<img data-media-id="11396382" src="/ef/1c/ef1cd3ee0b66129af51d05034343d364c650fea587f321c02080d2de5cfdf2b7.jpg"><p>Welcome to my dungeon. I intend for Sessions with Mistress Becca to be an ongoing feature (published twice a month) for supporters at the femdom tier. In each update I will play a professional dominatrix you’ve booked a session with. Together we will explore cuckolding, female domination, the pleasure of pain, and much more. Each session will offer something new, including live cuckolding and other femdom pleasures. The intention is for you to verbally respond when prompted in the story, so I encourage you to read this when you’ll be able to talk when commanded to do so. Let me know what you think!</p><p><br></p><p>“Welcome, cuckold,” I say as you enter my dungeon for the second time. The air is noticeably cool as you walk to the middle of the room and stand at attention.</p><p>“Put this on,” I say, once again handing you a clear chastity device.</p><p>I watch as you slip your small cock into the device and click the lock shut. “Good boy.” I put the chain holding the key to your freedom around my neck and it comes to rest between my breasts.</p><p>You take a moment to admire my outfit. The tight black leather corset pushes my breasts up, making them intoxicating to a pathetic cuckold like you. You practically drool over my black latex shorts and the black fishnets that cling to my legs. This time I’ve chosen a pair of black leather boots that end just before the knee.</p><p>“On your knees, cuckold,” I demand.</p><p>You fall to your knees, just like a good boy should. I run my bare fingers through your hair – I’ve skipped the gloves this time – and over your neck. My touch makes you tingle with pleasure. You want more, but you know I almost certainly won’t give you what you want.</p><p>“Do you see the rack over there?” I say, pointing to a delicious looking bondage device. “You’re going to spend some time in that today. I’m going to lock your hands and ankles into it and then I’m going to punish you however I see fit.”</p><p>You tremble with desire. You know I’m going to make you suffer for me because it’s what turns me on. “Don’t you want to suffer for me? Don’t you want me to punish you?” I ask.</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>“Good boy,” I say as I kneel next to you and run my fingers down your back. I whisper into your ear, “I’m going to make you scream, cuckold.”</p><p>I stand and walk in front of you. Your face is inches from my latex-covered crotch. I grab a handful of your hair and pull you closer. “This is what you want, isn’t it? You want my pussy, don’t you cuckold? You wish you could worship my perfect pussy, don’t you?”</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>I laugh at you. “A man like you doesn’t deserve my pussy, with your pathetic little cock locked in a cage. A man like you doesn’t deserve pussy at all. You deserve to be humiliated, to suffer for me. You deserve everything I’m going to give you today.”</p><p>I walk to my wall of toys and examine my implements of pain. There are so many ways to hurt you and they’ll all bring me such delight. I run my fingers over the riding crop I used last time, over a thick wooden paddle, over a leather whip, over an exceptionally painful looking flogger, only to go back to the paddle.</p><p>“This will do quite nicely,” I say as I walk back over to you. “Have you ever been paddled, slave?”</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>“It’s going to hurt, I promise you. It’s going to bruise your ass and you might have trouble sitting for the rest of the day. I recommend using a pillow to make it a little softer for your bottom. Now, stand up and move to the rack,” I command.</p><p>You do as commanded and step into the rack. It’s an imposing-looking wooden bondage device with cuffs attached for your wrists and ankles. All I have to do is snap them shut and you’re locked in place and under my control. I can do as I please, and I intend to hurt you.</p><p>You’re facing forward in the rack and staring at the wall of my dungeon. You can hear me walking behind you, but you have no idea what I’m doing. That’s all part of the fun. At any moment I could bring the paddle down on your ass, causing you to scream in pain.</p><p>“Beg me to punish you for being such a pathetic cuckold. Beg me to hurt you,” I demand.</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>“Good boy,” I say.</p><p>I take a position just behind you and prepare to spank you with the paddle. You’re nervous and you turn your head to look. You want to know when the pain is going to arrive.</p><p>I smack your face with an open hand. The pain is immediate. The sting of my hand against your cheek is incredible and your head rings momentarily.</p><p>“Don’t you dare,” I say angrily. “You will look forward and take your punishment. You are here to suffer for me and you will do your duty as my cuckold slave.”</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>“Good boy,” I say as I gently caress your naked, vulnerable ass. “This is going to hurt, but it’s good for you. It’s good to suffer for your mistress. I’m going to give you five strokes with the paddle. You’ll have time to recover between each. After each stroke, I want you to thank me and ask for another. Do you understand?”</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>“Very good,” I say before stepping back. </p><p>You stare at the wall and wait. For a few moments, nothing happens. You begin to relax, and that’s right when you hear the sound of the paddle moving through the air. It comes down on your ass and the pain is immediate and overwhelming. A loud slap fills the air and is soon followed by your scream.</p><p>You struggle against the bondage. It’s your brain’s survival instinct. It’s telling you to run. You’re quickly defeated though. You won’t be going anywhere. That’s when you remember to thank me and ask for another stroke.</p><p>[Beg For Another Stroke]</p><p>“It would be my pleasure,” I say as I rear back and beat your ass again. The paddle lands squarely on the meatiest part of your bottom and another loud slap fills the room. You scream louder this time. The pain is worse.</p><p>[Beg For Another Stroke]</p><p>The third stroke lands almost as soon as your request for another leaves your lips. The pain brings tears to your eyes. You’re descending into sub space. Your mind is awash in suffering and yet it feels good. It feels so pure, like a great release of tension. You beg for another.</p><p>[Beg For Another Stroke]</p><p>As I strike you a fourth time, I can feel the overwhelming warmth of desire between my legs. I love making you suffer. I love that you’re willing to receive pain for me. I love that I can see the tears rolling down your cheeks. I love the way your body sags because the pain is so overwhelming. I can tell you’re going to be a good cuckold slave for me.</p><p>[Beg For Another Stroke]</p><p>This time I tease you. I start a swing and you hear the faint sound of the paddle moving through the air. You brace yourself for the pain, but it never comes. I laugh at you.</p><p>When I see you relax I strike. The final stroke lands on your ass and you lift your head and scream. I watch your body shudder as you sob in pain.</p><p>I put the paddle back in its place and come over to you. While you’re still locked in the rack I gently caress your soft, beaten skin.</p><p>“Thank you, slave,” I whisper into your ear. “Thank you for being such a good boy for me.” I give your neck the gentlest, softest kiss. It sends a wave of soothing calmness through your body.</p><p>I unlock the cuffs and set you free. I guide you to the middle of the room. “On your knees, slave.”</p><p>You fall to your knees and look up at me. Your eyes are red from the tears, but there’s a beautiful sense of submission emanating from you.</p><p>I feel the need to reward you for being a good slave. I unzip my latex shorts and pull them down. You see the black lace boyshort panties I’m wearing underneath my fishnet pantyhose.</p><p>I step forward until I’m inches from you. My fingers entwine in your hair and I pull you close. “You may kiss it,” I say.</p><p>You know I’m referring to my panty-clad pussy. You press your lips against it and kiss me. You can feel the overwhelming heat and wetness of my arousal. You know beating you has made me exceptionally horny.</p><p>“Kiss my thighs,” I say in a soft voice.</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>Through the fishnets you feel my warmth flesh against your lips. It makes your cock throb in its chastity device. You kiss me softly but eagerly. I moan. You’re making me wetter. I’m going to have to masturbate when you leave.</p><p>“Good boy,” I finally say as I step back from you. “That was a lovely session.” I order you to stand and I unlock your cock cage.</p><p>“When you get home, I want you to edge yourself while you re-live the paddling I just gave you. I want you to watch videos of women paddling their men. I want you to feel the pain again. If you’re up to it, spank yourself. Then, finally, I want you to give yourself an orgasm when you are lost in the experience of submitting to me,” I order.</p><p>As I watch you go I can’t help but think about how much fun we’re going to have together.</p>