‘Miss Kay’s Slut’

Before writing this review I made the decision to delay the shower I normally take after a visit to
Miss Kay’s. That way the words ‘Miss Kay’s Slut’ will still be visible on my chest, perfectly
describing my current feelings, while I write.
Making up for lost time, I arranged my second visit to Miss Kay’s in as many weeks. Today was all
about training. During our last session while putting me through a calf destroying stress position,
Miss Kay commented that I needed a a proper pair of heels. I decided to go all in and got myself a
pair of 7 inch strappy platform heels, a nice pair of matching underwear and some pink nail polish
to complete the look. Now I just needed my mistress to train me.
Standing before Miss Kay in just my heels, underwear and my cuffs I towered over her, but when I
was I was ordered to my knees, I was actually trembling as my Mistress secured my collar and
attached the leash. I always love the first moments of a session when Miss Kay exerts her power
over me and I enter my submissive mode.
Under direction I began learning how to walk in heels. It was a bit wobbly at first but soon managed
to get the basics. I was disappointed when I was ordered to look up, so I couldn’t admire my pretty
pink toes peeking out of the shoes, but I was actually grinning when Miss Kay commented on how
sexy men look in high heels. Not a compliment to me directly but I’ll take it.
Then I went from training in heels to training on all fours. With my limbs tied wrist to arm and
ankle to thigh, I was forced to walk around on my elbows and knees. It was even better when Miss
Kay was pulling on the leash directing me. I honestly cant remember all the comments that Miss
Kay sent my way because in truth I was so lost in the moment. I was at the feet of a beautiful
woman, being trained and modelling for photos. I could have done it all day were it not for the
massive strain and eventual carpet burn developing on my elbows. Still, a lot of fun.
Back onto my heels, Miss Kay next fitted me with a ball gag so large it was actually necessary to
remove my collar so it wouldn’t dig into my jaw. From there a hood was pulled over, limiting my
sight and I was walked around some more. Then I was tied with my arms above my head, and my
legs spread. The strain in my calves was beginning to build at this point, though soon that became
the least of my worries. One by one, Miss Kay began attaching nipple clamps and chains. It was a
slow build up, though it was worth it. By the end, Miss Kay had every item in her collection (to my
knowledge. I’m sure she’ll find more for next time) weighing on my nipples. I was drooling into my
gag and moaning in a brilliant mix of pain and pleasure, while Miss Kay amused herself by setting
the heaviest weight now attached to me swinging. Eventually, as always, my nipples finally gave
out and the entire array went crashing to the ground.
Next up I was made to march on the spot, knees as high as possible, helping me to further get used
to my heels. I don’t know how long this went on for, however by the time I was beginning to get
tired, Miss Kay had moved closer to me and then, SNAP. The Stinger. A personal favourite of Miss
Kay’s (and mine if I’m honest) It was all the encouragement I needed to keep marching.
Eventually I was freed, and after carefully walking upstairs, I laid back on Miss Kay’s table. My gag
was swapped out to a penis gag, I was blindfolded and my hands and legs secured. First Miss Kay
attached her zipper pegs running up my thighs and then, then she got nasty. So put the loose ends in
my hands and told me to hang on to them. That was mean for so many reasons.. First, it meant that
when she went to work on me, my own squirming might pull them off. Second, if they did come off
early, I would then be punished as well. And lastly, and worst, I was going to be directed to pull
them off at some point. My tormentor was going to make me hurt myself. I love how Miss Kay’s
mind works.

Next metal pegs were applied through the material in my underwear to my cock, and Miss Kay
began working me over with pin wheels and the Stinger. Then, as Miss Kay is so fond of doing, she
added a little pleasure to my life, introducing a vibrator. Even though I have experienced this
before, it gets me every time. The teasing always feel so good and I just want more, but Miss Kay
never lets me have it. Always left just at the edge, my resolve breaks, my breathing becomes
irregular and whimpers more frequent.
Then Miss Kay resumed her work with pin wheel and electric shocks, all the while I tried to keep
my composure. Then the moment I had been dreading arrived. Miss Kay told me that on the count
of three, I was to rip of the zippers. Bracing myself, I grabbed as much loose string as I could and
then, ripped as hard as I could when instructed. Obviously the first thing I heard was my own
gagged screams, however what I remember the most is Miss Kay’s laughter. Then Miss Kay asked,
‘Do you think we could use your underwear the same way’ In a moment of clarity between my
frantic breaths, I grabbed the sides of the table and held on for dear life. It was pure sensory
overload.
After giving me a moment to recover, Miss Kay then observed that my cock had shrunk out of fear,
and that she would help. Out came the vibrator again. It was painful at first, but so began to feel
better. Much better in fact. A little more of this and… No, give it back. I was too close. To her credit,
Miss Kay did give it back. Using the straps on my underwear, Miss Kay positioned the vibrator just
right, so I couldn’t do anything except strain against my bonds.
So I was genuinely shocked when I felt Miss Kay untie my hand. For a moment, I was free. Then
Miss Kay placed something in my hand and told me that I knew what that was. She was right. She
removed my gag and I raised the massive dildo to my lips. After a moment of hesitation I went to
work on it, and after a slow start I began fucking my face under Miss Kay’s direction. I was a cock
hungry submissive. I got so into it, all the while straining with my other hand to reach the vibrator.
Never quite enough. When Miss Kay untied my other hand it took every ounce of mental strength I
had left not to reach for the vibrator, instead opting to try and please my Mistress. This was when
Miss Kay took a moment to write Miss Kay’s Slut on my chest. I was lost in my fantasy world.
Sadly though fantasies must come to an end. I actually felt a little sad when I had to remove my
heels and my cuffs. Next I’ll need to go and clean my chest. In exchange though, I got another
brilliant set of memories from my time with Miss Kay, and now I get to start dreaming up new
fantasies that my Mistress and I can explore.

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