From Slave to Master
It never ceases to surprise me how polarised can be the nature of man within the individual, not merely in dramatic changes of mood but in the actual essence of character, most notoriously in the story of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Fortunately my encounters have been with the harmless transformation of submissive to dominant. Most recently I was visited by the most servile creature, who would only approach me on all fours, and then would only be content when he was led around on a lead like an obedient dog, being intermittently whipped, and with his genitalia so bound and constricted to simulate a eunuch. Later in the session no amount of cock and ball torture or dilation seemed too much for him, and when on occasion he whimpered, he gushed with the most abject apologies and begged for more pain. Despite the most prolonged stimulation, he only climaxed on command, so devoted was he to his Dominatrix.
However, that very same gentleman requested a session for the next day in the persona of a Master. I granted his request, and both mentally and physically he utterly dominated my little slave girl Elizabeth. I was of course present to oversee this transformed client. In the Dungeon Elizabeth was bent over a whipping bench and was given a hard spanking on her pert firm buttocks, and some nipple squeezing followed. It was difficult to predict who would come first, but my little slave girl had four orgasms on the bondage- wheel . It was a very satisfying session for us all, and the gentleman, who had travelled from New York, where he had first seen my website, assured me he would visit my Chambers on his next business trip.