Somehow, I always end up at the airport way too early, but the travel to my destination went very smooth and before I know it I was walking out into the arrivals hall where my Mistress was waiting for me. After some much needed making out, we were off to the exit of the airport, and if it was not for my Mistress directing me into (surprisingly clean) bathroom we would have been on a bus in no time. However, being led into a bathroom for more making out, grinding and touching was much more fun. After we got interrupted by some impatient knocking on the door, it was time to find out way to the hotel though.

The hotel was absolutely lovely and the room very accommodating and whilst there are a lot more extremely hot things to write about I am going to zoom in on a play session in the evening of that first day. Let me set the scene with some context first. Earlier during the day we had visited a semi-outdoor mall and went to do some shopping for two lovely sets of lingerie, and during this my Mistress had mysteriously been gone for a while. Furthermore, due to it being my birthday, my Mistress had treated me to a very nice bottle of prosecco.

At the start of the play it became clear why my Mistress had been gone for a while during the shopping as she suddenly uncovered a unlabelled small brown-glass bottle with a pipet. Hinting at me going to be drugged, my Mistress mixed a drink of prosecco, sparkling juice, and a bunch of drops of the mystery liquid. After having drunk the full glass it turned out that alas my body did not seem to be a fan of the prosecco. Kink sadly isn’t always glamorous, but the end result was that I found myself handing with my head over a toilet within a short period (it was not the mystery liquid that could be blamed, as this would be further investigated later during the weekend).

After something unexpected like that happening it is tempting to instead do nothing for the day, but both of us were quite eager to still have some kinky fun. After I had cleaned myself up, brushed my teeth and got some time to relax laying in bed, a scarf came out that would serve as a blindfold for quite some time that evening. Next was an arm harness that kept my arms nice and tied up together, and the finishing touch rope to tie my ankles to the bed while I was laying on my back in the comfy hotel bed. All restricted and unable to watch my Mistress started to videotape, holding up a cardboard sign for the camera “Should we check if it can get out” written on it. The check in question meant whipping me with the pigtail whip, seeing me struggle and cry out in pain but unable to free myself from my restraints.

Having made sure I was, in fact, rather well secured my Mistress climbed on top of my stomach and began writing on my chest with the marker. Soon I learned that it was to lay out the letters of Her name where soon a needle would start to weave a threat into my skin, sewing Her name into my chest instead of just writing. My chest did not offer enough skin to pierce though (my Mistress keeps trying to fatten me up a bit, but so far to no avail), so instead my upper arm became the victim of skin-sewing instead.

In the run-up to the needle piercing my skin, the fear play was turned up a notch as well, being told how big of a needle ought to be used, while I was being pressured to agree on how much I loved being sewn into. At that point my brain, in so far as it was still functioning, was in a heavy debate with itself. Laying there helpless on the bed, the whip lashes already hurting quite badly along with some painful marks from earlier that day, and only having partially recovered yet from the prosecco incident with puke still present in my nostrils – I wasn’t particularly having the greatest time. Yet, I am also really desperate to have my Owner use me in quite extreme ways, and somehow being made to endure pushed to the edge of what I can handle is extremely hot to me. So, whilst I was not able to push a resounding agreement confirming enjoyment passed my lips, no safeword came out either.

The needle going in and out of my skin was less painful then the fear of it that I had at that point build up in my head, the string passing through was not that bad either which allowed me to relax slightly. When I needed it I employed breathing techniques my Mistress taught me to calm myself down with deep breaths and focussing on counting the seconds I was breathing in and out, slowly breathing slower. Whilst sewing into me my Mistress managed to interrogate me about how much I loved it as well, told her how much I loved it, with the few times I took too long or was not resolute enough my head enduring some good smacks from Her open hand along with being choked quite forcefully.

After the sewing project was done I was whipped a little more before finally being untied. Part of me thought I was done and it had not been too bad of a play session. But the blindfold stayed on and soon I was pushed of the bed on the floor to showcase my knowledge of the positions (poses of kneeling, sitting, and standing I am trained on to display myself a certain way with only the number of the position needing to be mentioned for me to assume the correct pose). I had gone over them in the days leading up to the weekend to refresh it in my mind but I got up to position 5 when I switched it around with position 9 which landed me in trouble.

For position 5 in the end I did manage to recall it was like position 2, but then against a wall with my legs spread, a good inspection pose. When trying to find the wall whilst blindfolded I ran into some trouble though which earned me a lot of ridicule. Instead of finding the wall I was made to climb up onto a chair which I was already more or less straddling in my attempt to find the wall and my blindfold was taken off. Suddenly I found myself naked, with my face shoved against the hotel window and my ass perked up towards my Mistress, only for Her to open the window and make me shout out a greeting to the city (there were some people walking down in the street, but I am hoping no one paid attention. I was already quite beyond the point of caring about it too much as well though.

After almost landing myself into a position where I would have been fucked without any lube due to some unfortunate word choices I ended up getting railed really good, and at this point starting to get really horny from the abuse I had endured up until this point. I was granted the permission to touch myself which was a very generous blessing too and before long I was close to the edge already and was allowed to cum with my Mistress Her strapless strap-on buried deep up inside of my ass.

After being allowed to clean myself up I was rewarded with some lovely cuddling while attempting to watch some of the videos that were made during the play but my mind had at that point really checked out and more than zoned-out mumbling while snuggling up to my Mistress was the best I could do.

The weekend definitely entailed more than just kink and was also a lovely way to not only enjoy a break from all the day to day routine of life, but also share a lot of laughs with my Mistress, enjoy lovely food, see and experience a beautiful city I had not visited before, and just spend really quality time with the person that I love so intensely much.