Berlin: femdom overseas - a slaves account.

Last year I visited Berlin for femdom fun with, Slave T, a chambers regular. This is his account of our session at Avalon, a chambers in Berlin.

WHY AVALON?

Since the closure of the Other World Kingdom 'OWK', I had heard from pro-dommes that Avalon in Berlin was the pre-eminent retreat for European slaves to serve their mistresses. A quick look at their website did nothing to dispel these bold claims. The sheer size of the space available and the various types of rooms (including a full blown under-ground jail with several real jail cells) and equipment makes your typical dungeon in London look like a broom cupboard.

WHAT WERE YOU LOOKING FOR?

German dommes are well known for their Amazonian physical attributes as well as their renowned skills in some of the more sadistic BDSM pursuits; medical being the foremost amongst these. Imagine my surprise then when contacted, Avalon replied back to say that 'sorry no gas/nitrous was available.' A mistake surely or maybe something had been lost in translation? Unfortunately not and when coupled with the fact that not many of their dommes actually do medical, this put paid to that option for me and restricted our choices to a mere 10-15 other rooms within which we could play; including at least 6 dungeons!

WHAT DID YOU EXPECT AND WHAT DID YOU GET?

The location itself was definitely not what I expected. Rather than the bucolic, tranquil and isolated setting near a river, a Slough industrial estate would be nearer to the mark. Avalon also shares its building with several other businesses which did cause confusion when trying to find the right entrance. God forbid if we'd chosen the wrong one!

When we entered, everyone was friendly and accommodating with tea and coffee available. Good start I thought to myself and this did help to settle the nerves. The waiting room was small and filled with various BDSM paraphernalia which helped to pass the time as we waited for our chosen Mistress to arrive. Then we waited and waited some more. Eventually Mistress arrived and then we were moved to another identical room as other clients arrived. It did feel as though we were being shuffled around, although in a nice way.  I also expected a tour of the grounds but we never saw more than the two waiting rooms and the dungeon the entire time we were there.

Our German Mistress made a good first impression.  Tallish, slim and pretty with a very short nurses outfit on.

As expected her English was excellent and we were soon discussing the intricate details of the impending session.  Francesca being the domme that she is led on these talks and the two seemed to make an instant connection. In the end they agreed that Francesca and myself would start and our new Mistress would join us after thirty minutes.

DESCRIBE THE SESSION.

As always Francesca looks good enough to eat - black seamed stockings and an amazing black latex number that clings and shows off her svelte body.

Is it just me or is she standing taller and looking slightly meaner than normal? In any case there is a definite frisson of energy between us as we anticipate playing in this amazing space.

At first it's disorientating to be in such a cavernous space.  I can tell Francesca feels it too and doesn't quite know where to begin. But then in the blink of an eye she's got me suspended vertically by my arms so that I can just touch the floor on tip- toes.  I take the strain on my arms and then the whip comes out and the pain begins as Francesca works up and down my body.  I take a look in the floor-to/ceiling mirror and the smile I can see reflected in Francesca's face gives me a thrill and helps to offset some of the pain. But not much and by now I know I'm in deep trouble.

I cry for mercy but Francesca is now in the zone and the relentless rhythm of the nasty biting whip continues. Nothing else I can do now but endure it.

Instinctively my body reacts and I literally jump over the whip. It misses and I steal a nervous backwards glance at Francesca.  We both laugh.  So she is human after all. I was beginning to wonder! Much more whipping ensues to the point where I begin to think she takes so much pleasure in the welts on my back that she intends to draw blood.

Next I'm tied to a throne. Hands and feet are shackled which is very uncomfortable as my feet have to stretch some way back behind me.  So feeling not at all like I belong on a throne. I gasp in agony as Francesca twists and pulls my nipples. Squeezing, pinching, biting and clamping. She slaps my face and rubs my chest with black leather gloves which have sharp little spikes protruding from all over the surface.  So much pain.

Then I realise Mistress Natalia has joined us.

She also goes straight for the nipples. I'm now being double- dommed with one Mistress on each nipple. The pain is severe as each Mistress seeks to tear and rip my nipples.  I look up and see the two engrossed in my pain. There is no prospect of mercy. I squeal out repeatedly like a stuck pig. I can't feel my nipples. I can't take any more.

We move onto suspension. I'm tied upside down by my ankles and left to hang for my Mistresses' pleasure. The blood instantly rushes to my head.  They cane the soles of my feet. So much pain I can barely breathe. Then I'm embalmed in a black polythene wrap that winds round and around my body. Only my cock & balls and my face are left exposed and allowed to breathe.

Each Mistress repeatedly punches my balls.  Then one of them punches me so hard that I feel sick in my stomach.

I realise that it's now just about survival. They start to whip my balls and again I scream and scream. Francesca promptly sits on my face to muffle my cries.

I'm now out of the wrap and the sweat is literally running down my arms and legs in tiny rivulets. I'm grabbed violently by the throat in a vice-like grip. The pressure is intense and my head starts to pound. Just as I think I'm going to pass-out the grip is released. Then it returns even stronger than before. I start to kick my legs but still the grip holds. I see stars before my eyes. I try in vain to remove the hands. Finally I'm released and I gasp repeatedly for breath.

The session continues in a similar vein for some time, but most of the rest is a blur as I'm so intent on just getting through to the end. Then I realise it's over and I'm relieved more than anything else. Francesca smiles and shows me some affection by asking if I'm ok. Natalia just stares at me and wonders what all the fuss is about.