DISCLAIMER: The following review contains lengthy and fluffy references to BDSM, cross-dressing, forced feminisation, water-sports and other perverted kinks, so if this isn’t your bag baby, then with all due respect please backtrack to the main review board. However, if this sort thing turns you on then I have gone into great detail because sessions like this are often very complex and not reviewed as frequently on here as the more usual GFE/PSE stuff. Enjoy!
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ABOUT THE VENUE (UPDATE FROM PREVIOUS REVIEW): An easy five-minute stroll from either Earls Court or Gloucester Road Tube Stations
(District & Circle Lines). Alternatively, parking spaces are available for up to four hours at a time amongst the numerous luxury marque’s that adorn the pavements of this very prestigious area.
Visitors receive confirmation of the exact address on the day upon arrival along with a very warm welcome from Lucy herself once inside. This discreet period property has two bedrooms, one with en-suite and the other with adjacent standalone bathroom. Both are tastefully decorated to a very high standard, generously soft furnished for fun and frolics with mirrors, music, sex toys, and large enough to swing a cat-o'-nine at full tilt.
Complimentary toiletries are provided to freshen up with, including neutral shower gels, mouthwash, fresh clean towels and even a bathrobe should you require one
(very comforting to wear during pillow talk). Overall, this is personally regarded as one of the most inviting, well furnished and comfortable apartments I've ever had the pleasure of visiting for an illicit liaison and a world away from many of the other dingy, sparsely furnished 'working' flats in the Earls Court area.
PHYSICALLucy is always immaculately presented and has a lovely full figure. For today’s session she squeezed her perfect curves into a figure-hugging, crude-oil-shiny, GasMaskGirl-style purple fetishy tank dress and completed the Domina look with a pair of black studded high heal platform shoes. Regardless of outfit, from hard Dominatrix regalia to soft wispy girlfriendy night attire, Lucy always looks sexy-as-hell. Beneath it all she has cute little feet, lovely long legs, a fantastic arse, a nicely trimmed, hairy pussy and really nice 34G enhanced boobs
(soft and firm instead of pneumatic and gravity defying).PERSONALITYI’m happy to admit that Lucy has become a bit of a muse for me. As a regular punter I find routine the kiss-of-death, but her engaging, alluring, exuberant personality is still wildly addictive and thoroughly intoxicating even after six successive visits. I'm extremely broad minded, as is Lucy, and so far it has been really liberating for me to be with a girl who sparks my appetite for introducing wild, esoteric sexual antics into our regular sessions.
If that sounds fluffy then rest assured she has a way with words that always leaves me in no uncertain state of sobriety afterwards, thankfully. Once into the session her personality changes to perfectly suit the role-play requested, which today was another variation on the Dominant Mistress / Submissive role-play designed to push my personal boundaries a bit further.
SERVICESKinky and gender-bending: a BDSM, Dominant Mistress / Submissive slave top/bottom with an emphasis on cross-dressing and forced feminisation. Activities include foot/arse/pussy worship and orgasm tease and denial. Level of Play: I always give Lucy free reign to rough me, i.e. slap me round the face, grab me by the neck, pinch me, spank me, use whips, etc, blind fold me, tie me up, kneel on me, push me around, etc. As usual Lucy and I exchanged texts and emails ahead of the booking to finalise my exact requirements which we then discuss in detail on the day before play commenced.
ABOUT THE MEETINGLucy towers over me; the studs on her nine-inch heel pressing down onto my leg and the bar of her riding crop held tightly under my neck “Well ... well ... well. Look whose come crawling back. Am I to assume you seek forgiveness for insulting my creativity?”
Backtrack four days previous: during a regular Dominant / Submissive session with Lucy I discovered a limit and hit the wall quite spectacularly. A night never to be forgotten by those involved, unfortunately. I won't dwell on it here, but Lucy had gone to great lengths to add a surprise element to our role-play, something I had actively encouraged her to do, for my sins. However, not being experienced enough to deal with being left in the dark I hit the panic button as the 'surprise' was literally about to walk in through the door. Thankfully, Lucy managed to piece me back together afterwards like any solid professional Escort would. Ironically, I'm now kicking myself for succumbing to the fear and missing out on what would have undoubtedly been a fun time for all involved. Sometimes even light BDSM role-plays can be painful if you're head's not screwed on properly, but looking forwards I'd be happy for her to spring that same surprise on me again one day.
Back on point: So here I am
(again), kneeling before Lucy
(again), naked, vulnerable, exposed, yet eager to please
(as always). I really wanted her to forgive me but she simply wouldn't accept it. Instead she decides that forced feminisation would be a suitable punishment. A few minutes later transformation was complete and Lucy was cooing over her handy work: me in a pink wig
(fairly aggressive bob cut with a nice shoulder length drop – think Mia from Pulp Fiction after a bit of colour correction), a tight little black dress with a seductive cut out design around the cleavage to maximise my AA chest size, seamed stockings, high heels
(which I surprising found rather easy to walk in) and last but not least a net thong to keep my schlong in check.
I then had to suffer further humiliation of posing for photographs. Not as easy task given how much of a perfectionist Lucy is when it comes to presentation and all the while barking orders and lessons in deportment: "Smile for the camera! No, no, keep your hands flat against your legs - clenched fists look horrible, darling! And keep your back straight when walking in heals, baby!" Eventually she was happy that she had enough material to update her AW blog with my fall from grace - no cock shots I promise for those of a nervous disposition.
External Link/Members OnlyLucy was clearly turned on by the makeover and before long she had me pinned down on the bed, biting hard on my nipples, squeezing my fish-netted balls like she was playing with a squishy mesh stress ball and then coming up to snog my face off, all the while brushing that lovely soft hair of hers all over my body. The play confused me to begin with as she made her intentions quite clear that punishment was in order. However, the punishment was clearly torment and tease as she edged me towards completion before dropping me like a dead weight, which she timed to perfection by backing off towards the climax of a furious oily hand job to demand I massage her feet, of all things.
After 10-minutues or so of tender toe sucking in a sort of sideways pseudo sixty-nine position Lucy turned over and parked her lovely big butt square on my face and slowly began the process of blowing me towards the brink once more while I gave her pussy and bum and good seeing to. Lucy backed off once more and I discarded the pink wig and dress, but refused to give-up the stockings and hold-ups as they really were, quite worryingly perhaps, a joy to wear. After five-minutes or so of admiring myself in the mirror (again), a quick lick from Lucy's whip reminded me who was in charge and after ten minutes spent on my knees while she pushed my head firmly between her legs she slipped on a condom and rode me every which way cowgirl: high and low on both knees, right-to-left and left-to-right up on one knee at a time, reverse, squatting front and reverse, and then backing off completely again to deny me an orgasm.
She then dragged me into the bathroom and once again towered over me while I lay down in the bath. We had previously discussed the idea of water sports and although this is a service she technically doesn't offer she was happy to give it a go on this occasion. Unfortunately, despite putting in all the required preparation work, she couldn't perform. We tried it with the lights on/off, bath and sink taps running to mimic the sound of weeing, me massaging her bladder, but it just didn't happen. Lucy suggested that maybe "I should go first", but despite the fact I was busting for a wee myself due to the copious amounts of water we had consumed I couldn't perform either. It really wasn't a deal breaker for me, just the thought of trying something new. In the end we used the 'his and hers' facilities to relieve ourselves.
By now the session had overrun hideously and I respectfully asked Lucy if we could wrap things up. It soon became clear however that she was playing the long game in terms of pleasure denial. If I wanted to get my rocks off then I would have to stay and wait until she was prepared to indulge me, otherwise I could leave now and head off to my next social engagement, albeit somewhat late, boasting an even bigger boner than what I walked in with. I called her bluff and asked if I could take a shower. The power-play was now palpable and it wasn't long before she joined me, teasing my cock between her bum cheeks as a lure back into the bedroom, but I really had to wrap this session up.
On the way out I joked that Lucy should really have kicked me out by now and so she did just that. A volley of gentle kicks to heard me down the hallway followed by one hard punt up the backside and I flew out the front door into the communal hallway. It should have ended there, but like any self-respecting Englishman obsessed with his own amusement, I dropped my trousers there in the hallway, treated her to a full moon and shouted "Kiss it baby!" She immediately made a grab for my trousers, dragged me back into the apartment and....
OVERALL: After my previous double-Domme session with Lucy and duo partner back in December I did wonder if/how further repeat visits could possibly be improved upon, but this gender-bending session had a completely fresh and kinky dynamic, just like all the others before it. Once again Lucy opened my eyes to a raft of new possibilities and has already suggested upping the anti for our next meeting. In fact, she texted me while on a shopping trip last week to confirm the purchase of some new knickers for me to wear and there has been discussions about taking my new alter ego outside of the flat. I was thinking along the lines of a covert shopping trip to M&S to try on some new hold-ups, but Lucy suggested a full on night out at the London Torture Gardens with me on the end of her leash. Not quite sure I'm ready for such a heady experience just yet, but she's slowing breaking down my barriers so who knows what 2015 will reveal. One's thing's for sure: having a good regular like Lucy has taken this hobby of mine to a whole new level.
As ever ...
385North
(looking damn good in a dress since Jan 2015)
Topic: Horny Lucy, Earls Court: BDSM, Cross-Dress, Forced Feminisation, Orgasm Denial (Read 3636 times)
