucking mouth. Continuously and alternating I receive the enema and the Champaign treatment.

‘ So, and now the next needle’. How? Where? Do I ask myself. ’This time your cock will be pierced’. Before I can get used to that idea, she locks my prepuce with a needle. Absolutely horny. ‘This time you get one in your cock, next time – who knows?’ Lady Mercedes leaves the answer open.
My testicles are close to bursting.

What a wonderful Mistress. I could be delivered for days in this place.
I will definitely ask this Mistress for another audience…

 

 

It was in summer 27 and on August 28th.
This was our second meeting at the Residenz, the first one had for me reached tops, it was exceptionally successful, you were rightly satisfied, I was amazed, I tried to translate it in writing.It could be difficult to stay on top, and considering my confessions the risk could be great for you to fall in easiness, to try to repeat the same proceedings, it was a kind challenge,so you take it up and you were once again impressive.
You deserve all the more credit than I was not in the best mood, I was anxious, concerned mind, and even sick.

You announced very simply before the session, I will be in your hands and under your command, your hands were again very experts. The session was as perfect illustration of this only preliminary formula. The session was an exercise in style, as the continuous variation of this formula until the final announced explosion. It was feeling more in sensation,more in perception, most erotic, softer, less intense, but with more suggestions, more conditioning fom you than the first one and with twounforgettable times again: the scene in the hall and the announced final.

So this session was often in correspondence with the first one, and often subtly in reference and in answer to my feed-back.

Maybe because I had just seen the exhibition "Vermeer and Music " The art of love and leisure in the National Gallery in London with paintings of Vermeer and other artists of the time and antique instruments, this time I had the impression that you were a professional virtuoso soloist cellist who received an ancient, damaged, out of time instrument.The first day with your you hand, you took possession, you caressed, granted, tested, you played with a few lines. On the second day, you have performed the morning a suite of JS.Bach in the Hall as in a church between mysticism and sensuality to bring great serenity (such as Anner Bylsma) and finished as an encore in a concert piece of Arpegionne F Schubert sonata with a jubilant melody and explosive. (as Emmanuel Fuermann).

My comparison has its limits because even if your hands are expert and they were able to restore me, even if you are a virtuoso, and thus able to make me cry as and when you want you cannot make me emit very melodious sounds.

The evening, when you came for me in a very sexy leather dress, with on the front a very naughty zipper, half opened that drew a deep low neckline,with bare legs, in black leather shoes with high heels, showing your coppered skin leaving exhaled an intoxicating perfume, you were both more desirable and more inacessible than ever.You were once again fascinating and exciting, but it was very frustrating for me because I could not truly completely appreciate:You were doubly vicious before, granting me a relief as a reward wich came too much early and promising me a hard CP session as I had never experienced with your new whip.What followed was much more than a CP session, it was a incredible torrid scene in the great hall, mixing with a clever combination eroticism, sadism and humiliation, in which you have marked me, you reminded me my place and which so much disturbed me that I was not any more able to count in English.

The final announced from the beginning and secretly desired by me, with a reminder of the evening session, humiliating, as in the first session with you, but more sensual, make me unconscious.

The "Nachgespräch",on the terrace of the residence bathed in sunlight, on a hot summer afternoon, under the silent ducks eyes, with you L.M. become again miraculously a simply elegant radiant S.M. in pretty light print dress, is for me like the memory of a daydream as if time had stopped for a too short moment of happiness away from the vicissitudes of daily life, like in a little paradise with a respecful and very considerante indulgent charming intelligent woman.

Unfortunately at the time of the departure, probably due to the transformation, I have not been entitled to the usual big hug.It doesn't matter i arived off-colour I left full of energy as invigorated by you and your hands, I walked to the airport for a long time, finishing on a small path between small houses of Tegel and the river as in a fairy tale. The return to reality was a little bit difficult but in my absence my orchid bloomed again for the first time.

During the last session your appearance in a sexy fetisch outfit unknown to me was a shock . The session was with a phenomenal sensuality, too long my fault despite your expertise and dexterity, it made me want to come back quickly.

 

Feedback: The men whisperer

‘Men whisperer’, not just a word, but somehow formative, absolutely positive for me.

That’s how I perceived it.

A thoughtful woman in a beautiful nurse’s uniform leads me to the clinic.

She looks deeply into my eyes, calls me with my name, and explains the imminent treatment.

With words, physical contacts, gestures, totally calm, totally factual, lightly but determined.

She frightens me a bit, is comforting nevertheless.

Never ranting, always touching me deep in the centre of my lust…

She escorts me in the play, with words spoken in always-perfect tone, with warm, sometimes hard gestures she tells me I must not hesitate to scream, to let it out, I must continue to breathe, it must be, unhappily…

She knows what I need and gives it to me, so that I feel secure, can let me fall, as she is with me and looks after me.

She whispers deep into my soul, emotions, I will never forget…

 

Feedback another time.....

I’m sitting in my car directed to the highway. Traffic is slow. Red lights, speeder maniacs, pusher. As it is in Berlin. But today it does not annoy me at all. I’m totally relaxed. I’m coming from HER! I was at the Avalon. My thoughts go back. It is unbelievable. Minutes ago I was cosily sitting for a coffee with Lady Mercedes. I ask myself ‘is this the same woman’? She sits there, stylishly dressed, attentive, friendly. She is a good listener, a bit ironic from time to time, always awake. Is this the same woman who had pushed me minutes ago into the darkest grounds in her cabinet? Who beat up my ass and the sole of my feet? Who plugged me with the steel plug and left me fidgeting, shrugging, and screaming, obviously having a lot of fun?

 

She, who now is so polite and friendly to me, humiliated me with dirty claims and actions only minutes ago. Yes it is she, sitting there, smiling, decent and of style, but arrogant, sadistic, cruel only minutes ago. Just as I like it.

 

Tomorrow, when pulling on my shirt at the fitness studio, I will have to look for a dark corner in the dressing room. During my exercises, when my nipples rub the fabric, I will think of you remembering yesterday’s events, and a smile will be on my face.

 

 

 

It was in summer 27 and on August 28th.

This was our second meeting at the Residenz, the first one had for me reached tops, it was exceptionally successful, you were rightly satisfied, I was amazed, I tried to translate it in writing.It could be difficult to stay on top, and considering my confessions the risk could be great for you to fall in easiness, to try to repeat the same proceedings, it was a kind challenge,so you take it up and you were once again impressive.

You deserve all the more credit than I was not in the best mood, I was anxious, concerned mind,and even sick.

You announced very simply before the session, I will be in your hands and under your command, your hands were again very experts. The session was as perfect illustration of this onlypreliminary formula. The session was an exercise in style, as the continuous variation of this formula until the final announced explosion. It was feeling more in sensation,more in perception,most erotic, softer, less intense, but with more suggestions, more conditioning from you than the first one and with twounforgettable times again: the scene in the hall and the announced final.

So this session was often in correspondence with the first one, and often subtly in reference and in answer to my feedback.

Maybe because I had just seen the exhibition "Vermeer and Music " The art of love and leisure in the National Gallery in London with paintings of Vermeer and other artists of the time and antique instruments, this time I had the impression that you were a professional virtuoso soloist cellist who received an ancient, damaged, out of time instrument. The first day with you, your hand, you took possession, you caressed, granted, tested, you played with a few lines. On the second day, you have performed the morning a suite of J.S.Bach in the Hall as in a church between mysticism andsensuality to bring great serenity (such as Anner Bylsma) and finished as an encore in a concertpiece of Arpegionne F. Schubert sonata with a jubilant melody and explosive (as EmmanuelFuermann).

My comparison has its limits because even if your hands are expert and they were able to restoreme, even if you are a virtuoso, and thus able to make me cry as and when you want, you cannot make me emit very melodious sounds.

The evening, when you came for me in a very sexy leather dress, with on the front a very naughtyzipper, half opened that drew a deep low neckline,with bare legs, in black leather shoes with high heels, showing your coppered skin leaving exhaled an intoxicating perfume, you were both moredesirable and more inaccessible than ever.You were once again fascinating and exciting, but it was very frustrating for me because I could not truly completely appreciate:You were doubly viciousbefore, granting me a relief as a reward which came too much early and promising me a hard CPsession as I had never experienced with your new whip.What followed was much more than a CPsession, it was a incredible torrid scene in the great hall, mixing with a clever combinationeroticism, sadism and humiliation, in which you have marked me, you reminded me my place and which so much disturbed me that I was not any more able to count in English.

The final announced from the beginning and secretly desired by me, with a reminder of theevening session, humiliating, as in the first session with you, but more sensual, make meunconscious.

The "Nachgespräch",on the terrace of the residence bathed in sunlight, on a hot summerafternoon, under the silent ducks eyes, with you L.M. become again miraculously a simply elegant radiant S.M. in pretty light print dress, is for me like the memory of a daydream as if timehad stopped for a too short moment of happiness away from the vicissitudes of daily life, like in alittle paradise with a respectful and very considerate indulgent charming intelligent woman.

Unfortunately at the time of the departure, probably due to the transformation, I have not been entitled to the usual big hug.It doesn't matter I arrived off-colour I left full of energy as invigoratedby you and your hands, I walked to the airport for a long time, finishing on a small path between small houses of Tegel and the river as in a fairy tale. The return to reality was a little bit difficult but in my absence my orchid bloomed again for the first time.

During the last session your appearance in a sexy fetish outfit unknown to me was a shock . The session was with a phenomenal sensuality, too long my fault despite your expertise and dexterity, it made me want to come back quickly.

 

Dear Lady Mercedes

Just now returned home, I want to thank you cordially again for today’s marvellous experience. Until now it was great every time (thanks also for that!), but today it was indeed an absolute highlight.

I’m aware that sessions are your profession and everyday life, but one does not feel treated like one of many customers (as e.g. at a haircutter). Not only do you shape your session’s absolutely professional, but with a wonderful love to detail. Despite all (requested) exposure, one feels really well hold. You never gave me the impression that my phantasies would be strange (or even pervert), though I myself sometimes feel they are. Instead you allow living the phantasies while playing, without feeling oneself bad about it.

The sexual component which takes a central place, though it is not ‘all’, is not reduced to reaching the orgasm (or several), but is incredibly diverse, its indescribable how you succeed with steering the curve of arousal.

Certainly such a session costs me a big part of my monthly salary, and certainls this is money I have to work for rather hard, but so far it was worth every single Euro. You have a really therapeutically effect on me.

 

Summary: THANK YOU!

 

 

 

 

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