External Link/Members OnlyChloe doesn't seem to have any BDSM reviews on this site despite her very extensive experience in offering domme services. I'm aware of her controversial history in the escort world but my personal experiences of her are excellent.
Comms were quick and simple. One friendly phone call in the evening set the meet up for the following afternoon.
Location is pretty central to MK but slightly tricky to find; she assumes you park up some five minutes walk away which most of the time is true.
Her working flat in a modern tower block is shared with a buddy. Once thru the main door off the street, no prob. Quite a good pad, very good bathroom.
Before anything else, a very careful discussion of whats wanted and expected/offered to make sure there are no misperceptions of whats about to happen. A safe word agreed. Money and shower done. Deep breath, here we go.
In fact Chloe is a force of nature. Once I'm tied up (standing up, back to the door) I'm in her psychological as well as her physical clutches. I had thought beforehand that I was mentally tough enough to stand up to almost anything. Once the process started it was a different story, tho. The session had started quite light-hearted. A few lubed sounding rods shoved up the japs-eye and pulled around. Different thicknesses give different sensations. Next, electrics. The sensation was much more unpleasant than i had expected. Out of control doesn't begin to describe it. Mild panic.
All of this was just the warm-up to the main event; experiencing the force of female rage towards men in general. Somehow Chloe felt that I wasn't humble enough as I dared to talk back to her. A ball-gag gleefully tied on took away my last defence. No more safe word possibility; i was given a clicker as the only means of appealing to her mercy. A snarl of contempt as her attitude revved up several notches into full-throttle hatred. I was turned around to face the wall. Hands behind my back pulled up so that I was bent over. Legs kicked apart, a dollop of KY applied you-can guess-where and a strap-on going where the sun don't shine.
A stream of verbal abuse assured me that this was not a dream that i could wake up from; that even if i clicked a thousand times I still depended on her compassion. No matter how loudly I screamed and roared, all that could be heard was a vague bleat through the gag. Oh, how I longed for a nice polite conversation about the weather! Oh, how I regretted all my misdemeanours thru life that brought me here! Oh, the impossibility of even begging for mercy! Suddenly Guantanamo Bay felt like a perfectly reasonable holiday option.
At last the agony came to an end. I was untied and bidden to kneel before Her Majesty and asked if I wanted to fuck her. Still gagged, I dumbly hesitated and nodded yes. In fact this was untrue; I was actually much more subdued, humbled and broken than I ever expected. But the kicker was yet to come. Sitting cross-legged just inches in front of me, Chloe put a dildo up herself, played until she came, whipped the gag off me and shoved the dildo down my throat, telling me to suck it and report back my thanks for what I had received.
That was pretty much the end of the 1hr session. By then I felt as if I'd been thru a psycho-shredder and spat out of its other end. Chloe is extremely good, tho, at offering a gentle back-to reality re-entry process. Another shower and I staggered back out into the world resolved to be kinder to all living things from then on. That lasted until the nearest kebab shop.
Even so, I ended my thank-you text later that "I think I'll lock my door tonite!" and meant it! To which she replied "Don't worry, you're quite safe!"
Altogether, a terrific experience. Would I repeat? Sure, as soon as i have a few more sins to repent. I'm working on it.
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