So awhile back when I spoke about my WOW weekend – I mentioned a fantastic scene that I was invited to participate in where helped a very talented and sexy Domina “spit roast” one of her playthings. Now for those unfamiliar with the term in a kinky context – it refers to using a dildo on someone at both ends at once so that they are impaled in each direction at the same time. Very hot and sexy kind of fun!

I asked the “roastee” if he could write up his thoughts on the experience (with his Mistress’ permission of course) and I was delighted recently when he sent me this very eloquent account. It was a delightful surprise that he is also an excellent writer. 🙂 I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed reliving it!

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I have a wonderful Partner. There’s no other way to start this essay. W/we met at a FemDom community munch a while back.

I have my desires, my “kinks”. A firm belief in a FLR (Female Led Relationship).

Madame likes her coffee just so. I get a warm feeling when I provide a morning cup that she deems perfect. I get an even warmer feeling when I’m rewarded for the “good things” I do for Her.

Sometimes it’s a hug or a peck on the cheek. If these things seem small, make no mistake, they are not. The feeling of her acceptance and approval can make me curl my toes at times.

There are times when the reward comes suddenly. A sharp command to strip and surrender to whatever whim She may have. Other times, the message or call that simply advises “I’ll be there soon, so be cleansed in case I’m in the mood”. Not a word is spoken about this upon her arrival. If she acknowledges me, I am inwardly grateful and try not to show it too much. There are times when I don’t get a chance to react. Gently pushed onto the couch or the bed and blindfolded, I accept her desires and actions as reward. Other times, it’s as though the thought never occurred to Her.

Being at a gathering of like-minded folk at a weekend event, I was instructed by my Madame that She wanted to do a scene with Mz Suzanne and me. Madame’s desire was for an impact and “spit-roast” scene.

Before the scene began, Madame and Mz Suzanne were talking, awaiting my arrival. Upon my arrival, Mz Suzanne pointed to Her boot and i looked at Madame for permission. i kissed Mz Suzanne’s boots and thanked Her.

Stripped and blindfolded after kissing Her boots, I found my wrists bound over a suspension beam. A tickle brought me a shudder of anticipation. The smell of leather, the gliding fingernails across my chest and the feeling of no turning back all swirled within me. The whisper in my ear “relax your body and mind” still rings in my thoughts.

I could feel them both moving around me. The floggers striking with a profound rhythm across my back and butt. The gentle, firm pinching of my nipples and a wild vibrating sensation on my thighs and perineum. A paddle, furry on one side and hard rubber on the other, finds its way around my chest and bottom. I have arrived at the place where I am no longer conscious, yet not unconscious. A place some call sub-space. I call it bliss.

Then, to my surprise, I am freed of the beam and guided slowly to a padded bench. I am instructed to kneel and relax laying my chest on the padded surface. My wrists are bound, my waist sashed with rope, binding me to the bench. Lastly, my ankles are secured.

Again, commanded to relax, I let go. A moment of surprise as whispers in my ear remind me that I am a slut for my Madame. That I am a cock whore for her delight.

I am gently stretched by a gloved finger. Before the exclamation can escape my lips, there’s a dildo in my throat. My hair is being tugged while my face gets fucked. I lose all sense as my rear gets slowly stretched by whoever is behind me. For a moment, I feel a respite. Then comes my reward. A different dildo in my face and another taking me from behind. This day I have become a “Spit Roast Whore”.

Time does not exist, Only the pounding of my insides from two directions.

Mz Suzanne and her amazing skills in synch with my Partner slew me. I am more than grateful for the opportunity to surrender to my Madame.