We had gone through the motions regarding payment, safe words, etc., and now she was about to return, and take me through the door into her fully equi...ped dungeon. Ever since I last visited a dominatrix I had known that I would one day visit another. My last mistress had put me through the usual things, i.e. caning and bondage, but at the end of our session she had walked into the room wearing a strap on dildo. I had never been interested in this before, although I must admit I had got turned. "THANK YOU," she scribbled in response."You're welcome, slave," came the cool reply. "Now strip for me. Slowly. If you do it well enough, I will reward you for much longer than a few seconds."Christine had lost track of time, as usual. It felt like there wasn't long left until the video feed ended. The session so far had got her more than a little worked up, and a sustained vibration administered by Master K would more than likely be her only chance to have an orgasm until next week. She was. I was surprised when I got a phone call in the middle of class one night. Matt and I weren’t exactly phone people. Usually I would have ignored it, but I figured if it was worth interupting my class for, I’d better answer. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘I’m in class, like I am every Thursday,’ I replied, slightly annoyed. He interupted my class. And it was obviously not an emergency. ‘Come over.’ ‘What, now?’ ‘No, next week. Of course now!’ I didn’t know whether to be angry that he interupted, or. ”After our starters were cleared away, he asked if I was feeling more relaxed.I admitted I felt much more relaxed, mainly thanks to my fourth GnT.He had a wicked smile on his face as he took a little velvet bag from his pocket, handed it to me and said, “Good. Now pop to the loo; you’ll know what to do.”Picking up the bag I did as I was told as if I was under a spell.A few minutes later I found myself sitting on the toilet looking at a silver metal butt plug with a jewelled end. Seeing that the.