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I had the honor of serving Mistress Zito and Mistress Fang a couple of weeks ago. For my first session with the Fortress and with these gorgeous mistresses, I was mighty impressed. I believe that I am a "reluctant" slave, and by that I mean I have far more "limits" than "interests". I always strongly wish that either the mistress (that I am about to serve) reads my mind and humiliates me without me having to tell her any "script" during the session, or that she surprises me her improvisation (this is difficult because of my limited interests). My first session at the Fortress hinged primarily on the former (had shared a vague theme in advance), but also had elements of the latter. The session helped me explore my self more, and encouraged me to "update" my understanding for my next session - I would term that as a great success! The theme of the session was a cards (deck of playing cards) game that involved a distinct "punishment" / task for each suit of the card - for every "heart" drawn I was slapped, "spade" meant I was spit on, "club" meant I had to be "clubbed", and "diamond" implied that the mistresses would cut a hole in my underwear to humiliate me. The deal was that the "number / value" on the card dictated how many times the punishment would me meted at each draw. To worsen my predicament, I was asked to draw the first card. The mistresses had made me wear one pair of underwear on my face, and so my vision was restricted. Even until now, I am unsure whether indeed all the cards that were drawn over the next 50 odd minutes had such high "values / numbers" - I mean, I don't remember a single card of value / number being less than an 8 - were the mistresses simply toying with me? Could be! I never mustered the courage to ask. I was just a pathetic slave that was there for their amusement, which was fulfilled by me taking up whatever the mistresses thought of dishing out. When the rules had been explained, I actually thought I still might have my underwear intact by the end of the session, but my wishful thinking was crushed within the first quarter of the session (both pairs of underwear were in tatters by then!). All punishments were accomplished by a cruel dosage of verbal humiliation which kept me trembling until the very end. Later in the session involved both mistresses mercilessly drenching me and laughing at my pathetic, meek state. Mistress Zito then firmly said - "We are not finished with you yet! Would you drink it from a glass?" I just could not say no as I had no willpower to disappoint them - my mind did not even process the question and try to think whether I would enjoy it or not - I had just been habituated to say "yes" to everything and anything the mistresses commanded by then! It seemed to me that Mistress Fang and Mistress Zito had a playful competition going on between them, as they wanted to go one-up against each other in terms of humiliating and abusing me all along. For example, if I drew a 10 of "clubs" and Mistress Fang slapped me in a sensitive area times, just when I thought I was done, Mistress Zito would make it clear that she would also slap me in a sensitive area 10 times! And so, even though I wished at times that they forget, they mostly always repeated the same punishment twice for each card! Even at the end, when Mistress Zito filled a glass and ordered me to swallow it down in one go, Mistress Fang was quick to repeat the same! I am proud to say that both the mistresses broke me down by applying their craft with the kind of cruelty I could wish for! I would happily recommend everyone to dare and pay them a visit for some fun n' fear! I thoroughly enjoyed the session, but I am not too sure if the mistresses enjoyed humiliating and breaking me or not - only they can comment on that. I left questioning myself if they had fun - after all, why would they not also drench my face and hair directly? But as they say, maybe next time - the fun only got started perhaps! Perhaps they are already planning what all cruel things they now think they can do to me! P.S. A special shout-out to Mistress Emma who patiently answered all my queries and ensured I was satisfied with the professionalism and discreetness of the Fortress.

Is there a name for a fetish that would involve ripping clothes off a person's body? Does anyone have experience or fantasies about it? We've all seen people wear jeans with a hole in the knee or possibly a ragged-out back pocket. Maybe a t-shirt with holes just big enough for a fingernail to fit through. Ever felt like you had to restrain yourself from gripping-and-ripping those imperfections to the point where the clothing can't be worn anymore? What is it that excite you about either ripping the clothes off a person's body or being the one whose clothes are being torn off? My excitement comes from being the one whose clothes are ripped off or in the end, barely left draping my body when a woman's done with me. I imagine the excitement for her is to erotically humiliating me by doing it to me as it results in a CFNM situations. Although my preference would be for this to happen behind closed doors, I'll give an example of how it might happen in public.... You're in a hurry to catch the subway. You make it just before the doors close and reach for an overhead rail to brace yourself. The train accelerates and you notice a beautiful woman steps away holding the same rail. She's dressed well with perfect hair and makeup. The two of you casually exchange warm smiles and a few flirtatiously words as you catch your breath and move a little closer, acting like you're just making space for people already seated. The rail car hits a few bumps along the way, causing the two of you to brush against one another while chatting. She's confident and bold flirt, and after a while, teasingly slideing three fingers into a 2 inch horizontal-tear just below a pocket on the front of your jeans. The train arrives at the next stop and you turn your head to see a crowd funnel in. Meanwhile, her fingertips lightly scratch your skin just beneath the tear as you exchange phone numbers. Her fingers get dangerously close to your crotch and she seemingly thinks nothing of it. You're quickly aroused and she knows it as you inch closer to her in an effort to prevent others from seeing the effect she's having on you. You think to yourself; she really likes me! Then, without warning, her hand jerks downward, HARD, and rips the denim almost to your knee while she simultaneously walks off the subway as the doors slam shut behind her. In a split second, she's standing on the boarding platform looking back at you through the window with a bigger grin than before and giggling while blowing a kiss and mouthing the words "call me" as you grip yourself to try and cover up while trying to maintain balance as the train moves on. You're turned on by the whole experience and can't help but wonder... did she give me her real number? How do the MIstresses at The Fortress feel about ripping clothes off a person during a session? To make the ripping easy on you, the stitching in the seams could be weakened. Holes could be worn into the fabric to the point where it's much easier but still fun to rip the the fabric apart. The ripped or worn parts could be subtle but obvious enough for you to grip-and-rip in multiple locations. Looking forward to everyone's feedback. If you quote this post in your response, I recommend cutting quoting the very specific thing that might have caught your attention rather than the whole post.