Apologies in advance, I’m chatty at the best of times but wanted to give this post the justice it deserves to cover some of the details of the session and as thanks to the two Dommes I was fortunate to be plaything for.

Very quick summary of the previous 4 tasks:

• Maid&Cock cleaning ritual, photo submissions
• Fucked by machine, recorded and submitted
• Porn Quiz, written test
• Ball Vibe Massage, practical demonstration

Worth pointing out too that I was informed ahead of time that the intent was to share these with others so not for Mizz Geena’s eyes only.

Then here we are: Day 5, the one that all these had been building for, the reward for completing ‘Mizz Geena’s Panty Training 101’. Up until I woke Friday morning the only details I knew were that it would be a JOI session led by Mizz Geena and her good friend Miss Holly. 

So Friday morning – I seem to wake crazy early each morning at sunrise now – just before 5am I do take advantage of this with a cheeky email check too – bad habit but certainly was not ready for the email I received.

This was the setup, the toys, the tasks and pre-submissions needed for the start of the session.

• Panties (can’t remember if I’ve mentioned but as an additional bit of conditioning I’d been ordered to wear panties during the day, every day for the past week
• Fully charged bullet vibe
• Nipple Clamps
• Self punishment device

So far not so bad able to check all these off. Then I read on… “Now, when you’re ready to prepare, I want you to change out of the morning panties, and into that hot number you showed me Monday.” So I guess it’s time to share a little extra, something I do indulge, explore and kind of showed off a little on Monday for the ladies, so along side the maid uniform I may have started from the ground up with a full lingerie set – bra, panties, suspender belt etc, then added the maid uniform over the top. So I knew exactly what was being referenced here and it seemed like it was getting another showing.

So pre-session, I was to change from my day clothes or even from what Eleven was wearing into my session attire, to fit a plug, and commence with 20 lashes (to be deduced from my monthly total) to affirm my position as a submissive and remind me of what I am thankful for, or as it was phrased:  to remind me that ‘I’m a panty slut who lives to obey and perform for Mizz Geena and her friends’ – all true.

As I administer each I’m to repeat out loud: “I am a dirty pantyboy.” and “I am a naughty slut.“, guilty.

Once completed I was running a little ahead my end so simply sat in a ‘kneel’ position, head down and sent a picture to ensure they knew I was on time, ready to serve and obey when they were ready.

This must have been one of the most nervous moments I’ve had in a long time, but it didn’t take long for my mind to be put at ease, for me to just slip into that submissive version of me, it just felt right at this point. Worry starting to go, just focus on the words coming through.

Was I plugged? Had I administered my lashings?

‘Yes, Mistress’ to both.

I was then informed they were just getting setup at their end, they had to relocate from the bedroom as there were too many of them and I was being brought up on the big screen. Now this did unsteady me a little, I mean believe it or not I am the quiet one, shy, in a room of conversation I’d be the quiet one trying to take it all in, struggling to engage. But, today that didn’t matter, today I was Mizz Geena’s, and I so wanted to obey.

I believe now looking back there would be at least 8-9 others viewing my performance and watching my submissions.

The first live instruction was to remove the chastity cage – now this is my default state, other than those overnight attempts at a protest I wear this for days without any impact so minus outings for tasks its locked with Mizz Geena’s property within. I remember during the cleaning task how sensitive to touch I was – this was no exception – if anything amplified by situation.

Then I saw it ‘Good Girl’, I mean it didn’t even phase me, I mean I had been joking I had to start spell checking my signature as too many times it had autocorrected to ‘Evelyn’. So for this session, these commands Eleven had a back seat.

I was then to stroke, get hard, and send a confirmation, how long would it take? It was asked. Now I think half the time was getting a photo taken and sent over – certainly not spent on stroking.

The instructions then continued, I was to stay hard, I was to find a position with my legs apart, plug keeping that ‘pussy’ filled.

Decision on if I cum was to be made still (I’d already been primed that Miss Holly was quite up for a caged ruin), I was not to cum, if I lose control and cum it was to be into a nearby pair of panties, if I’m allowed to cum it’s when told not before.

It had also been eluded that if an unauthorised orgasm happened it may impact future potential session for which there has been potential for this already been put on the table as a ‘maybe’. So no pressure! Now a lady doesn’t tell all, but Mizz Geena certainly knows how to draw my focus and attention.

I confirmed I was in position, opted for sitting on the floor, space and hopefully easy. Confirmed that the plug was firmly seated it not pushed a little further as a result.

“The plug is not as deep as as it’s going to be when your fucked when we move further into training” now keep in mind earlier instruction ‘Stay hard’ was already slipping so had to refocus my attention fairly sharply, remember my place.

So then on came the instructions, needing my confirmation of following, I had to stroke, faster, frantic, hit those thighs as I go, no pace just fast.

I obey, I confirm.

A question from the room ‘Miss Holly wants to know how bad you want this’, and stop. Hold your cock, squeeze.

Then resume, slowly stroking. I’m no longer imaging my hand now, it’s Mizz Geena’s, slow, full purposeful strokes. Her finger touching the tip, pressing slightly into the hole. Then slowly back down.

Stop, I obey, I confirm.

Another section of fast strokes and a check on my orgasm level.

7-8 at this stage, I don’t think it dropped much at any point.

Another stop, any precum I’m asked. I know there was but had been coated on the head while stroking.

I resume stroking, more precum is needed and it didn’t take long. I’m to take it to my lips, taste it, enjoy it as more of this is coming in my training soon. I’m also informed another photo is coming soon.

Another furious, fast stroking session, reminder that I’m not to cum and report any closeness immediately.

I confirm, I obey.

Photo: show a hand wrapped around my cock, I do a PoV shot, cock in hand, showing a little lingerie too.

Miss Holly then jumps in for a little, she shares a little something with me. Our first interaction and she’s reading me like a book. Safe to say those words lingered then and still do. Oh boy was all I could say.

She lets me know she’d seem some of my bits from earlier in the week, being fucked, and Mizz Geena had promised another, not with Eleven though, but with this panty slut.

I’m ordered to start stroking again, slowly at first, but building faster and faster. I’m to record a short video and to remember – don’t go soft.

Mizz Geena back at the control, confirming my condition. I’m also informed that the bets on if I can cum on command have concluded. It was implied my odds on a release we’re looking favourable so far.

Another instruction: a video this time, using the bullet vibe, thighs, balls, but starting with it pressed on my cock.

Recording started, the instructions continue….

I’m to guide the vibe based on instruction, to speak aloud, to use both hands, move around my body. The tip of my cock, I’m ordered to call out, I obey.

Open your legs wide, whole body moving, I want to see you thrust, to grind. Vibe stays on the head of your cock, no stroking, body does the rest.

I think at this point the rational parts of me were nearly fully gone. I’d been getting myself worked up, so much stimulation, so much more building that I’d been used to before I know I was struggling to hold it in, that desire, that instinct to just push forward was hard to resist.

Only reinforced by my next instruction: tell us how much you are losing control. I call-out as I truly was just hanging on, I was wishing for permission but dared not ask.

Stop the recording, what are your levels at?

I remember saying 8-9, I also replied ‘light headed’, I don’t know if it was breathing, body response but the feeling was very much real, not familiar – but very much a pleasant one.

I was then to hold, focus on the tip with my other hand, taste more of that pre-cum.

Like the slut that my mind was firmly focused on I did, there was a fair bit at this point too and I took it all.

Miss Holly then back in control, first order was to remove my top, I wasn’t to hide anything now. Do you have your nipple clamps handy?

‘Yes, Mistress’, one to be placed firmly on each nipple, make sure it’s firm and snug.

Start stroking and send another picture.

So like the slut I was in this very moment, I obey.

I’m made to confess that I am indeed a slut boy.

Now it’s to play with those clamped nipples, to pull, to flick, to twist. To then start stroking more, and more.

Fast strokes, more flicking of the clamps.

The pleasure / pain the ability to focus on one, not both to say it was a challenge was an understatement, but I obey like the slutty submissive im being encouraged to embrace, to grab hold with both hands.

Changes of hands, twisting of the clamps then ‘Hold’ both clamps twisted.

Now to record again, another submission. Start recording, fast stroke, twisting the clamps, tapping those clamps.

‘Those nipples should be throbbing?’ I nod, the clamps on their own I can handle, but the twisting, the pulling, the attention. I’m certainly aware, feeling it more and more.

I’m told to stroke, just the tip, another ask or more of a statement ‘I bet your nipples hurt, I bet that cock is dripping?’ (More on that later!)

 ‘Yes Mistress’ I simply reply, ‘Too bad’ was the follow up.

I confirm my levels, those words again in response: ‘Good girl’

Another photo request at this point, no questions I simply do as I’m told, and obey.

I’m told how Miss Holly is doing, among other things…  as Mizz Geena then takes over the reigns again. Now she put into words what was clear to me by now, heading into new territory for you. Very much so! Soo much so.

Frustratingly for me on this next bit, between my inexperience and the ummm mood and state I was I fell over with technical difficulties in the form of poor camera angles here, anyway where was I.

Ah yes, time to strip down, or more as I was instructed to perform a striptease, keep hard, to rub, to perform. So other than failing at the capturing it all, and that awkward panic kicking in briefly. I did what I could, let these feelings take over, this constant urge to crave release.

Item by item, removed slowly, perhaps a little clumsily, but I did as I was commanded, first the panties, then one leg, the next and finally the belt. Then I was Eleven, or was I still Evelyn I honestly don’t know at this point. I was quite the mess.

Once I was fully naked, with just the clamps and the plug remaining, another submission was ordered, a photo.

I’m instructed to stroke again, faster, faster, get into the emotion, let that mouth hang open, to moan. I guess this bit didn’t need recording, they knew. I was told to be the sluttiest version of myself.

I was instructed to confess, to confess that I’m a cock hungry toy, I was, I am. I’m told that working on completing that was next, to fill me up, to take it from both ends.

There were no complaints from me, I was riding the high. I then saw that I had been a good toy, and today I may earn release, not quite yet though.

Back to stroking I’m told, slowly, play with my balls, to squeeze them, keep stroking. Use that free hand to play with the plug, give it a wiggle, a tap, a push.

Slap the head of my cock, just once then resume stroking. Repeat this 3 more times.

I’m ordered to confess, that I’m a desperate panty slut. I was, I am. I did. I then resume stroking, but back to the nipple clamps, to twist to tug.

I start calling ‘9’ it was not easing, only growing. I’m told to keep going, no slowing down yet.

Another confession to be made, I beg to be used, to be used in front of all her friends. I no longer think, I don’t question. I just confirm, I repeat. It’s true.

Faster, faster I’m ordered. And stop. Hands off, and breath, re-centre, calm. I confirm I’ve obeyed.

Wiggle the plug, give it a push, make sure I realise how full it is, then those balls, to grab to squeeze. Feel how full they are, roll each one between my fingers, squeeze as I do. Then stroking resumes – only the tip, rub it gently.

Rub those nipples, moan out loud, a reminder. This cock is not mine, it belongs to Mizz Geena, there was no picture needed, they simply confirm that I am a wet, dripping slut and right now my only job is to perform and obey.

I’m told to remember, my journey, everything that’s happened and led to this moment. The submission, the ownership, the panties, the compliance. I’m told how much it wanted to be used right now, a strap on at each end fucking me, making me gag. Having me beg for more. I did, I very much do. I wanted that in the moment, and still the thought, the image remains.

I’m told to stop, release the cock, grab each nipple and to twist until I’m told to stop. Probably only a moment but it was all passing slow right now, I wanted to savour, to remember.

They question, could they bring a tear to my eyes, if not yet they would get me there. I grab the cock again, I stroke, I strike the tip. I thank Mizz Geena with each, but mean it make sure it’s because I enjoy being punished, like I love it. I didn’t know if I was coming or going, up or down. But I was certainly present, no let up, no stopping.

I’m told to explore my body, the plug, strike my thighs, make it sting. Stroke.

‘I’m your toy, I’m your thing, I’m not to cum without permission’ I repeat.

I was getting to that state where I needed to stop or to finish, but neither was granted. Stroke, beg, ask for release, confess that I’m a filthy panty boy. I did, I was, it’s true.

There was no let up, just more, more need, more strokes. I was being pushed, tested.

Doubt was cast, was I still hard? Had I gone soft. Miss Holly demanded a picture. Eleven obeyed.

 ‘Good girl’ was replied. I was a mess, I couldn’t hold back, I begged, I asked.

I’m told to start recording, a cum countdown was coming. If it makes it to 1, I can cum. Not before, not after – maybe not at all.

I confirm I’m ready, stroke fast…..

10……9……

Stroke hard, beg, beg like the panty slut I am.

8…..7…..6…..

Moan, get ready.

5….4…..

The room starts to wonder, will I be a good slut, will I follow instruction. I’m told to call out the numbers as they come through…

3….2….

To cum or not to cum…..

1…..

I won’t spoil anything at that point (or maybe I’ll wait), did I cum? Was I a good boy? Did I fail? Did Mizz Geena win the bet?

I was given permission to remove the clamps, remain plugged, gently rub the nipples, make them feel better. Certainly the way with clamps, you adapt, get used to them but the sting on removal (and I’m only a novice is very real).

I’m asked how I’m doing? I reply ‘exhausted but on a high’.

Im told to unplug, clean up, reflect. Words that still linger with me now mentioned.

And in closing the words any sub feels elated to hear: ‘I can’t wait to play with you again’.

‘Nor I’

E