A Disciplinary Delight

Twenty-four hours ago I was just bidding farewell to Mistress Eliza after a wonderful one hour session in the company of this lovely lady, who is based in North East Birmingham.

To set the scene, now in my late ‘50s, I have spent most of my adult life covertly seeking chances to receive discipline at the hands of a female dominant whenever an opportunity presented itself. This usually means only 2 or 3 sessions for me each year, so it is especially important to carefully choose a play partner who is right for my needs.

Put simply, what I ask is simply to be securely restrained and to have my backside severely beaten, and with no safe word to allow me to back out. This is what I conveyed by email to Mistress Eliza two weeks ago, and within a few of hours a date and time was agreed, a small deposit paid, and my anticipation started to build.

A couple of days before our appointment, excellent location details were provided, so yesterday my planned trip to meet Mistress Eliza went without a hitch.

I knocked on her front door a couple of minutes before the appointed time, and was welcomed over the threshold with a warm smile. My first impression was of an attractive, petite, middle aged lady, dressed seductively (but not promiscuously) from head to toe in black. It was a joy to see her face for the first time, and I can assure anyone who has only seen her masked on the internet that this must purely be for discretionary purposes, as her looks do not disappoint the eye.

I as immediately directed upstairs to her punishment room, where Mistress very quickly confirmed my requirements, and clarified that I was happy with the way that she planned to conduct our session. I presented the balance of my tribute, and she then left me to strip naked with an instruction to kneel awaiting her return.

The room/equipment was familiar from recent images on her website/twitter, but is in fact a small converted bedroom, which an estate agent might describe a ‘bijou’. There was, as I expected, the compact spanking bench, but I must admit at first sight I was not convinced that the attached restraints were going to adequately meet my request to be tightly restrained.

Mistress did not leave me long to ponder, as she returned to the room very promptly. Straight away I was instructed to assume a position over her bench and to my surprise after securing my ankles mistress proceeded to tightly wrap an industrial strength reel of packing film around my back and the bench so that I was securely cocooned.

My backside was now totally vulnerable, and I didn’t even need the wrist cuff to be used to give me that feeling of helplessness. For the rest of the hour Mistress hardly paused in the delivery of her punishment.

Mistress had already explained that her preference was to provide a long warm up so that later in the session I would be able to take a much severer and longer punishment than she would otherwise have been able to give me, and I instinctively trusted her and surrendered into what was to become a most fabulous experience.

The beating started with a long rhythmical flogging, so gentle at first, but gradually getting stronger as I relaxed in to her pattern of ever increasingly powerful strokes. Even when they started to hurt I was relaxed, knowing that I was being controlled safely and sanely, and taking me to that place I wanted to be.

The pain started to ratchet up as a strap, tawse, carpet beater, a range of canes and a sjambok were all used. Even if a safe word had been agreed on I would never have needed it as the gradual build up had sent me in to sub space, and I was floating somewhere it was going to take me hours to return from (and to be honest I am not sure that I am completely back at base yet).

Her discipline did cause damage (as we both understood it would) and for anyone interested Mistress posted a picture of the result of her efforts on ‘X’ (after seeking my prior agreement). This image accurately reflects the pain and discomfort I still feel one day on, but it is however testament to her skill that those marks are already fading. From my previous experience, my guess if that in four weeks it will be hard to see any trace of her marks, but I am sure that my memory of her play will linger much longer.

The whole session had been conducted in peace and quiet; very few words were exchanged once she was happy that I was heading along the way I wanted to be taken. Despite the controlled violence I would describe the whole experience at the time as serene, and my lasting thoughts are now of peace and satisfaction as I feel my body recovering.

Yes, the space where Mistress Eliza conducts her sessions is basic; the whistles and bells of a full dungeon set up are missing. Importantly for me Mistress is simply extremely professional rather than all show and no substance, and for what she delivered her tribute request is extremely reasonable. I would unreservedly highly recommend a visit to see her if you are looking for a similar experience to my own.

Now all I have to do is look forward to my next opportunity when I am able to visit her. Perhaps I should even consider begging her to allow me to play with her for slightly longer next time to see if she would be willing to push me even further when I am lucky enough to session with her again?