It’s that time of the year again, -- Pimm’s, Strawberries, yes, Wimbledon. It is certainly a busy time for me, as slaves bound for S.W.19 feel the need for training, discipline and of course some fun and games in general. Already this week, two gentlemen called in at my Fulham Temple en route for the tennis, so convenient they tell me on the District Line bound for Wimbledon.
One slave had a fetish for a Dominatrix to sit upon his face, he loved the feeling of submission as he lay on his back and felt the pressure of flesh upon his face. He had a craving for partial suffocation, but as a lady with medical training, I warned him severely and exercised great care, as my shapely buttocks pressed down upon his face. He was so excited that I could see his little member grow rigid and go into spasm. “You are not to ejaculate,” I commanded. He was so well trained in obedience and submission, that his penis became almost flaccid. However, I am a sympathetic Mistress, and as I pressed down upon him with my full weight, I gave him the necessary permission, and he came fully and delightfully………..
The other slave was craving strap-on training, and I greeted him in my special attire of a “waspie”, to emphasise my hour-glass figure with thigh length stiletto heeled boots. As a reminder of the occasion, I wore a little tennis skirt, which as he undressed, I removed to reveal a huge dildo. He surveyed it anxiously, but I reminded him that he had told me when booking that he wanted a large size. “Be brave”, I ordered, and a gently lubricated his anus with my gloved finger, which gave him great pleasure. I attached a chain to him and led him into the Dungeon. “No more delay”, I said, and I bent him over the bench with his legs apart. Holding him tightly with my two hands on his waist, I penetrated him slowly, his initial tension subsiding into a passive and tranquil enjoyment, then rising ecstatically as his prostate was massaged by my gentle movements. As I did not want his enjoyment to be over prematurely, I carefully pulled down his stiff penis, so it pointed straight down. “Thank you. Mistress”, he whispered. Then after a while, feeling the pressure reaching the point of no return, I released my grip, and he shot wildly and unrestrainedly ……..
So, two highly satisfied clients with very different requirements; but to all those who wish a session, I suggest you book soon, as the Wimbledon crowds contain a number of people with “additional interests”!!!
I Mistress Tanya of London can serve a session before or after the tennis; little tennis skirt and tie break optional with or without the tease!