Berlin: femdom overseas.

When T - a long term submissive to my chambers - asked if I would accompany him on a BDSM trip to Berlin I didn’t hesitate to say ja! After all, as Berlin is seen by many as the kink capital of Europe and being a kinkster myself it seemed only right to investigate the city and all it had to offer. One of our objectives was to experience a German femdom session and where better to find dominant German ladies than Avalon, perhaps the most famous German chambers. This is my account of that session.

The Avalon studios are heaven to the sensual senses: long tiled corridors, silver walls, candles, soft music. The dungeon I am in is vast, and filled with the normal Mistress paraphernalia. As I only have thirty minutes alone with slave I start immediately into our session. I've already spotted a delicious looking whip to flog him with so I get him suspended by the wrists and start on him. It's not long before his back is a crisscross of red lines. Slave always takes my punishment well, but this time, the ferocity of my strokes takes his breath away. It's here, being in this dungeon, with the anticipation of another Mistress hurting my slave, my excitement comes out in my punishment. I am harder than usual, without mercy.

MISTRESS JOINS US

Mistress has changed from her short white nurses outfit into a black leather corset and short skirt, black stockings and heels. She suggests we hurt his feet so we suspend slave by his ankles.

BASTINADO

Slave makes a lot of noise as we take it in turns to cane the soles of his feet. Mistress and I look at each other and smile feeling each others pleasure in causing pain.

MUMMIFIED

Because slave is squirming around as we hurt it we decide to keep him still by mummifcation. We wrap him in black cling film, cut open the cling film to get to his cock and balls, which we tie nice and tight. We give him CBT by slapping and squeezing them. We use clamps and our fingernails to fuck up his nipples. He cries out. I slap his face, hard, 'how dare you be such a wimp in front of your Mistresses.'

WHIPPED

We have him secured over the whipping bench. We take it in turns to hurt him, with leather single tail whips. We slowly build up the whipping allowing him little breaks to catch his breath. I reach beneath him and squeeze his balls tight. Another break before starting the next phase of whipping.

You're going nowhere, I laugh as he writhes against the leather restraints.

The lines across his back show up a vivid, sharp red against his white skin. It's pleasing to see the efforts of our work. I run my fingers over the welts, 'you will take this for us, won’t you, slave.' He nods, breathless. I look at Mistress who is ready, poised for action. I give her the nod and she releases her whip. The tail slams into its skin, making slave yell. Together we build toward the finale, giving slave lash after lash on his back, his bottom.

THE END

Our ninety minutes is up. Slave is exhausted. We have pushed his pain limits, putting him through hell with hard CBT, breath play, whipping, mummification, face slapping, bastinado, nipple play.

I, however, am exhilarated.