It Gets Easier The Second Time

 

With each new issue of Kinky Times magazine, my resistance to serving Mistress Morganna for a second time, this time in Her dungeon, was slowly eroding. Fuelled by the rationale of how my TG experiences with Diamond was so much better the second time around, I eventually succumbed to my desires and curiosity to see if a true dungeon setting would be better than my hotel room experience.

When I dialed Her number, upon answering I was asked to identify myself given a specific way that She had told me upon extending Her invitation to me after O/our first encounter. I properly introduced myself upon which Mistress Morganna asked me to repeat the phrase She taught me upon my first encounter...

" I am an arrogant male chauvinistic pig, who needs Your control and guidance, and You are going to give it to me"

" Good boy" She said, and W/we proceeded to arrange a time that was convenient.

 

On my way to Her dungeon location, there was a different sense of anticipation. In the time that had passed since my first encounter with her, I had come to familiarize myself with more aspects of the BDSM lifestyle and that there were many different fetishes and kinks that one could explore. Upon arrival to Mistress Morganna's dungeon, I was discretely met at the door, told to come inside and make my way to the basement where we formally exchanged hellos again. This time She questioned me as to why I was visiting again and what my interests were. This new level of communication made me feel more at ease as I quickly came to understand that our first encounter was simply an interview process, and that I was nothing much but meat to Her at that time. If I made it through that without being a pest or proving myself useless to her, I would have some promise that She could mould and work with to suit Her needs.

We discussed what it was that I enjoyed in our first encounter and the things I didn't so much. I was as honest as I could be. Then I was ordered to completely disrobe before entering Her dungeon. After removing all my clothes I was collared and led into a smaller room of two superbly equipped rooms with every imaginable instrument and device of play a Mistress could desire. It was certainly a bit overwhelming.

 

I was told to kneel on all fours on a towel laid out on the floor and was fitted with a blind. Then when properly positioned, the training commenced. Feeling the sting of Her riding crop, I was ordered to count out loud the number of strikes, then thank Her and ask for another. If I messed up, then I would get another 10. I did my best as She varied the pace and force of the crop as my ass began to glow red after several strokes. She would then move to a larger paddle after Her discipline was proving to make me jump with each wasp sting of Her riding crop. The larger paddle didn't so much sting but it packed a punch and after a while my whole bottom was sore. Pleased with my progress She led me to follow on all fours to the larger room, where assisting me to get up, secured me to Her St Andrews cross on the wall.

 

From there She tormented me with soft lashes with a cat of nines tail whip, then would alternate to fast circular lashes across my back and shoulders. I did my best to comply with Her wishes and found myself feeling more immersed in this unlike my experience in the hotel room. Perhaps it was due to being in a real BDSM environment that the experiences were more erotic and meaningful. There was no doubt, being secured to the wall that I was completely in Her hands.

After being thoroughly flogged, tenderized, and disciplined as a new slave, I was once again put on all fours and was rewarded with the task of once again kissing Mistress Morganna's heels and extending kisses up the back line of Her stockings, stopping twice to kiss Her ass cheeks and thanking Her for the privilege, before moving back down the other side. I was a total newbie to BDSM but I knew that I far more enjoyed the servitude aspect of being Her slave. The connection to the positive reinforcement that I got as a child touching the stocking legs of those adult women, was strong when being asked to kiss Mistress Morganna's heels, legs, and ass. That's where I felt much more comfortable and I think my enthusiasm showed!

 

The remainder of my time with Mistress Morganna was in essence being subject to her whims and to provide entertainment. I was subject once again to CBT as my cock and balls were tied up with a tiny bell hung off the end of my erect cock. I was instructed to "make that bell ring" and I would do so by twitching my cock making the bell sound. On command I would ring the bell as Mistress Morganna prepared other instruments of her pleasure in the other room. "ding! ding! ding!" over and over I would ring the bell while trying to maintain my erection that was sudden at Her hands manipulating my cock and balls unlike no other had ever touched them before.

Hearing Her laugh as She re-entered the room to see me tied up with my cock twitch making the bell ring, brought a sense of satisfaction to me once again. I would later come to realize that I had been conditioned from an early age and experience to strive to please Women, and my role as a slave now to Mistress Morganna would enhance that to a purposeful degree. Hearing Her laugh was reward for me, for a job well done and I did like that.

 

Sensing my enjoyment of the CBT techniques. Mistress Morganna then untied me and led me on all fours back to the other room where I kneeled over a small stool and was told to spread myself. I complied and felt the cold shiver of a steel device being placed on my balls. I came to know this device as the nutcracker and as it was securely tightened, I immediately knew it was aptly named. Then just for kicks, She began placing clothespins between my secured sack and anus. Once properly "secured", I heard Her putting something on and then She sat down on a bench in front of me and said "open up"

 

Doing as commanded I felt the familiar feel of hard cock in the form of Mistress Morganna's strapon enter my mouth.

"Suck it bitch!" She commanded.

Doing as I was told, I had no issues in taking this opportunity to work on my cocksucking skills unbeknownst to Her already put into practice thanks to Diamond's glorious cock that had graced my lips on two occasions. I enthusiastically sucked on Her strapon while in my mind pretending it was the real thing that I wanted to have in my mouth again. Mistress Morganna commented as to how good I was doing and said, 

"You're enjoying yourself too much slave, perhaps we should find a real one for you to practice on!"

Still far from being able to admit to another soul that I was already a branded cocksucker, I muttered, "Thank You Mistress" and kept focused on my duty. The idea of a male cock repulsed me but I kept my mind on Dimond's shecock and how smooth and beautiful it was.

After a few more moments, Mistress Morganna got up and moved around from behind me. Hearing Her put on a latex glove, she bemused " You are going to learn the proper context of pleasure and pain now slut" and suddenly I felt her lubed gloved hand stroke my cock which was still at the mercy of the nutcracker and clothespins. Springing to full attention again, it didn't take long for the sensations of Her hand arousing me to the point of no return, when suddenly while still stroking, She began to remove the clothespins that were attached between my balls and anus, sending stinging shock waves through my cock and balls!!!

 

" You will not cum until you have My permision, do you understand? "

"Yes Mistress" I hoarsely whispered as She stroked me harder and more intently.

With each clothespin removed I would alternate as She predicted between extacy and agony, all the while steamrolling towards another massive orgasm. When I could sense that I was close, I asked hurriedly 

" May I cum Mistress????"

"No! You may not!" Was her retort as she squeezed my cock harder while taking me over the edge. I couldn't hold myself any longer and held back as long as I possibly could before exploding onto the towel beneath me, my body convulsing as I drained in Her hands.

"Did I give you permission to cum slave??" She asked incredulously

" No Mistress, I'm sorry..." was all I could exacerbate as I twitched as she continued to stroke my oversensitive cock.

 

 Emitting a small sigh, She said, " Well you did better this time than last, but it looks as if we have much more training to do with you. You will learn to only cum when I tell you to as your cock belongs to me know! Do you understand?"

Hearing Her speak those words that my cock was Hers send waves of reward through my psyche. 

"Yes Mistress, I will do better next time" I replied.

"Of course you will!" 

Upon leaving Her dungeon after cleaning up, I knew that I would be back. I had so much to learn and not only was I a cocksucking TGirl lover, I was also a submissive slave now too, and I was surprisingly ok with all that....