Already a few weeks ago I discovered the account of the well-known mistress Cruel Reell on Twitter. I followed the account, watched her videos and posts regularly.
When I then saw that she was still looking for a slave for a workshop, I saw in it my great opportunity.
I wrote to her and applied. Amazingly, she accepted my application. She chose me for her workshop! Since I had no idea how such a thing runs, I asked her if I could bring her a gift. She then told me her favorite perfume. I went to buy the expensive perfume and let it also immediately fancy wrapped. I myself am in such subtleties unfortunately a bit clumsy.
The excitement rises
I was very excited about what was in store for me. The nervousness grew steadily. In the meantime, I had watched a few videos on your homepage. There was spanking, CBT and much harder videos. Suddenly I got it but a little to do with fear. If I had informed me better before. But no, you can do it, I told myself.
I did not want to back out. It should be my first BDSM experience. My knowledge I had only from videos. Would reality be the same? In the meantime, I wrote a little with the great Cruel Reell.
I kept her up to date about my preparations. I told her that I had got the perfume and also that I already had the collar and leash ready.
The day arrived ...
Finally Sunday came. The Bullwhip workshop was booked. I did not even know what Bullwhip is! I had been super nervous all day. I had the gift wrapped, neck cuff and leash of course. I put on my fanciest thong.
And then I made my way to the fair. I was full of anticipation to be able to look around at the fair, to meet Cruel Reell and also to participate in her workshop. But, I was also scared.
At the fair
I was nervous. Did I have everything with me? Gift, collar, leash. It was all there. So I looked around a little at the fair. There was a lot to discover. There was BDSM furniture, at the mere sight of which I already got it with the fear. There was a St. Andrew's cross. I always thought it was a railroad crossing. Here I was now taught better.
My first live meeting with the mistress
I saw Cruel Reell sitting on the bench. She had her sexy riding clothes on. The nervousness in me rose immeasurably. I introduced myself and was about to present my gift. This was my first mistake!
She pointed out to me that one has to kiss the boots of the mistress first. I did as I was instructed. After that I gave her my gift. She unwrapped it right away and I was lucky, it was the right one.
Cruel asked me a few questions. Partly really very unpleasant, embarrassing questions.
Now it was time to undress. Only my thong I was allowed to keep on. I got a T-shirt from her with the imprint "My safeword is harder". This did not suit me at all, after all it was my first time with a dominatrix.
I knelt down and my dominatrix put the collar on me and hooked the leash. Now I belonged to her!
She had a second slave with her. He also got a collar and off we went. We looked around the fair. I walked behind her on the tight leash. We two slaves were led around a little by Cruel on the fair and presented.
The first time at St. Andrew's Cross
Mrs. Reell now felt like playing. She said to me that there was a great BDSM playroom at the fair. On the way there she threatened me what I would experience there. Once in the playroom, she tied me to the St. Andrew's cross. Now there was no turning back for me.
Okay, it had always been my dream somehow. But in reality, it is always a little different.
She took out her big rivet paddle. One side was smooth and the other side had lots of rivets. I hoped she would use the smooth side.
She started counting and I had to count along. When we reached ten, there were of course a few bonus strokes.
She was happy about it and visibly had fun. After some time I was released and I was relieved.
My next task was to disinfect the paddle and the St. Andrew's cross.
It was a public playroom, here of course special attention had to be paid to hygiene. We then walked a few laps around the mess. I could recover and my face color also came back.
Expensive fries
The mistress was hungry. We went outside to the french fry stand. I still had only my thong on with a t-shirt. It was 3 degrees outside. But well, if the mistress is hungry, you have to go through it. I bought her a portion of fries.
A few of them fell down. Reell ordered me to pick them up and eat them. I was slightly disgusted, but I did it.
We went back inside. There were a few leftover fries for me from the fry sticks. I was hungry so I ate them gladly.
A short time later she told me the price for the individual fries. Depending on the size, there were up to 10 strokes for them. I lost my appetite. But if you were offered something by your mistress, you didn't refuse it. So my account of strokes became bigger and bigger.
The cage
We went back to the playroom I was already familiar with. Now it was time to get the beating account down again. She put me in a cage. Meanly one could fix there also the head. The door was closed.
Reell took out the familiar paddle again. Unfortunately, her arm with paddle actually fit well through the bars. We worked through the strokes from the account again and she made me suffer properly in the process. I wasn't sure I could take it. But she was visibly amused again.
Finally, we got to zero at last. But Reell wouldn't be Reell if there weren't a few bonus strokes on my testicles and penis with the stud side of the paddle.
When she released me from the cage, I was really relieved. We walked back across the mess hall. Reell wanted to go out again and I had to go along.
But at 3 degrees the cooling for my already deep red butt was not so bad.
We made a short stop at a photo shoot. Then it went on to various booths with toys, which she briefly tested on me. She put me before the choice. Spanking or buying a cane.
I knew that my butt would not stand any more beatings today. I was glad to have the choice. So I bought the cane. But it came differently than thought. Reell wanted to try it out for a short time. And so both slaves had to lift the T-shirts so that she could test the cane on us.
The time went by quickly, now only the bullwhip workshop was on the list. I had already forgotten about it. Or better said completely repressed ...
Bullwhip Workshop
The Bullwhip Workshop took place in front of an audience. Or was it just people who were part of the workshop? I am not sure. Around me everything kind of turned when I saw what would be waiting for me now. Bullwhip ... yes, it meant that I would have to endure more beatings.
Bullwhip is a whip! Somehow I felt close to tears now! But I also didn't want to give myself the nerve to give up. No, I still bravely stood through this workshop as well.
Cruel Reell explained the Bullwhip. It was shown and swung around a bit.
I was allowed to pause for a brief moment until she placed me in the center of the stage. She made me get on my knees. I did as I was told. Even before the first blow, I began to tremble. Obviously my body had now slowly enough and no more strength. My mistress did not care.
With a cruel smile on her face, she showed everyone how to strike with the whip. The whip wrapped around my body, the pain shot through me and almost immediately you could see corresponding weals on the skin.
It was a pain that did not go away immediately. I would have something from the lashes for quite a while. I was glad that the second slave was also still there. So not only I had to endure all this.
The farewell
The fair day was now coming to an end. After the bullwhip workshop I was allowed to leave. She dismissed me. I would have liked to talk to her a bit more, just to catch up on my experience. But she remained fully the hard dominatrix.
A mistress, without any softening feelings. So I simply chatted a little more with my "conspecific". The other slave was already full of experience and had put the whole thing away far better than I had. It was good to have someone afterwards who could catch me a little
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Zwei Ergänzungen möchte ich beitragen:
1. Die Bilder und Videos können nicht wiedergeben, wie schön Reell in Wirklichkeit ist. Immer, wenn mich Herrin Reell angesehen hat, hatte ich das Gefühl der Mittelpunkt der Welt zu sein, aber natürlich auch eine furchtbare Angst, ob jetzt etwas Schlimmes auf mich zukommt.
2. Beim Fotoshooting musste ich mich in den Vierfüßlerstand begeben und Reell setzte sich auf meine Schultern und präsentierte sich und mein lediertes Hinterteil dem Fotografen. Mit Ihrem göttlichen Gesäß auf mir und zwischen Ihren Beinen, fühlte ich mich zunächst richtig geborgen und am Ziel meiner Träume, aber mit der Zeit wurde es in meinen Armen immer anstrengender, da sie dem Fotografen natürlich jeden Einstellungswunsch erfüllte. Schließlich setzte sie meiner Idylle ein Ende, indem sie mit einem Werkzeug einige überraschende und schmerzhafte Schläge auf mein Hinterteil und zwischen meine Beine platzierte.
Sie persönlich getroffen zu haben, war für mich ein unvergesslich schönes, wenn auch schmerzhaftes Erlebnis. Eine Woche später sind Reells Spuren an meinem Körper immer noch deutlich sichtbar. Ich glaube sie hinterlässt gerne einen bleibenden Eindruck.
Als begeisterter Leser kann ich sagen, dass ich von diesem Erlebnisabschnitt sehr fasziniert bin. Die Spannung und Nervosität, die der Protagonist empfindet, wird sehr gut beschrieben und lässt den Leser mitfühlen. Die Begegnung mit Cruel Reell und das erste Mal in ihrer Gewalt sind besonders intensiv dargestellt und ich kann mir gut vorstellen, wie aufregend und beängstigend das für den Protagonisten gewesen sein muss.
Es ist faszinierend zu sehen, wie der Protagonist von einem unerfahrenen Sklaven zu einem unterwürfigen Teilnehmer am Workshop wird. Die Autorin hat es geschafft, die Emotionen und Gedanken des Protagonisten sehr gut einzufangen und darzustellen.
Insgesamt bin ich begeistert von diesem Abschnitt und freue mich darauf, mehr über die Erfahrungen des Protagonisten auf der BDSM Messe zu erfahren.
Was für ein faszinierender Bericht über deine Erfahrung auf der BDSM-Messe mit Cruel Reell! Als jemand, der sich leidenschaftlich für BDSM interessiert, finde ich es immer aufschlussreich, persönliche Erfahrungen und Perspektiven zu lesen.
Deine Beschreibung der Nervosität und Aufregung, die du vor dem Workshop empfunden hast, ist sehr nachvollziehbar. Es ist nicht ungewöhnlich, dass man sich bei neuen Erfahrungen unsicher fühlt, besonders wenn sie so intensiv und persönlich sind wie eine BDSM-Session. Es ist jedoch wichtig, sich daran zu erinnern, dass BDSM immer auf gegenseitigem Einverständnis und Vertrauen basieren sollte. Es ist großartig zu sehen, wie du dich trotz deiner Ängste auf diese neue Erfahrung eingelassen hast.
Dein Bericht über den Workshop und die verschiedenen Aktivitäten, an denen du teilgenommen hast, ist sehr detailliert und informativ. Es ist klar, dass du viel gelernt hast und eine tiefe Wertschätzung für die Kunst des BDSM entwickelt hast.
Ich freue mich darauf, mehr von deinen Erfahrungen zu lesen und wünsche dir alles Gute auf deiner BDSM-Reise!