Dominatrixes

[jane mackintosh]

It strikes me that a significant number of members have at some time or other visited a dominatrix. I realise that a professional, no matter how competent, can only simulate the depth of feeling, emotion, lust or love that we fetishists have for rainwear, crossdressing, submission, bondage & the like. Never-the-less, an imperious, mackintoshed, bebooted lady with a well equipped dungeon can provide release in time of need. Granted, at some cost, but a proper dungeon costs thousands to setup. My first & most memorable experience was in 1973 & its a testimony to this that going on 50 years later I can still remember the detail: it was Edgeware Road, London, Alexander Court(s) [an apartment block, Pat Millar(professional name) late 30s.
She had a dungeon to die for, 15 (I counted them) mackintoshes in a variety of materials (though predominently rubber) styles & colours. I ended up grovelling in front of her sucking her strapon. Then there was a distinct popping sound & a strong chemical smell. I jerked back then heard her say "Inhale, just inhale" I did, & a few seconds later went absolutely berserk. I had never heard of amyl nitrate, let alone used it. Anyway it culminated in me crashing on to the black rubber sheeted bed shrieking that I was a dirty rubber Queer & wanted to be fucked. She slid a dildo up me & I exploded into the most powerful orgasm I had experienced up till then. So it might me interesting to hear others' thoughts & experiences on this.