It was my first visit to a Disciplinarian. A title Mistress Victoria uses, along with Dominatrix. Yet the word Disciplinarian is more evocative for me, as it conjures memories of school discipline from a time when the strap and cane were commonplace.
Whether it was luck, chance, or destiny that led me to Mistress Victoria, I’m not sure. I knocked on Her door and stepped into Her world. And within a few moments I knew I had made the right decision. She mesmerised me with eyes that seemed to look deep into my psyche. My instincts told me She was naturally in control. And the “me” of work, anxiety, stress and tedious normality melted away as my stream of consciousness sentences sketched out what being disciplined meant to me.
I imagine everyone who has receives corporal punishment has a unique and nuanced experience. Mistress Victoria listened and understood.
At this point a great leap of faith was necessary on my part. I knew deep down I wanted to surrender all control. She had to have all the power, and I none. No safe words, just total acceptance of Her strict will, manifested through Her favourite leather punishment straps. I submissively and obediently presented myself over Her whipping bench and She ensured all the restraints were securely fastened. No squirming, no escape. The cocktail of hopelessness, submission and obedient acceptance was flowing through me, and it was intoxicating.
The next forty minutes were completely exhilarating, Literally, a sensory roller coaster where my emotions and endorphins bounced off the walls of subspace; My first ever experience of this phenomena and it was extraordinary.
I won’t reveal too much detail, but as an absolute beginner, I found Mistress Victoria to be a consummate artist in administering the strap. As a newbie I hadn’t a clue what my limits were. Modest at best, I assumed. But She built up the levels expertly. Then so teasingly and cleverly played with the edges. Mercifully easing off just at the right moment, then suddenly coming on strong to take me to the limits of torment and trepidation. Emotionally it was a complete head f**k, which was exactly what I wanted. Afterwards, in conversation I learned I’d taken much more than I thought I could. Necessary, of course, to get exactly the right emotions flowing.
Later, as we parted She fixed me with Her gaze. I knew I would soon return to obediently submit to Her again. Her strap, Her whipping bench, Her rules. Her strict control. I didn’t need to say a word. She already knew.
I asked The Disciplinarian to concentrate mainly on caning, and asked her to start with fairly light strokes and build up to a fairly extreme level. Because I am submissive as well as being a masochist, I asked her not to use a safeword but to rely on my reactions and her experience to gauge my pain threshold. I am normally nervous on a first session but The Disciplinarian put me at ease and within a few strokes of the cane, it was obvious she knew what she was doing. I relaxed and quickly went into subspace, something that doesn’t always happen with other Mistresses I’ve visited.
I could tell that The Disciplinarianwas really enjoying caning me, and that increased my pleasure too.
If you love any form of discipline, from mild to extreme The Disciplinarian is the Mistress for you, otherwise you are missing a very special experience.
The Disciplinarian is, as you might expect from her name, an expert in giving discipline and corporal punishment with her array of canes, whips, floggers, hairbrushes, slippers, etc. She loves giving it really hard, but will respect your limits. I found that I obtained the maximum pleasure by letting The Disciplinarian have full control over me, with no safewords. She was brilliant at gauging my pain threshold and either staying within my limits or carefully pushing them.
We chatted before the session, to discuss the session, my pain threshold, hard limits, etc., and I rapidly became extremely confident in The Disciplinarian’s ability and desire to enjoy the best possible session with me. And wow, what a fantastic session it was. I was warmed up very well before the caning, thereby enabling me to enjoy every stroke of the cane, very successfully extending my limits to higher than I ever thought possible.
We chatted again after the session – a kind of debriefing – and The Disciplinarian wouldn’t let me drive until she was sure my endorphin high brought on by the session had dissipated. This is real aftercare, delivered by a true expert who cares passionately about her craft and her subjects.
Will I go back again? Yep! Looking forward to having my limits extended again too.