I have visited many Dommes over the years, but there is only one who has left me thinking, feeling “WOW” both during and after my visit. She has left indelible marks upon my psyche and I wish I could have met Her, and began Her along time ago.
Domina Liza is stunningly attractive in Her pictures and even more so in reality. I had explained my wishes to Her by telephone and email in advance, and we agreed that there would be no introductory chat on my arrival and no safewords. From my teens, I have fantasized about the arrogant, teasing, demanding, unreasonable and sadistic Riding Mistress. Domina Liza assumed this persona absolutely perfectly. I had said that I wanted to be pushed, degraded, humiliated and to be punished for any and all failures to perform for Her. The way She subtly, seamlessly changes from reasonable, charming, respectful and easy going into the completely commanding and superior Riding Mistress of my darkest fantasies is absolutely, chillingly, breathtakingly wonderful.
Having stripped naked before this beautiful Equestrienne, dressed so stylishly in Her riding jacket, jodhpurs and spurred boots, my heart was pounding as She gradually tacked me up, reducing me from the status of a human, to beneath that of a beast. Occasionally She spoke, with Her words, her tone, gradually changing from those of a conversation, through instructions, to mere commands. As She placed a leather hood over my head She ordered me to kneel. Her hands moved my head, adjusted the leather fastenings with no regard for my comfort. I was no longer a person to be respected, just an object to be controlled. Comfort? What a ridiculous thought, I deserved nothing of the sort and got absolutely nothing as a result.
The harnessing for the cart that I would pull was applied in just the same way. The belt around my waist tightened as far as it would go and locked with a padlock. The crupper straps pulled through between my legs were jerked into position and tightened. My hands fastened behind my back, I could only accept my fate. No choices. The Domina then applied a leather 5 gates of hell to my erect cock, small, jingling bells were hung from my belt, dangling either side of my harnessed erection.
She then picked up one of Her whips and announced that She would warm me up a little before taking me out into the riding arena (we were at a large indoor facility, some parts heated, some parts a little cold) so I guess that this was actually for my benefit. The stinging cuts across my naked buttocks certainly warmed them considerably…
What followed will live with me for a very long time.
She fastened me to a cart to drive me round and round the large indoor space. Stinging cuts across my buttocks whenever I slowed, or failed to follow Her instructions precisely. She rode me, on all fours and upright until I was dropping, spurring me on, driving me beyond any imagined tolerance threshold. Safe word? No, and I was wishing that I had one. I hesitated, trying to adjust my knee-protector and immediately Her boots and spurs jabbed into my sides, and the riding crop stung my buttocks.
“How dare you slow down, without my permission, how dare you” She shouted down at the object, the sub-beast beneath Her.
Lunging and dressage. Every failure on my part punished with a whip across my flesh. I tried my hardest, and sometimes the leather hood prevented me from hearing Her commands clearly, but there was no accommodation for that, no mercy, no tolerance. Only punishment. Exactly what I deserved, what I needed.
And then, briefly She allowed me some respite, some rest. But only for a few minutes.
When She returned, She was carrying an internally spiked cock sheath….
She is a truly incredible Goddess, and I am constantly thinking about the next time She will ride me, drive me, train me to painful, sweaty, gasping, aching exhaustion.
Unforgettable.