Mistress Kang

Hmm...I'm inclined to believe this was just one long crazy detailed melatonin induced fantastical dream.

Metal stocks that secure your ankles, neck and wrists. Leaving your foot soles, underarms, and torso open for tickle torture ?

The holidays are clearly here!! Mistress Georgia Westwood is currently in training. Calling upon ya'll again for your guinea-pig services ? Here are her stats: Ethnicity: British Languages: Fluent English (no accent) Height: 5'6" Shoe Size: 8 Please email [email protected] with a bit about what you're willing to endure for the sake of her training. Subject Line: Training with Mistress Westwood Here are a couple of teaser photos ?

They sure will be!

Someone who calls themselves "ScreamsAlot" haha He may claim his identity if he so wishes ? Completely flattered. The part about the rubber brick being used in a metronomic manner *chefs kiss*. But what's most impressive is the PTSD-action. Has that ever happened to you?!?! Summary and question I experienced once a violent, spontaneous, prolonged orgasm in the middle of the night just an hour or two after an intense session ended. Like a delayed reaction. This was a really odd experience. I was wondering if this is known to happen as a session aftershock, or if it is a freak occurrence. Any info about related experiences is appreciated. This scene haunts me to this day...... The Story 1. Prologue This happened a while ago. For some reason I feel like narrating now. At that point in my sub career I had experienced only a couple of sessions and only one two-hour session. They had been wonderful sessions. In fact, someday I will write about the very first one and publicly acknowledge and thank that Lady. Fantastic as these introductory sessions were, even having no point of comparison at the time, I felt intuitively that I would enjoy more intensity and well, just, MORE. More of what, I was not sure. So then I had a last minute opportunity to travel to the City. I noticed one particular place that caught my eye. Hard to tell why. I think it projected a level of professionalism that promised an interesting session. Making an appointment was a nightmare because of my insistence on using email (see other threads on communication difficulties...). The situation got complicated by a plane delay which threatened to compromise the whole thing. I had to call several times to update on the plane situation. I have to say that the Lady on the phone (I was forced to call given the emergency status) was exceptionally nice, being that she had to calm me down as I was getting desperate. I finally arrived in the City with barely enough time for the taxi ride to the hotel, and a quick shower. The latter is important because I cannot imagine presenting myself without having taken a shower, ever. I changed (always clean clothes before a session!) and rushed to the address. There, more drama because the code at the door did not work, etc. I give all these details of the pre-session because I strongly believe that, together, they defined my state of heightened alertness and therefore contributed to the intensity of the session. (well, and also because I am pathologically unable to tell a concise story http://www.maxfisch.com/thehang/images/graemlins/default_dark/smile.gif 2. The Session I entered the antechamber of the dungeon and followed the instructions, walked as instructed to a small room, disrobed, and then proceeded to the torture room. I found out later from posted comments that some people really hate the impersonal (literally!) protocol. Well, it got me into a further state of excitement. This was the real deal. Totally controlled. I love that place. She entered the room after a long wait. I did not mind the wait. It gave me a chance to look around the room and get simultaneously frightened and excited. Looking at all kinds of instrument the purpose of which I could only imagined in fear in a room furnished in a way that, somehow, said there is no escaping now! She entered. She looked much taller than I expected, but I think the high heels and my, by then, significantly altered mental state might have been playing games with my perception. We talked for a short time. Here is one of the two key statements that defined what happened next: I told Her that I liked the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable and that I liked cock slapping. The latter statement was because of what happened in my very first session: I was laying down on my back, cock resting straight on my body; she suddenly slapped me. Not that hard by sessioning standards, But I had never experience that feeling. The feeling of a Woman taking over of my most intimate parts. And the dull pain that came with it, a completely new sensation. So I was seeking to experience this feeling again. The second determining statement went like this: I was young then (in bdsm experience, no in age mind you!) so I carelessly said that I would love to be pushed very hard. I had the feeling that this was a very professional place. Well, She was very professional alright: she did listen to, and act on my two requests.She explored a whole range of new (to me) territory. A ring around the cock delivering some kind of evil electrical torture, an electrified plug sort of thing was inserted, evil clamps,......yes she really pushed me hard. And she did pay attention to my first stated interest: a lot of the session was spent with my legs held spread out in various ways, including impressive rope work, allowing for convenient access to apply relentless cock abuse. With a variety of implements, orientations, rhythm, etc. I screamed and begged for the two hours. I was experiencing for the first I guess what is called hard bdsm. As the session was nearing its end, She inflicted the grand finale. I asked for mercy as she was using what can only be described as big brick of black rubber on my cock. The pain was not the only reason for the mercy plea, the main reason was the inexorable regularity of Her hits. Like a metronome. Unstoppable. I could not take it anymore. Although without tears (a deficiency of my lacrimal glands), I was crying. A lot. 3. The event Moving very slowly as the session ended, I dragged myself to the shower under her guidance. I was still in a deep state of .... well I don't know how to describe it, except that I was moving very slowly through a dense fog, like in a dream. Always very professional, she kept asking me simple questions to make sure that was still with the living and that I was not going to pass out or something. In the shower I looked down and I remember thinking in a detached way that I had never known that penises could get bruised. It looked like it was swelling a bit even. Not having an erection. Swollen. Yes, she had delivered on my requests. And, incidentally, she had made me discover how much I enjoy hard abuse. Cannot explain it. It just is. She started my exploration of new, edgier activities. I owe Her entirely the next phase of my bdsm journey. So I barely made it back to the hotel, just a couple of blocks away. In fact I could barely keep my eyes open while walking. Threw the clothes on the floor and fainted on the bed. I am not sure that I fainted from a strict medical definition, but it really felt like it. I went into a deep sleep on top of the bed (not even the energy to get under the covers). I suddenly woke up in pitch darkness. With an almost unbearable sensation emanating from my cock. Let me try to describe. A combination of light throbbing pain and, guys reading will understand, the intense pleasure sensation that occurs just before release. With the difference that the latter normally lasts only a moment, whereas it felt like lingering for a extended period.Now it really does not matter whether the physical event lasted only a moment and my brain fooled me into stretching it, or whether the physical event actually lasted that long. It does not matter. Either way, the fact is that I experienced a prolonged orgasmic state emanating from my poor, abused cock.Spontaneously. While sleeping. And yes, it was accompanied by the generous discharge that one would expect from such an event. I laid there awake in the same position staring at the ceiling for a very long time. Unable to move. Paralyzed. Just listening to my body and to that part of my brain of which I was previously unaware. Relating my current feelings with the memories of what She had done. Reliving and trying to reconstruct what just happened and what had happened a few hours before. Just trying to process a unique event, unlike anything that one is prepared to experience. 4. Epilogue The morning after was difficult. Let us just say that it was like having the worst hangover ever without the headaches and the nausea. Still moving through a dense fog. Still reliving in slow motion every microscopic detail of what She did to me. Still trying to understand why the thought of Her taking over every inch of my body, especially the forbidden ones, for Her sadistic pleasure could arouse me so much. Well, arousal without erection. It would be days before en erection could even be envisioned. And then the questions. Did the orgasm happen because the bruised state produced masturbatory sensations? Or is it possible that the accumulated mental energy is enough to produce such an event? Is it a combination of both? Did others have similar experiences? Would they be willing to share? Above all, will it ever happen again? I have traveled to the City since then but schedule constraints did not permit a repeat visit, unfortunately. I have a list of visits that I need to make to thank in person Ladies who have had a profound influence on my journey into my submissive, masochist self. She is at the top of that list. I hope to be able to do this soon.She won't remember me. She may not care that much about this story; after all she is a professional and she has probably heard and seen so much...... But, still, I must see Her again. I owe Her. SA

It's heartwarming to spend holidays with friends and family and see relatives we don't normally see during the year. If you're feeling adventurous, you have my personal permission to wear chastity and/or butt plug to dinner or play a mildly themed BDSM movie while waiting with the family for dinnertime to roll around haha HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

Aww, it's OK. I'll extra-punish you next time for misleading me. PROMISE.

Hi FR! Menacing images usually come to mind when I hear "piercing" and "eyes" in the same sentence. Nevertheless, you have been nicely lubed back into the clutches of FF ? Kudos to Mistress Feng for taking it easy on you...*this* time.

Whoo-hoo!! We should kick things up a notch this time. Why not.

Check out Mistress Feng's new profile on the site ? https://www.fortressnyc.com/players/mistress-feng/

Call me Task-Master-Kang LOL I call on our loyal subs again to help me train our newest Fortress Player, Mistress Aria Song. Training session rates are discounted. Here are her stats: Ethnicity: Chinese Languages: Fluent Mandarin, Fluent French, Conversational Spanish, Fluent English (no accent) Height: 5'9" Shoe Size: 8 Please email [email protected] with a bit about what you're willing to endure for the sake of her training. Subject Line: Training with Mistress Song Here are a couple of teaser photos ?

Your invitation is kind and naive ? I am giving you a virtual head pat for it.

I have the privilege of attending Mistress Gong's "Ted Talks" before many of her sessions. She is a remarkable planner for each scene and it starts at the break of dawn. I am often awoken with enthusiastic plans of her sadistic perversion that somehow coincides with whomever she is subjecting. Complete with graphic examples and descriptions LOL What joy...

Purple Room has its own shower and the restroom is right outside of the playroom door.

Mistress Koi will have new photos coming soon! We'll post an announcement here on the Forum ?

Do you mean like AT&T Rollover Minutes?? My goodness, what a novel idea for session minutes! I would leave it up to the professionals to figure out what they'll do with you during your time together, it's what we're best at ?

Hi Lin! I did get your email and tried replying several times but it bounced back. I think the email address entered on the submission form was incorrect as it is just every so slightly different from this one used on your Forum account. So sorry we missed you today! I will email at the correct address in a few minutes. Please check your Spam Folder in case it ends up there. Hope to see you soon!

Perverse!!

I love when your only two brain cells work together ?

Ooh I would LOVE that :-)))))))

What is a telltale sign that you're going to have a kick-ass session with someone? What about a telltale sign that the session will not be as good as you'd hoped? If they are really good at banter that is clever and know to stay within the bounds of D/s, I know I'm going to have fun doing stuff to them. If you smell weird, I will be sad..

It definitely speaks to me. Reminds me of the book cover art for Heinlein's Stranger In A Strange Land. It's an image of Smith hiding underwater, martian water-brother. The image in your painting looks like it is underwater to me. The tentacles feel menacing...

I guess ya'll have been some REALLY good boys lately. So good that you've successfully summoned the divine return of Mistress Eva Koi!! Even though she has a limited availability, she will be so delighted to see all you goody-two-shoes ? Book a session by emailing [email protected] with the subject line: Mistress Koi. Her rates are as follows: Double-Domination: $195 per hour, $180 per hour for two or more hours. Regular: $260 per hour, $240 per hour for two or more hours. Dinner and Domination: $850 A few teaser photos for now...more to come!

Once again, I look to you loyal Fortress subbies to allow us to use you for our embetterment. We are offering discounted training sessions with our newest addition, Mistress Angel Feng. Please email [email protected] with a bit about you're willing to submit to for the sake of their training. Subject Line: Training with Mistress Feng. Mistress Angel Feng Stats: Ethnicity: Chinese Languages: English (no accent), fluent in Mandarin Chinese and Fuzhounese Height: 5'1" Shoe Size: 5 Here are a couple of teaser photos ?