A familiar reunion - A session with Mrs Moriah
“A familiar reunion - A session with Mrs Moriah“ was written for BDSMforyou.nl by slave ferdinand.
It had been almost 7 years since I last saw Mistress Moriah and since we shared a session together. After Mistress Moriah and I had once again enjoyed some friendly contact, She decided to invite me for a new session. It became a familiar reunion!
The day of the reunion
I came to Her feeling slightly nervous. Mrs Moriah put me at ease, and I had brought a little gift for Her as a token of appreciation, because She had invited me to experience beautiful and intense moments together again. Moriah is a beautiful woman and, in my eyes, a true and classic Mrs. A Mrs who doesn't tolerate any nonsense, a Mrs you respect. When I'm standing barefoot and She is in Her shoes, She is taller than me, and I'm really not small at 185cm. So that gives you an idea.
And then the moment came: after so many years I stood naked, defenceless but full of trust before Her. Mrs Moriah was beautifully dressed in rubber clothing, something I find very beautiful. It gives off such a wonderful smell and shows off the feminine curves so beautifully.
Small inspection
Mrs Moriah began with a small inspection to see whether I had been shaved neatly, and straight afterwards I was fitted with leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. With my blindfolded face towards the wall, I was fastened to the St Andrew's cross and my buttocks had to take it first. Various whips and paddles were used, each one different, with its own level of pain. Every time Mrs Moriah hit so hard that I almost had to beg for mercy, She could see from my body language that I was at my maximum pain level.
She stopped at exactly the right moment and pressed Her beautiful clothing against my body. She let Her warm hand glide over my chest, and the pain... you quickly forget that. The alternation between “pain & pleasure” is so delightful.
Once my buttocks were nicely warmed up, Mrs Moriah moved on to the front of my body. Now turned the other way round on the cross, I was given beautifully coloured clothes pegs on my chest. Apparently Mrs Moriah did not think it colourful enough yet, and with 2 colours of candles my chest was turned yellow and red by candle wax. The heat of candle wax is wonderful as it runs over your body.
Needles!
After I had been released from the cross, I was allowed to take a seat on the bondage table. My slave penis got the same candle wax treatment as my chest had, again a wonderful and intense feeling. The blindfold made way for a fabric hood without eyeholes, so once again I couldn't see anything. One sense taken away... so the other senses work extra hard to pick up everything around you. I lay there, unable to see anything, but I heard Mrs Moriah pick something up... the rustling sound was familiar from somewhere...
When I suspected what Mrs Moriah had picked up, the suspicion was confirmed when I felt a cold disinfectant mist over my nipple... Alcohol means: needles!
I hadn't felt needles for a very long time, so I stiffened up a bit. A stab of pain through my nipple and the first needle was already in... and the second needle straight after. After my nipple, of course, another part of me was also due a few needles, and it didn't stop at two. Eight needles went into my penis, and that feels rather good. Mrs Moriah suggested taking the next step... stitching!
Stitching
I was asked politely, because I had not experienced this before, and of course I agreed. The Mrs who was allowed to place my very first needles almost 7 years ago is also allowed to place my first stitches. A very special feeling and not even that painful, and once again a fantasy has become reality today. A beautiful experience.
Sounds and subspace
Still lying on the bondage table, I heard Mrs pick up something new again, and my hearing was right once more: sounds. It's always a wonderful feeling when such a beautiful piece of steel slides into your urethra.
And now a special moment came... Mrs Moriah was so skilful, delicious and subtle with the sounds. I enjoyed the feeling of the dilators, and she kept taking hold of my penis and balls in a wonderful way and teasingly pressing herself against me.
A feeling of pleasure, fantasy and the loss of the sense of sight were input enough to send me into subspace. Trembling and shaking violently, I lay there enjoying myself on the bondage table, and for a moment I went completely out of myself.
Losing control over your body while entrusting yourself to your Mrs is, for me, one of the most beautiful feelings in BDSM.
My hood was taken off because Mrs Moriah wanted to see my eyes, as I lay there in my own subspace world.
Mrs Moriah gave me time to “land” back in the world. Once I was out of my subspace, I was able to get back on my feet.
Electro
And another lovely play element was coming... electro. Pads from a TENS unit on my balls and a violet wand at the same time. The violet wand went over my entire body, the feeling, the sound and the smell... it remains a wonderful device.
But like all sessions, this one came to an end... after the delightful electro teasing, Mrs Moriah gave me 20 seconds to bring myself to release. Just within the time I got my release and the feeling was complete. A session with pain and pleasure, I experienced a new play element, was briefly away in subspace and had a wonderful release... this session was perfect for both of us.
If you get to experience a session like this as a slave with such a wonderful Mrs as Moriah... then you can truly count yourself lucky, and you go home sooo satisfied.
Mrs Moriah, thank you very much for this beautiful and intense moment. These are moments to cherish.
Your slave ferdinand