A session

Mr. Hartwell:

I purchased your original issue of "Black and Blue" in which you stated you were looking for a more suitable name, however, the next issue was a farce and I wondered what happened, and read (I believe in Fetish Times) that you had disassociated yourself from the "Black & Blue" and were set to come out with SM Express.

I missed your first issue but was able to find the second issue in my friendly Porn Shop, and it fills a need, as I am sure you are sincere in your efforts to separate the phonies from those who give value for money spent.

I am a mature male submissive, thus, I prefer stories about female domination of the male, next to this is female domination of the female — as I can relate to the one being dominated, however, I do not especially care for stories of the male dominating the female, probably because I do not care to be dominated by a male myself, and thus cannot relate to the female being dominated in this case. However, in Issue No. 2 you had a good mix especially the Surgical Bondage Story — this is something I never fantasized about, however, it amounts to permanent bondage, the ultimate for a confirmed submissive like myself.

Your notes on how to handle classified ads, hit the mark, as I have answered many in an attempt to find a reasonably honest dominant. I find those who write the long letters (especially if printed or copied) are usually the phonies, whereas those who are for real are satisfied with a short note and their phone number — usually the note stating what is expected. I have yet to find anyone thru the various magazine ads who does not expect a fee, so have come to realize this is a fact of life for submissives like myself. If the dominant female will at least spend the time promised, I feel satisfied.

I will go on with the story of my first experiences with dominant females, as it may be of some interest to someone wondering if they should take a dip into the realities of being a slave to a dominant woman. Having built up a head of steam reading everything I could get my hands on, concerning dominants and their slaves, the appearance of "Screw" and magazines like "Aggressive Gals" etc. gave me a chance to put myself into a real situation of being a slave.

I answered a number of Ads and had a list of three women who had given me their phone numbers and when I should call, if and when I ever came to N.Y.C. Also I saw the Ads in "Screw" which offered a relatively large number of women offering their services as dominants, so armed with "Screw" and my three other phone numbers, I visited N.Y.C. After getting situated in a hotel, I made phone calls to the three names I had obtained thru Ads. I was very disappointed when none answered their phones. At this point I was so excited I decided to try one of the "Screw" Ads. I was answered quickly, and told where she was located, and could come right over. It was within a reasonable walking distance of the Hotel, so I rushed right over, and was let into a sparsely furnished apartment by a good looking Black girl, who instructed me to remove my clothes and get down on my hands and knees and lick her boots. This I did, feeling this was just the start of my slavedom. After a short time, she paddled my ass lightly with a light wooden paddle and instructed me to lay on the floor and masturbate myself while she spread her legs, standing so-that her pussy was over my face, and while I masturbated, she pulled her panties aside and fingered herself, and since I was still highly excited, I quickly came. She then gave me a cleansing tissue to clean myself and said to get dressed. I paid her $50, and having dressed left the apartment, and checking my watch, I was sure I was there about 15 minutes, although the Ad said $50 per hour, I quickly got back to the hotel and began to wonder if all of my prospects were like the Black girl. However, shortly I was ready to try again, and again no answers, and again turning to "Screw" I picked an ad asking $20 per hour (or was it a session?), I again got a quick answer and again found the address not far away, so I rushed over to the address provided and was let into an apartment which made me realize this was a whore house, however I asked for a dominant and was sent into a cubby hole with a pretty white girl — before going into the room. I paid the Madame, when in the room, I was again instructed to remove my clothes, and while doing so the girl was called out of the room, and upon coming back said I would have to pay more money to be dominated, so I came up with another $10, realizing this was a real rip off, as she had no equipment, and using my own belt she gave me a few strokes, and told me to masturbate while she shook her ass some, in fact didn't even remove her panties. I  had some trouble masturbating due to the let down, but finally reached a climax and quickly dressed and got out of this rip off scene.

Back at the hotel I was ready to call it quits and go out and buy some porno material to feed my fantasies again, but decided to try my three Ad prospects again, and after a couple of rings the phone was answered, and a woman's voice asked what I wanted, and I told her of receiving her phone number thru the magazine Ad, and could I come to see her.

She asked could I pay a fee of $50 per hour, and remembering the extremely short sessions I had just experienced I asked whether this was a full hour, and quickly got an angry answer to the effect she didn't clock it but I would be given my fee's worth. I begged her pardon and was given her address and was told to be there at 7:30 P.M. So I didn't call the other two prospects. I had about 3 hours to wait, but since the address was some distance, I got my car out of the garage and located the apartment building and checked how long it would take to get there, then returned to the hotel and showered and laid down to rest and wondered if this was another rip off, but thought it might not be as it wasn't an instant come right over affair, and I fantasized till I was ready to explode.

I dressed when the time to leave arrived and getting my car out of the lot,I drove to the address and parked the car and killed the remaining time walking in the neighborhood and at about 7:20 P.M. was in the lobby of an apartment where one had to ring the apartment and after telling my dominant, via the intercom, who I was, heard the buzzer unlocking the lobby door. I used the elevator to reach her apartment and my heart was really racing as I realized this was not a fly-by-night apartment, but somebody's permanent residence.

I rang the bell, and was let into a well furnished apartment by a tall, woman with a dark complexion, dressed in panties with a brassiere and a filmy negligee over it, although she was a lot older than the two I had met earlier, she had beautiful legs and breasts and a stern expression on her face, which although not pretty, was attractive.

She told me to sit down on her couch and she sat down along side of me and asked if I was an experienced slave. I answered that this was my first experience — not telling her about the two rip-offs earlier in the day. I explained I had read alot and had fantasized about being dominated, and she wanted to know if I had any specific fantasies..' I had asked if the punishment meant being whipped or spanked? I stammered, "whipping, mistress!" I had gone this far I  might as well go all the way, I thought.

She told me her name and told me I would address her as Mistress during my entire stay. I asked if I should, pay now, but she said, "No wait till the session is over I was told to go into her bedroom and remove my clothing, and while undressing she came in and opening a drawer in her dresser, she removed a couple of pairs of leather handcuffs, a length of rope, a metal collar and a number of paddles and a nasty looking 3 ft. cat-o-nine tails. Looking at all this paraphernalia, my thoughts no longer was on rip offs,but was I into something over my head and seriously considered backing out, however my penis, said stay! I had a hard erection, and knew I would be sorry if I left without experiencing whatever lay ahead.

I was told to get on my knees, and my hands were fastened behind with the cuffs, also a pair was put on my ankles and the rope was used to fasten my ankles to my wrists. There was enough play in the rope so I wasn't too uncomfortable. The metal collar was put on my neck and was fastened in place with an Allen wrench, so without it, it would be absolutely impossible to remove the collar. My mistress clipped a dog chain onto a metal loop on the collar, and told me to follow her as she led me into her living room. It was difficult to walk on my knees with my ankles fastened, however, there was enough play so I could put one knee ahead of the other, but not by much, so it took many knee steps to make progress and I was soon panting some, and mistress told me I sounded like a panting dog and I should bark as I followed her, and whenever I stopped barking she would give a hard yank on my collar and order me to bark. I was finally led back to the bedroom and she put the chain in my mouth and told me to walk around her bed while she rested.

While resting she removed her panties, brassiere and negligee and provided me with an exciting view of a beautiful body to which I expected I would have to make some sort of obeisance!

After about two trips I was stopped at her bedside and the dog chain removed, and she told me to kiss her feet, but first I would lick her shoes clean. She had on high heels and I had to lick the soles, take the heel in my mouth till each shoe was thoroughly licked, then I began to lick her feet, licking between each toe as Mistress directed. This was tiring as I was still on my knees and it was difficult to set my face low enough sometimes, especially when Mistress didn't hold her feet up to my face. I realized she did this to let me know who was boss, and would express displeasure by bringing her foot up sharply giving me essentially a kick in the face, at the same time remarking about my poor performance. After what seemed a long time, she told me to begin kissing her legs and thighs up to her pussy and I soon found my mouth over her pussy, with Mistress — very dominantly telling me to get busy pleasing her. I forced my tongue between her pussy lips and found her clitoris which was very pronounced and soon had Mistress playing with her own tits. She was excited and gave a couple of bucks, I noticed she had become very damp and she sighed and seemed to be satisfied, as she laid back and relaxed, so I backed away, but she at once very sternly told me to get back to work as she wasn't completely satisfied. I began again, and soon had her excited again and she was now very wet and she used her hands to keep my face tightly against her pussy and I was using my tongue till it was aching at the base.

At long last she began to buck again and after laying back for a couple of minutes, pushed me away, and got up, and laughing, asked did I like her fluids - I, of course, answered that I did, however she went out and brought in a wash rag and wiped off my face, and said I was a real good pussy eater and I should try her asshole.

She layed on the bed, face down, with her ass available, this was something I had fantasized about, but didn't know if I could do, so I just licked her ass cheeks, till she very angrily told me to get my tongue into her asshole, which I did, but was sort of happily surprised she probably had thoroughly washed herself, so that other than a sort of musty odor I didn't find it too bad, and once I realized how I was being completely degraded by a really dominant woman, I again found myself getting an erection.

After an appreciable time, she rolled away and told me I was a very good slave and could expect more of the same in future sessions, however I must be punished just to satisfy her desire to completely dominate me, so she freed my wrists and told me to get up onto the bed - she laid a towel on the bed and I struggled up onto the bed, having been on my knees for so long, it was a treat to get off them, and I lay on the bed, really thankful for the rest, however Mistress — again tied my arms and hands. Looking sideways I saw Mistress — with the 3 ft. (at least it looked like 3 ft.) cat-o-nine tails. She said she was going to whip me as she had to prove she was completely dominant, I turned my head away as I just couldn't watch her, I heard the swish and felt the blow across my shoulders, it was enough to make me yell and the edges of my left shoulder felt like I had been burned, as I soon realized the tips of the cat did most of the damage and caused most of the pain. The other shoulder felt only a hard slap, but the shoulder the tips fell on would be just losing the hot feeling when another blow would land, and soon I was squirming around and moaning, but never asked Mistress to stop. I do not know how many lashes I received, but finally she stopped, leaned over and looked in my face and asked if I was ok, all I could do was shake my head and say "Yes , sure," and I said I could take it, but she was going out to the living room to take a smoke and then return to whip my ass, if I didn't object. I told her after coming this far she should do anything she wanted. So I lay there, knowing I must be marked up as I could feel the shoulder was hot and not exactly looking forward to the next whipping, but again so excited I couldn't back out.

Mistress returned and taking up the whip began to lash my ass, again the pain was concentrated where the tips landed - mainly on my left hip, and if anything, was more painful than the blows on my shoulders. I would clench when I thought the blow was about the fall, but was told to stop it, so trying to lay there limp was as hard as anything I had experienced. How many lashes I received I do not know but again I was squirming, and yelping at each lash as the pain seemed to build up to a point I couldn't stand, however Mistress stopped finally, and rubbed my poor hip and ass with cool hands remarking how hot I was in the area the tips had fallen - I had to agree.

Mistress then told me to roll on my back and straddled my face, telling me to eat her, while I masturbated - it wasn't long to my climax, and Mistress climbed off the bed and again supplied me with a wash rag to clean up my cum. Then removed the collar and cuffs. She told me to go to the bathroom and clean up, I looked at my shoulders and hips in the mirror and was shocked. I was a mass of abrasions, however no skin was broken. I cleaned up and put my clothes on and went into the living room where Mistress sat, having put her clothes on. I asked if the marks would be permanent, and she laughed and said they would be gone in about a week - hoping I wasn't married and would have to explain them.

So we went to the door and I put my coat on, paid her and she kissed me goodbye, telling me I could come back anytime, but to be sure to call in advance. I went out to my car, very pleased I had passed my test as a slave, who could please a really dominant woman - and looking forward to the next session and fantasies yet unfulfilled. I am not sure the above is the type of correspondence you desire, but it is a truthful story of my first sessions with good and bad dominants - bad in the sense they were rip-off artists, I hope that withholding my name and the dominant's name will not lead you to believe the above to be a fairy tale.

The Mistress in later sessions told me of her problems with "crazies" and didn't care to advertise in "Screw" type magazines where she doesn't have any control over who calls her, whereas she felt her ability to judge by the letters she receives, if the writer was a nut or a sincere submissive, to cut the nuts to a minimum. Therefore I would not want even her name known, even though I realize how difficult it would be to annoy her with only this information.

I want to withhold my name as I live in a rather small town at present, but I suspect if I can obtain your magazine - others can, so would rather keep my closet status, even though I am certain you wouldn't use my name in conjunction with the article above if I requested it to be withheld.