A Morning with Madame Lockwood: A Personal Account of BDSM Experience

Discovering Structure and Pleasure

I must admit, even if I had not been tasked to do this by @MadameLockwood, I would have written an account of my morning in her wonderful company. The bonus of being told to do it is a true treat—I love tasks!

I had been sorely missing structure and being used for someone else's pleasure. I contacted Madame via her website after first finding her profile here on Fet. The application process was thorough. I felt reassured by the detail and clarity required from the start. She contacted me directly for a call. We discussed limits, play preferences, and protocol. I was immediately put at ease by her warmth and directness.

The Day of Our Session

On the day of our session, I arrived as instructed and called her to be directed to her immaculate and discreet dungeon. There, I was met by the glorious sight of Madame in stunning red latex. She looked beautiful and powerful. I knew I had made the right choice in contacting her. The dungeon was equipped with an array of toys: gags, restraints, masks, strap-ons, hoods, a sturdy whipping bench, and a St. Andrews Cross.

Preparing for the Experience

I showed her the items I had brought at her request, having heard about my collection of frocks. She chose my full-length PVC maid's outfit. I was already wearing my frilly pink knickers, which complemented the wig of her choice, stockings, heels, and a maid's cap. I was immediately placed into chastity and dressed as instructed.

Madame kindly helped me with the wig, a first for me in a session. I soon looked as humble as a filthy maid can. My curtsey was demonstrated and approved. Once we had officially read over our agreement, I was given my name for our session—Juliette.

I thanked Madame for my new name and was permitted to kiss her utterly stunning boots, once a curtsey was done, of course!

The Whipping Bench Experience

I was then taken to the whipping bench and carefully strapped down. My face rested in a head support, with a collar fastened around my neck. If I am permitted to play again with Madame, I will ask to be blindfolded for future spankings. It adds an extra layer of suspense.

And spanked I was! Paddles, floggers, and hands rained down on my backside. It was a reminder of what a filthy slut I am and how I deserve it. It was not long before my frillies were pulled down, allowing my tingling buttocks to feel the full effects of Madame's skills. A small plug was inserted during this flurry of beatings. This was soon replaced with a slightly larger one. My anal training has been most remiss of late, which filled me up nicely.

I had never been beaten that hard before. Although experienced players might sniff at the severity of the punishment, for me, it was a real test. I loved it. Just enough gentle teasing between blows accentuated the tingling skin and made me wonder if the next touch would be a strike or a stroke. It was incredible.

The Strap-On Experience

Madame decided my tight little hole was loose enough for one of her strap-ons. I was nervous, as my last experience with one had not gone well due to my overly tight little bum. However, I was fucked properly hard. I had never felt anything like it, even though I had been indulging in anal play for ages. I was filled, violated, and used. It was amazing. Although I eventually had to call "red," I was pleased to have experienced pegging properly. Madame was surprised when I told her it was my first time.

A Moment of Relaxation

A bit of a break with much-needed water and relaxation followed. As the temperature was rising, Madame decided not to mummify me today. Instead, I was placed on a bed, collared and restrained. A mask was placed over my eyes, and a heavy weighted blanket was draped over me. I understand why these things are popular in both vanilla and kinky worlds. The constant, equal pressure on all parts of my body kept me secured and in place. I nearly dozed off—bliss!

The Gagged Experience

But my sojourn was not to last forever. Soon, I was sitting up with a sturdy bit gag fastened around my head. I remembered just how much I adore being gagged! A blindfold was carefully wrapped around my eyes, and I was led over to the Dunce's chair. I was secured tightly with rope that ran from my wrists down and around my legs, spreading me wide and exposing me completely. The chastity cage was removed too.

Again, it was a first for me to be properly tied with rope. I totally understand why people love it. The texture, the tightness, and the very class of rope itself—oh, I want more now, yes please, thank you.

Exploring New Sensations

Madame tried her various electric devices on my balls and nipples, but we decided it was not for me. No matter, we tried it, and now we know! Clamps were attached tightly, and my cock was toyed with buzzing devices. I was drifting into subspace but eventually had to call "red" on the nipple clamps. Ouchy. I have no embarrassment about the few times I called "red" during our session. That is what the word is for, and that is where trust and understanding are important. I trust Madame completely.

Led back to the bed, I was treated to another new experience—candle wax was dropped onto my nipples and chest. The heat stung for the briefest moment before turning into tingling warmth and then cool hardness. My cock was similarly attended to, in fact, it was covered completely, and it was a truly wonderful experience. I was clearly talking too much, though, and was gagged again, which was perfectly sensible.

The End of the Session

The blanket was replaced, covering me entirely, which was glorious. Madame gathered toys and restraints for me to clean at the end of our session. Being "stored" until it was time for me to be useful again was divine. As was the task of happily cleaning the implements that had been used on me. I could not believe we were at the end of the two-hour session already, whilst back in my pinny.

Sadly, our time together was at an end. A big cuddle and chat were had before I staggered into the blinding light of May.

The whole experience, from initial contact through to the aftercare, was truly wonderful. I feel very lucky. What an incredible experience. Thank you, Madame.