Double Domination Sessions

Are you searching for a Double Domination Session?
First things first.

What exactly are you searching for?

I’d hazard a bet most guys will type ‘double domme sessions near me’ or perhaps ‘find double domme sessions’; some will type ‘dom’ instead of ‘domme’. And only a tiny few (IMAO) are likely to enter the word ‘domination’ in full.

Why does this matter? Well, if you’re looking for two Dominatrices or a pair of Mistresses offering double domme sessions together, it’s not going to be an issue. But what if you’re looking for a genuine Male-Female Couple, experienced in delivering true double domination sessions? SERPS (Search engine result pages) generated from those common generic phrases I just mentioned are likely to mean you’re going to come up short on suggestions, for two reasons. Strictly speaking ‘Domme’ refers to women & the word ‘dom’ to men. So you’ll find plenty of ladies collaborating to offer this service; most of them push the ‘double the intensity’ ‘double your pain’ ‘not one but two powerful women (or ‘femme fatale’s as some promote themselves as) taking complete control’ ‘deeply immersive experiences unlike any other’ and so on. If that’s what you’re looking for, then Happy Days.

The word ‘collaborating’ is important. True, there are dommes out there who’ve worked together for decades, with a genuine dynamic; other’s get together on occasions to promote duo experiences in rented dungeons… booking significant numbers of clients ‘en bloc’ for sessions; some ladies just don’t like working solo, they need to ‘bounce off’ somebody else… fair enough & not least because the world of BDSM is founded on trust; submission complements domination & vice versa. The ‘collaboration’ word 😩😩😩has come to the fore in recent years, especially since Blair. Its more than a ‘buzz word’. It’s at the centre of a Millennial’s perception of the world, spoon fed by teachers sold on socialism where ‘everybody helps one another’ with the ‘whole being the greater than the sum of its parts’. It’s promoted as a strategic process which increases productivity and raises morale by bringing together different perspectives. ‘Teamwork’ is everything to these people, with many of them actively discouraging, despising even, any notion of individualism or dare I say entrepreneurism. (interesting to note how productivity continues to decline across the western world in the face of this ‘wonderful new mantra’ but I digress). It explains why so many of the younger (under 45 years old) practitioners of kink act this way. There is a marked difference between the work ethics and ideas of GenX’ers and Millennials, and one reason I/we prefer to focus on the former, and vice versa.  There are parallels in the adult industry too, with collaboration between suppliers and as another example, creators on PPV platforms. There’s room for us all; it’s just ‘different strokes for different folks’ and no ‘one size fits all’. BDSM covers a wide spectrum of activities. Back to the subject of this blogpost though IE those looking for a GENUINE MALE-FEMALE COUPLE, where he & she are BOTH skilled at delivering BDSM services and thus, an exhilarating double domination session. And that’s where it get’s tricky. Why? Because there are so very few of ’em around, as you’ll likely know if you’ve ever seriously looked.

For years (since 2015 at least) I’ve participated in double domination meets, but its only fairly recently I’ve stopped to really think about it, and its potential. As a perfectionist by nature and somebody cruelly hard on ONESELF I suppose that shouldn’t come as a big surprise. There really is no substitute for experience, in any field. You can watch tutorials and seek mentorship till the cows come home, truth is though you won’t be SKILLED, not until you’ve seen it all for YOURSELF (or a lot of it anyway), you’ve ridden the highs, survived the lows, and continue resolutely to move forward. Onward & upward. I’m finding this now with trading markets; a difficult path only mastered by a tiny few (less than 5%). Heavy odds against me succeeding but succeed I will. Its causing me to reflect on my journey through the sex industry over nearly twenty years, the last 13 at the sharp end, IE, personal services. Year in year out I’ve been meeting ‘straight’ bicurious & bisexual men, subs and sissies with my partner Tees Valley Mistress formerly fun50minx. Naturally dominant, she got drawn into the BDSM world years ago; mentored by two of London’s top dominatrices, she went on to carve out her own niche as Mistress Orchid, enjoying patronage from a good number of regular clients. I followed, more of a Switch than a dom, before becoming confident offering services as a male dominant (not strictly a Master, though clients persist in calling me that). Together we deliver a potent combination; ‘unique’ implies ‘one off’ which clearly we’re not, nevertheless we’re one of a breed, and a quite rare one at that.

Yesterday we experienced one of the hottest, kinkiest double domination sessions we’ve had in a while. It wasn’t ALL down to us; there was chemistry too; The client had visited at least three times before, so we had ‘previous’ to go on, and good rapport. Good communication and mutual respect really are key components of a great meeting. Of minds and bodies.
For the sake of anonymity, we’ll call him John. John’s a skipper from Hull, used to an extreme life, a life most people shoreside know little about. Most of y’all know I’m an ex mariner & rig worker myself… so straightaway there was empathy. Quite a few clients are offshore workers or military; Or they’re high rollers in business. Hard core work seems to go hand in hand with extreme kink, especially submissive play. These kinda guys CERTAINLY won’t be going to their graves wondering. Those early years shaped my life forever. Fools weren’t suffered gladly; you did as you were told when you were told & you didn’t question it. Lives often depend on it whether it be within a theatre of conflict, or a heaving drill floor battered by mountainous seas, hurricane force winds and horizontal rain. That’s an environment ALIEN to a good swathe of the population, who have no concept of it at all. Same goes for the business magnates… most paint them as ruthless people who don’t pay their fair share of tax; again, their world is one most people have no concept of, and no interest in understanding. Symptoms of #BrokenBritain, and a widening divide between the US and the UK, success and failure. Unless of course you get your news from the BBC in which case you’ll view the world very differently.

Unfortunately, John suffered a work related accident and injury years ago, which forced him to seek employment ashore. He works for the ports until early retirement next year and the promise of better days ahead running a charter boat for sea anglers. John’s a kinky individual, inclined to mildly cross dress, and heavily submissive. He texted us numerous times beforehand with his latest wants/needs/desires, including requests for very tight restraint, and for us to feel free ‘to use him in whatever way we chose’. His mild cross dressing has more to do with his ‘alter ego’ aka ‘another self’ distinct from the personality he’s in in his waking state, compared to a different one under hypnosis; not that we were going to put him under…. instead we would encourage him to embrace his hidden second self, his need to feel like a slut, by means of erotic stimulation boosted by us administering hefty doses of poppers as & when deemed necessary.

So once he’d got ready we strapped him down. Previous times we’d only used the standard restraints, but today we went further, with extra leather straps plus red bondage rope; there was no way he was ever going to wriggle loose. We put him in the gas mask too. It’s got a pump connected to a jar. In the jar we put an amyl soaked rag;

‘Breathe in subby!’ ‘MORE!’

He did as he was told. We could see his skin turn to gooseflesh & his face coloured up, but it would be a while before he truly let go, and got ‘f_cked up’ as they say.

A fortnight ago we got a big box of goodies from California USA. John had intended to drive to us wearing an inflatable butt-plug so he would be ‘open’ ready for business, but for whatever reason he chose not to. So we started him off with a wee anal vibe from RocksOff. Right away he got aroused. I told him he’d be the first to experience one of our new toys, but ONLY if the thread of precum oozing from his semi hard cock could be sustained, and ONLY if it touched down on the floor under the bench. I was referring to a vibrating p-spot massager. It’s high quality with built in ‘come hither’ action, designed to precisely massage THE SPOT, complete with remote controller good for a distance of 35 feet. Needless to say, Tees Valley Mistress wasted no time upping the speed and intensity of the vibe and pretty soon John was moaning. That’s all he could do… moan and precum… so tightly was he bound. Moving up in scale, Rocks Off’s Big Boy proved too much, so we reverted to glass, followed by a 37mm electro plug wired in parallel with a loop around his cock. John’s quite big, so it was no problem getting the loop to stay put. Connecting it to ElectroPebble we soon had him on 100% power… he was luvin it, all the time TVM was teasing him and pumping the popper bulb. We added another loop and removed the plug, switching power over to a 2B. We wanted to pleasure him anally while stimming his cock. It had grown to a state of semi-hardness. TVM left the room… I knew she was away to fit the new custom strapon, recently landed from the US along with the vibes. It had needed adjustments to the harness so we took it to the local shoe repair/key cutting shop. We’ve used them for years and always enjoy a good banter with the proprietor and his helper. They’re hard workers and one of the few remaining shops open for business in the local high street, save for the usual vape shops/barbers/money launderers UGHHH!! The young helper asked what the belt was for. I replied ‘for me to know & him to wonder’. He was still scratching his head when we went to pick it up a week later…but not for long. ‘Do you need a carrier bag’ he inquired politely. We’d both gone in together this time…‘Nah’ I replied, ‘just swap it into this bag’ which contained two cases of beer, for their Christmas! Young guy couldn’t get over it…his face lit up; But you need to look after the people who look after you don’t ya think guys?

Ten minutes after she’d left the room, Mistress returned, resplendent in black satin dominatrix dress and rich leather harness supporting an eight and a half inch realistic cock dildo. The phallus itself cost us eighty odd sobs, but worth every penny…it’s SO real its amazing; feels like cock, looks like cock, penetrates like cock complete with foreskin and veins! John didn’t think he could take it, so we swapped it over for a smaller strap-on dildo; we’ve got three sizes; we offered him the biggest, which was around 60% of the size of the realistic cock. Mistress teased both men with it, knowing they were bisexual & drawn to cock AND pussy. Once she’d finished playing around, she eased it into him, surprisingly easily. It seemed we’d picked the optimum size for his hole as we found it TODAY. Hopefully we’d get him trained up to take bigger as time passed. In no time at all she’d upped the ante. Now banging him hard while he egged her on…he wanted it, it was what he’d craved, this was fantasy finally meeting REALITY.
TVM began to tire. Pulling out of his sloppy mancunt she stood down, while I stepped up. Literally. Turning John’s head to one side, I removed the gas mask and replaced it with a shroud, covering his eyes, but leaving his mouth accessible. I popped a finger in. He knew what was coming. Offering him my still flaccid cock and rubbing the foreskin against his lips, he opened his mouth. Remember he was there for us to use him in anyway we saw fit, and I’d been working hard on him and his needs. So too had TVM. I wanted him to get me hard; Though interested in what was going on during the past 45 minutes or so, I’d been too busy focused on his desires to think too much about myself. I wasn’t at the best angle, so I maneuvered myself onto the bench to be WITH John, facing him. It’s very strong and built for that purpose as a custom option when we invested in it years ago. It still looks and performs as good as when it was new. Opening my legs and wrapping my hands around the leather stirrups I was able to recline in front of him, encouraging him to suck me. His oral skills left a lot to be desired, but hey, that’s okay! You gotta start somewhere. Give credit where credit’s due though… he must have hit some spots because I got to nearly 7 inches and had him gagging so respect to John. I needed him to get me hard cuz I wanted to f_ck him, and F_CK HIM I DID. While Mistress tantalised him with her tits in his face, I rode him hard doggy style, pulling myself tight up against the metal hoop of the bench while penetrating him fully. Then, holding onto the stirrups once more I was able to stretch backward and literally ream him. He absolutely loved it, as most men do when they cast inhibitions aside and finally FINALLY go with it.

There comes a time in many sessions when you’ve really got momentum going, and this was it. John had booked 90 minutes and we’d got face sitting and milking on the list still to do…so it was a case of ‘all change’ and get him in the sling, but not before TVM had smothered him with her cunt and ass. Ordering subby to lay ACROSS the bondage bed, under the chains and all the SeriousKit paraphernalia, she asked him which he wanted first. ‘Don’t mind’ he blurted; ‘that’s not an answer!’ she retorted. Then, offering her trimmed pussy to his face, she straddled his body and rubbed hard against him. With his face covered I took the opportunity to go down on him….he was a lot harder now, & I wanted to get him LONG & STRONG; it’s not often we get to play with a warm willing 8 inch cock. As I sucked, he grew in my mouth, but still not to its full potential; that would come a few minutes later as I opened the valve of the milker. It slurped and pulsated as it drew him in. John’s one of the few client’s we need the bigger tube on. It’s different to the standard ones in that it’s open chamber. Once the cock’s fully inserted & the suction’s got you erect,  it’s totally immersed in the lube which fountains up into the head of the tube. Twice before we’d failed to deliver a purr-fect experience on the milker…both times we’d struggled with the intermediate tube and it being too tight, then when we swapped, the bungee wasn’t strong enough to carry the heavier piece (you’d have thought SK would have supplied an alternative); it meant those previous occasions had been spoiled through broken momentum and disappointment. Today though we’d come loaded for bear. NOTHING was going to stop us delivering one hundred per cent. A sturdier bungee cord did the trick, enabling the tube to ride up and down as it should…  but we were in for a surprise. John asked ‘Can you two f_ck in front of me?’  Music to my ears! Motioning TVM onto the bench I turned it so he could get a good view from the sling…. ‘Wanna see her cunt in all its glory?’ I asked him…

‘Yeah…’

We’ve a mini metal torch in the gadget trolley. Reaching for it, I shone it onto her slit…. ‘Ain’t that lovely John?’

Then, moving between the footrests of the bench, I moved in, and had my wicked way. Me and the Minx were talking about it this morning… marveling at how hot it felt, us fucking at the same time as being encouraged by a man getting stimulated to the max by mechanical means under our control. Heady stuff. We fucked hard for a good while; the big mirrors made it all the more horny. We were discussing it because the penny had finally dropped as we thought more and more about the allure of double domination sessions for clients like John. I’d remembered once YEARS AGO a client saying we could make a fortune offering sessions just like this. But his observation had fallen on deaf ears. For too long you could say ‘we’ve been hiding our light under a bushel ‘(as they used to say) and not making the most of our abilities and experience by failing to properly promote the full range of services. Sometimes these things just creep up on you don’t they, as days become weeks, weeks become months, years etc.

TVM was tiring. She called a halt to intercourse which had been shall we say ‘spirited’, and intense. The whole session had been very physical, but I was still horny AF. Stepping up onto the bondage bed over and above John I started masturbating. John had a long leather dress on, tailored from very fine material. He pulled it up his midriff making me think he wanted me to cum over his body. All the time the SeriousKit milker was doing its stuff, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap as it continued to stroke him. Me cumming hard must have flicked another switch for John… his face contorted as if in pain… ‘Here! More poppers’ I hollered, knowing that the rush would force him to become more kinky, more wanton, more slutty. I thought he let go but I wasn’t sure…any cum mixes with the lube and you can’t always tell. Sometimes the machine’s so intense you don’t know if you’re cumming or pissing or both, feelings get blurred trust me. I wasn’t going to let him finish though. not yet. I wanted to push him to ejaculate multiple times. Few men are up for that. Some resign themselves to not cumming after the first ‘nearly there’ and failure, then rubbish the machine saying it’s unpleasant and disappointing. Others recognise its a stepped thing; every ‘almost there & it goes again’ is a step closer to the holy grail of orgasms… give the mind space, let the kit do its work and most of all be patient and you WILL be rewarded. As John found out THREE TIMES the last being the most intense of them all. Knowing subsequent orgasms might need even more in the way of stimulation I’d got the ‘cum hither’ vibe back in his bottom. IT ‘fingered him’ as the machine stroked him. I told him ‘more poppers’ and started talking dirty to him while physically rocking the sling. That extra motion intensifies the experience… John began to cry out while writhing in the sling…

‘Ball gag’ he yelled to the Tees Valley Mistress. Grabbing a stretchy rubber one from the rack behind John’s head, she forced it across his mouth & held it tight, there was no time to secure it… John exploded #JobDone.
And that my friends is a TRUE account (no fiction here, never has been never will be) of a double domination session with a male female couple in the North East. Next!

PS Festive working hours as follows:
Mistress & Master either solo or duo every day 10AM – 7PM, later by arrangement, up to 22nd December.
23rd December, morning only.
26th Boxing Day Special: Geeze/Northern Master one slot anytime between 11AM and 3PM
27th one slot solo or duo late afternoon
28th: Back working normally (click-my-links.online)
Happy Christmas guys!