I’m inspired to write about my experiences with overseas travel sessions.
The first I can recall was to the UK in 2016. I had recently begun offering submissive sessions after leaving a pretty vanilla relationship where sex work wasn’t easily negotiated. I had been without CP in my life for about 4 years, and whilst I had tried to substitute it with other forms of D/s there was nothing that really filled that gap.
So luck became of me when I fell in love with a client who offered to fly me to London. We had been playing pretty hard since April – many many spanking and caning sessions a week. I was discovering servicing him sexually again after a long drought and I was dreaming about and craving him every second of the day. Luckily for me, it was mutual.
So it was about 9 am on a Saturday morning and I had arrived in London the day before. I spent a restless night with jet lag and anticipation at our first real-time spent together not on the clock. When he knocked on the door I was already waiting in slave position with my pants pulled down and only my white cotton knickers in place. We both giggled uncomfortably knowing we were headed into a scene but dangerously comfortable with each other and wanting to embrace. A quick deep kiss refilled the space and I returned to the assigned position — always the same assigned position.
I know there was spanking involved but we were so desperate to consume each other that the sex couldn’t wait.
This first time was like teenagers finally getting the house to themselves. Master was stern as usual however there was a passion to this time; this untimed time, that had us lost in our own scene. The spanking was just to assert dominance, not to train or punish me. His hands used my body, our lips drawing deeply into each other in phenomenal ecstasy.
Most memorable to me about this scene is us in the shower afterwards. Master began spanking me again, hard under the stream. I placed my hands on the wall and presented my bottom as I had been trained to do. I noticed his cock was a 10/10, this was 15 minutes after the first time. Having never had the liberty of knowing each other in this unlimited way I realised we were at the start of an ontological shift – the coming together of an insatiable partnership built on two infallible monsters. One – the dominant monster that overtook him at every suitable opportunity and the other, the submissive monster that was roused each time an order fell my way. We swirled like this in and out of each other, taking breaks to eat and go for walks, and frequent naps that revitalised the body so it could keep going.
I would get woken up at 2 am and caned. Told to make his cock hard. Given Epsom salt baths, oysters and taken shopping in between– not purposely as aftercare; just because my Master is a genuine gentleman of whom the monster lives as a gift to me, and not an inherent part of his constitution (outside the bedroom).
I will try and share some more travelling stories whilst they come to mind — somewhat melancholy during this time of the pandemic, however, one day surely to become a reality again.