I've been online a bit too much this week, between BDSM and dominant bodybuilder forums. Someone asked about "embarrassing" things that have happened in sessions. All I can say is, "What is your tolerance for embarrassment?" C'mon, this is BDSM. And I'm sure I'm not the only one with a couple of stories.
I was a regular with an Empress in the late '90s at her dungeon in Jersey City. She suggested I buy body makeup to add to my "tarzan" character to look more like a leopard. Whatever. She told me where to buy it in Manhattan. I did, we set up the session time, I went into the bathroom and applied the powdery makeup on my chest, legs and face. I entered the session space and she LOVED it. After a few slaps, spanks, etc. she had me grovel to her feet on the floor. I was in deep subspace and the floor was carpet. I rolled around and noticed my makeup was all over the floor. I was horrified, thinking I was in deep trouble. She laughed and said something like, "Tarzan, go into the closet and vacuum the floor!" Apologizing I did it and she told me to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. I did and came back into the playroom fully dressed. She said, "What are you doing? Let's begin!" and we had a full session. A great memory from a gorgeous and fun Dominatrix.
There's another story with a different Mistress and was unique, and intimate, but that's it for now. Don't want to offend any moderators or anyone reading this.
Any other strange, unique, stories?
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