<img data-media-id="10860108" src="/89/69/8969bc5bbc1c969781bc93700e40318c72bed8c98abcfc7d65099d568e53e4d9.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>When you step into my dungeon space you see I’m dressed in thigh high black latex boots, black fishnet pantyhose, black leather shorts, a black leather corset, and tight latex gloves that end just below my elbow.</p><p>“Welcome,” I say with a devilish smile. You open your mouth to greet me, but I interrupt you. “Don’t speak unless I ask specifically to hear your voice. Stand there,” I say, pointing to a spot in the middle of the room.</p><p>“You will refer to me as Mistress Becca or Mistress. You do not make requests and you do not beg unless you’ve been given permission to do so. Do you understand?” I say.</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>“Good boy. Now, take your clothes off,” I demand.</p><p>You strip as I watch, revealing your naked body. I let you stand there, feeling the chill of the cool air on your skin. You’re nervous and your cock has shrunk to a particularly small size.</p><p>I briefly look between your legs and chuckle. “I can see why you’d be drawn to cuckolding. You’re certainly not going to do much with that, are you?” I ask while pointing at your cock. “It’s okay, I asked you a question. You can respond.”</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>I walk across the room, open a drawer, and retrieve a chastity device. It’s made from clear plastic and will comfortably fit your cock, especially in its shrunken state. “Put this on,” I say, handing you the device. “Don’t worry, yours is the first cock it will have locked up and that’s how it will stay. This little device is made just for your little dick.”</p><p>I watch and giggle as you slip your cock into the device and snap the lock shot. “Now hand me the key. Good boy.”</p><p>I walk behind you. You can feel my breath on your neck. My body is inches from yours. I know you crave my touch. “Look above you,” I command.</p><p>You look towards the ceiling and see leather cuffs attached to chains hanging down. The chains are affixed to hooks in the ceiling. I reach up and grab one of the cuffs before slipping your hand into it and locking it shut. I do the same with your other arm. “Is that comfortable?”</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>The push of a button raises the cuffs, and your arms along with them, towards the ceiling. You listen to the small whir of the engine as it becomes clear that you’ll be in bondage until I decide to release you. Your hands are now six inches above your head. You look vulnerable and a little nervous. “There’s no need to worry. I won’t hurt you much,” I say from behind you.</p><p>You hear the sound of my boots as I walk to a wall filled with implements of pain. There are paddles, riding crops, whips, and so much more. I take my time selecting while you watch. I want you to feel the agony of anticipating how I’m going to make you suffer.</p><p>When I turn around I’m holding a riding crop in my hand. I smile at you. “Your pain is my pleasure,” I say, “and you want me to feel pleasure, don’t you?”</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>I run the cool leather of the riding crop over the back of your thighs and your exposed ass cheeks. The first strike on your bottom is gentle. You feel a mild rush of pain, but it’s not nearly enough to take your breath away.</p><p>“All of my cuckolds share the same thing in common,” I say as I slowly walk around you. Your eyes follow me when they can. You take note of the tight corset and the way it pushes my breasts up, offering a visually pleasing display of their soft flesh. You stare at the riding crop in my gloved hands, knowing full well that it will soon deliver genuine pain to your flesh. “They’re all sexually inadequate in some way. They all know - without question - that they can’t fuck the way a real woman wants to be fucked.”</p><p>I stop and look into your eyes. I run the riding crop down your chest and over your chastised cock. It comes to rest under your balls. “Would you agree, cuckold? Are you sexually inadequate? Are you unable to fuck your wife the way she wants to be fucked?” I ask.</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>I gently run my fingernails down your chest, making you wince from the mild pain. I caress the plastic device encasing your cock and run my finger over the little sliver of exposed flesh at the tip. I cup your testicles and squeeze them tight enough to make you groan in discomfort.</p><p>I lean forward and whisper in your ear, “When you’re in here I own these. Is that clear?”</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>I walk behind you and raise the riding crop. You can see the movement out of the corner of your eye. You know you’re about to experience pain. This time I strike your ass fiercely. The leather bites into your bottom’s soft, vulnerable flesh and leaves an immediate welt. You scream in pain.</p><p>“Good boy,” I say. “Suffer for me.” I strike you again, this time on your other cheek. Again you scream. Now you have two beautiful welts, one for each ass cheek.</p><p>“Beg me to stop,” I say.</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>I approach you from behind and press by leather and latex-clad body against your naked flesh. I reach around and run my fingers over your chest. My touch soothes you and lowers your heart rate. “It’s okay,” I whisper into your ear. “It pleases me when you suffer for your mistress.” You can feel the heat of my breath on your flesh. It gives you goose bumps and makes you tingle. Your cock strains against the device holding it prisoner.</p><p>I move in front of you. I let your eyes drink me in. I see the arousal in them, the desperation for release that only a short time in chastity can create.</p><p>“Would you like to worship me?” I ask.</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>I smile. “I’m sure you would. I’m sure you’d worship me from head to toe if I permitted you. That’s something a cuckold has to earn, though. We’ve already discussed your inadequacies and you should know by now that you’re not entitled to anything in this room. If you’re a very good boy I might let you between my legs to worship my pussy at some point in the future, but that won’t be happening today.”</p><p>I lower your hands and release them from the cuffs. You’re free, but like a good boy you stand still and await my command.</p><p>“On your knees,” I say as I step closer. “Lick my boots,” I command.</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>“Good boy. This is what a cuckold deserves on his first meeting with his new mistress. Anything more than cleaning my boots with your tongue will have to be earned.”</p><p>I look down as you eagerly lick my boots. Your submission arouses me. It leaves me damp between the legs. I’m tempted to have you worship my pussy and bring me to orgasm, but such things must be earned by a submissive. They cannot be given freely.</p><p>“We’re going to have so much fun together, cuckold. You’re going to learn just how deep your submission can go. You’re going to learn the pleasures of having a mistress like me show you what it means to submit. Stand up,” I command, and you obey eagerly.</p><p>Slowly I walk around you, running my fingers over your body as I talk. “I have friends I can invite, that we can play with together. I can cuckold you right in this room. You can watch as a real man pleasures your mistress. Would you enjoy that?”</p><p>[Your Response]</p><p>“Of course you would, and we’ll do that as long as you’re a good boy. Now, put your clothes back on. Our session is nearly over.”</p><p>I hand you the key to the chastity device and watch as you free your cock. Precum drips from the tip and I know you wish you could masturbate. More than anything in the world you want to stroke your confined cock. You wouldn’t dare do it in front of me, though. You’re a good boy.</p><p>“This ends our first session,” I say with a smile. “I hope you enjoyed yourself and I look forward to our next meeting.”</p><p>As you leave I consider how much fun I had dominating you. I know you did too, and I know you’ll be back for more.</p>