Thank you, Goddesses. Thank you.
I wanted to write an account of a truly mind-blowing experience that Mistress Kizumi very kindly arranged for me. The story begins during my second session with Mistress Kizumi when I remarked that I found the idea of serving two dominant women at the same time highly arousing. My fantasy revolved around the idea of serving drinks and snacks while the ladies chatted and generally enjoyed themselves. My duties would also include foot worship and foot massage. Of course, clumsiness or disobedience would be punished, but that almost goes without saying. Mistress Kizumi said she could ask her good friend Madam Kitty to help make my fantasy a reality. A few days later, we had set a date and a format: I would serve Mistress Kizumi exclusively for the first hour of the session, after which Madam Kitty would join us for the following two. Mistress Kizumi also warned me to be sure to use her friend’s correct title—always Madam Kitty, never Mistress Kitty. I was doubly determined to get it right when I read Madam Kitty’s website. Not only is she quite famous as a dominatrix in her own right, but she is also the head teacher at a school for aspiring Dominas!
I couldn’t wait for the day of the session, especially as I’d promised to remain chaste for the entire waiting period. As is apt to happen in such circumstances, I sublimated my growing sexual tension into thinking of ways to please my Dominant: What drinks should I bring? Are these chocolates really good enough? What scent should the massage oil be? On her website, Mistress Kizumi says she will “inhabit every corner of your tiny little mind.” In my case, at least, that’s exactly true.
At last, the great day arrived. I found myself naked in the preferred “greeting” position (head to the floor, arms stretched out, bum up) in front of my Mistress. She gave the command, and I gently kissed each of her shoes once in greeting. She’d chosen to wear the most exquisite strappy patent leather sandals and sheer stockings. We were barely two minutes into the session, and already I was helplessly aroused.
Mistress Kizumi told me that she wanted to present me to Madam Kitty with a properly reddened backside. So, without wasting any time, it was up on the bench, ready for corporal discipline. In this position, I could see the rest of her outfit: a black silken negligee with curved slits cut out so that the remaining cloth formed graceful loops, complementing the contours of Mistress’ perfect figure. I also caught sight of Mistress Kizumi’s beautiful face as she gave a wicked smile and began the beating.
After a time, Mistress Kizumi announced that she was satisfied with the color and that she was going up to greet Madam Kitty. I was left to wait, blindfolded, tied, and with weights attached to my private parts. Mistress Kizumi returned quite soon and released me. I was leashed and ordered to crawl after her to the sitting room, where Madam Kitty awaited us.
As Mistress Kizumi unleashed me, I was able to sneak a glance at Madam Kitty. She wore a regal black gown that reached down to the floor, quite demure, except that it was made of a diaphanous, silky material, through which I could see her shapely, stocking-clad legs. With her raven-colored hair and red lips, I felt I was in the presence of the wicked and incredibly beautiful queen from a fairy tale. Upon being unleashed, I quickly assumed the greeting position and waited for her further commands. She took a long moment to inspect me and took note of my reddened behind. She complimented Mistress Kizumi on her excellent work in preparing me. Then, she ordered me to kiss her feet in greeting, and I had the thrill of kissing the toes of her matte-black leather pumps.
I always like to bring a little extra tribute for Mistress Kizumi, not because she expects it but because she deserves it, and I enjoy giving it to her. Of course, I’d brought the same for Madam Kitty. The Ladies gave me permission to present the tribute, so I scurried off on my hands and knees to retrieve the envelopes I had brought. The Ladies commanded me to lay the notes out at their feet, which I did. Fortunately, I had chosen good-quality new notes and had already arranged them facing the same way. Even so, Mistress Kizumi was dissatisfied and ordered me to adjust the spacing between notes to make them symmetrical. Picture the scene, if you will: the beautiful Goddesses, the tribute laid in a neat semicircle, and a humble, freshly chastised slave on all fours in the middle. At their command, I gathered up the notes, put them back in their envelopes, and offered them up to the Goddesses. They thanked me politely, but Madam Kitty remarked that the envelopes themselves were lacking—next time, I should bring better-quality black envelopes and take the trouble to write their names on them in gold. I felt a little remorseful at not having gone the extra mile but also grateful to Madam Kitty for teaching me how to be a better slave.
It was time for me to show the Ladies the delicacies I had brought for them. They seated themselves on a comfortable sofa while I knelt by the coffee table. First, I presented the Champagne, being sure to kneel up with my arms extended and head bowed so both Ladies could read the label without strain. I did the same for the soft drinks (both women drink only sparingly, so I had made sure to bring a good non-alcoholic selection) and the chocolates. I was delighted when they said I had chosen well. I served the drinks and the chocolate assortment while they relaxed. They both remarked that the dark chocolates were the best, so I’ll be sure to bring more of those next time. They were gracious enough to include me in their conversation, and it was here where I began to confuse their titles. Of course, I corrected myself mid-word, but that was not going to pass muster with Dominatrixes of this caliber. Madam Kitty informed me that I would receive a cane stroke for each infraction and that I was up to five so far. But for now, she wanted me to clean her shoes. Her exact expression was, “I want them to fu*king sparkle.” I should mention that both Goddesses hardly ever use profanities or raise their voices, so her choice of words and no-nonsense tone really emphasized the importance of my task. I went to work, licking and sucking the black leather. After a few minutes, Madam Kitty interrupted me and told me to crawl to the dungeon and fetch a straight-handled cane. Like a dog fetching a stick for its Mistress, I returned with a cane held between my teeth. Filled with trepidation, I offered it up to her. What was she planning? As it turned out, she just needed something to use as a pointer (at least for now!). She tapped the outside part of her shoe and told me I’d missed that part. Grateful for the instruction, I rectified the error. Needless to say, I also cleaned Mistress Kizumi’s shoes meticulously, paying special attention so as not to repeat my previous mistake. The Ladies discussed my performance as a shoe-cleaning slave and gave me a four-out-of-five rating—my main fault being that they had to remind me to provide proper leg support. I resolved to do better next time. Only “five out of five” is good enough for Mistress Kizumi and Madam Kitty, in my opinion.
Mistress Kizumi said that I had earned a little treat. That excited me but also scared me, as the word “treat” has a somewhat ambivalent meaning when uttered by a Dominant Woman. Nevertheless, I obeyed Mistress Kizumi when she told me to lie down and spread out my arms and legs next to a dancing pole. Madam Kitty, using the pole for balance, placed her foot on my chest and hitched her skirt over my head. The sight of her beautiful, stockinged leg and the curve of her rounded buttock encased in silken underwear just drove me wild. Of course, with pleasure comes pain: Madam Kitty put some of her weight into her foot and gave me a new insight into why they call them “stiletto” heels. As she did this, I felt a growing pressure on my cock and balls—I couldn’t see, of course, but I guessed Mistress Kizumi was resting her foot on them. I felt a rhythmic pumping sensation as though Mistress Kizumi was treating my privates as her very own personal accelerator pedal. Certainly, my engine was well and truly revving.
“You’ll remember this for a while, won’t you, slave?” said Madam Kitty in her sexy West Coast accent.
“Forever, Mistress Kitty,” I replied.
Both Ladies laughed, both at the sentiment and at the fact I had just earned myself another cane stroke.
It was time for me to massage the Ladies’ feet. They resumed their seats and told me to tell them what massage oils I had brought. I explained that I had made a special blend just for them, consisting of pure organic almond oil and essential oils of rose, lavender, and bergamot (a classic combination of base, mid, and top notes). I was completely stoked when the Ladies said that they really liked the scent. I removed their shoes and then, with trembling hands, obeyed their orders to undo their suspenders and gently, ever so gently, slide their stockings down and off.
I poured a little oil onto my hands and began the massage. In the “vanilla” world, I’d received compliments for my massage skills, and I think the Ladies were pleasantly surprised. The key is to really focus—does this muscle feel tight? Is there a knot here? Don’t just go through the motions. Let the Goddesses feel your devotion and reverence. Both Goddesses wanted me to concentrate on their insteps (apparently wearing high heels creates tension in this area). Of course, I complied and was overjoyed when my ministrations elicited a little sigh of pleasure from each of them.
The Goddesses decided it was time for me to receive my punishment for not addressing Madam Kitty properly. Mistress Kizumi told me to bend over with my hands resting on the ends of an armchair with my legs apart. I waited, exposed and vulnerable, while the Ladies put their stockings and shoes back on. Madam Kitty told me that I had earned ten strokes and that I was to count and thank her. Two strokes into the punishment, I was ordered to turn. When I did so, I saw Mistress Kizumi leaning back against the pole with her stocking-clad right foot and leg extended beautifully. I remembered that Mistress Kizumi had said I would be taught about ladies’ stockings, and now I was to receive my lesson. Once again, Madam Kitty used her cane as a pointer, gesturing first to the dark fabric reinforcement around Mistress Kizumi’s delectable foot (called a “Cuban heel”), then the “seam,” then the “keyholes” (used for securing suspenders), and then finally to the dark bands of fabric at the top of the thigh, ironically called “the welts.” Madam Kitty ordered me back around, and I received a few more welts of my own as Mistress Kizumi laughed at my predicament. Towards the end of my punishment, I was told to turn again and was tested on my new knowledge. I passed the test easily (how could I not, with the sight of Mistress Kizumi’s glorious leg right in front of me?). Back in position, I felt elated. Only one or two more strokes, and the punishment would be over. But then it hit me (forgive the pun)—was it one or two? I’d lost count! I think it’s a law of BDSM that when this happens, the punishment must start again. Certainly, it was Madam Kitty’s law.
“One, thank you, Madam Kitty.
Two, thank you, Madam Kitty.
Three, thank you, Madam Kitty.”
And so forth, up to ten.
My rear end was on fire by the end, and both Ladies laughingly informed me that my marks were truly outstanding.
The session was drawing to a close. I was on an adrenaline high, but a new apprehension began to grow in me. Would the Goddesses allow me an orgasm? Had I done enough to please them? Might they not add denial to my punishment for my disrespect to Madam Kitty?
My heart simply melted when Mistress Kizumi said that I had done well and that I would be allowed to entertain them by masturbating. She said I could even choose between kneeling or lying at their feet. I chose kneeling.
As I got started, the Ladies began to tease me with their feet, rubbing them in my face, penetrating my mouth with their divine toes. I lost all trace of inhibition: kissing, licking, and sucking in between moaning my thanks. Madam Kitty remarked, “My, he really is a foot slut, isn’t he?” I wanted to agree with her, but I was too busy proving her point by sucking Mistress Kizumi’s big toe. Finally, I could hold back no longer. I begged for permission to let go, which Mistress Kizumi granted, and so the session ended.
Once I’d cleaned up, Mistress Kizumi sent me to the bathroom to dress. Of course, the first thing I did was look at my backside in the mirror—I have to say, the Ladies weren’t joking about the marks. My bum looked like an abstract painting in red and purple. The analogy is apt, as I feel that Mistress Kizumi and Madam Kitty are true artists, and I feel very lucky and privileged to have been their canvas.
Thank you, Goddesses. Thank you.
A Note on Marks: Please don’t let my comments regarding marks put you off from applying to serve. I know from personal experience that Mistress Kizumi can give an excellent taste of corporal punishment without leaving significant marks, and I’m sure Madam Kitty can do the same. In any case, my skin was almost back to normal by the fifth day.