Session Stories: pegging princess

It's time for another session story, it seems like you folks really enjoy these and I have been getting a lot of requests for them. Well that is fine by me, and a great way for me to get my new subs to do some homework for me.

Today's story is beautifully written by a new sub who visited me called Ward. Ward is not based in Berlin, so came all the way here to see me. Isn't that nice. Unlike my last story, Ward is a seasoned player and is not new to the world of BDSM. I love playing with people who know what they like. Of course, there is always more to learn, and Ward did a very good job of picking up quickly how we do things around here.

Photos of BLADE by Body Unbound Photo, 2024

My Session with Blade 

by Ward

The session’s centrepiece, certainly, was anal play, something she excelled at. Starting with her gloved and lubricated hand, she slowly worked her way inside me, testing my limits with a deliberate and expert touch.

"Intro"

It was a freezing January afternoon in Berlin when I arrived at Studio Lux for my much-anticipated session with Ms Blade. This wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision. Living in Istanbul, I had explored countless options but kept coming back to her. Her profile on the Studio Lux website resonated deeply with me. From her striking photos to the way she described her approach to BDSM, I knew she was the perfect choice. After exchanging a series of emails, we had arranged a session for the middle of my visit.

"Talking to Blade"

When the day arrived, I left my hotel in Alexanderplatz and made my way to the studio, full of excitement. After a brief struggle navigating the building where Lux’s Remise rooms can be found (ignore the stairs as you enter and go through the courtyard to find the correct door), I finally arrived. Meeting her in person was everything I’d hoped for and more. Ms Blade is petite and beautiful, with natural confidence that radiated both experience and authority. Her calm yet commanding presence set the tone immediately.

She led me into the Steel Room, a beautifully decorated space that was both elegant and slightly intimidating – but that’s what you want, right? After a brief chat to confirm everything that we had discussed in our emails - my boundaries and my desires in detail, we began. Her warm, nurturing approach put me at ease instantly and it was soon clear she was not only highly skilled but genuinely invested in making this an incredible experience for both of us.

"Anticipation"

The session began with me stripping naked and kneeling in front of a large mirror while she briefly left the room. This wasn’t just a functional start but a deliberate build-up of anticipation. Kneeling there, staring at my reflection and imagining what was to come, I felt a thrill unlike anything I’d experienced. When she returned, carrying a leather flogger, the excitement only grew. She started by delivering a few light strikes, asking me to rate the pain on a scale from one to ten. It was a two - just a light sting. Pleased with my response, she gradually increased the intensity.

Her strikes grew harder. I am no masochist, but I can take somewhat of a beating and again she asked me to rate her beatings out of ten. She seemed pleased I consider them as high as seven – hard but not beyond what I could handle. Throughout, she reassured me with phrases like “good boy,” which only heightened the experience. This nurturing dominance combined with the stings of euphoric sensations was exactly what I had hoped for. The combination of praise and control created an atmosphere of trust and connection that deepened as the session went on. Soon it was time to move to the kneeling bench to continue. Ms Blade noted as I got up to move that I had been leaking pre-cum on the floor and teased me about it.

"Anal Play"

Now bent over on the kneeling bench with a long flat surface where my torso lay, she secured my wrists with leather cuffs and a rope connecting them to a pillar at the far end of the bench, and then my ankles with ropes, leaving me completely immobile. Bound, vulnerable, and fully exposed, I felt completely in her control.

The session’s centrepiece, certainly, was anal play, something she excelled at. Starting with her gloved and lubricated hand, she slowly worked her way inside me, testing my limits with a deliberate and expert touch. It was clear she was experienced; her movements were gentle yet firm, always ensuring I felt safe and comfortable. She commented on how well I was taking her fingers and said she was going to go a little bigger than she had first planned. This was music to my ears as I am known by several mistresses and kinky women back in Istanbul and England as a huge anal slut.

She brought out a large plug. By many people’s standards, it would be considered enormous, though for me, it was just right. After lubricating it thoroughly and covering it with a condom, she inserted it easily, her earlier efforts having prepared me perfectly. She praised me again for how well my body responded, commenting again on my “well-trained hole.” The pride I felt in that moment was immense.

"Feet"

With the plug still in place, she indulged my love for feet. Climbing onto the furniture in front of me, she placed her bare feet within reach and instructed me to worship them. Her feet were immaculate—perfectly shaped and soft to the touch. I licked, sucked, and kissed them as she looked on, looking pleased with my obedience. While I wouldn’t call myself a foot fetishist, I believe showing appreciation for a woman’s beauty in this way is essential, and doing so for Ms Blade felt like an honour.

"Pegging"

She adjusted her angle, making sure I could feel every inch, and with each thrust, I fell deeper into submission and waves of pure pleasure. This wasn’t just pegging; it was an intimate, perfectly orchestrated experience that left me breathless and craving more.

Removing the plug, she brought a strap-on and, with the same careful precision she had shown throughout, positioned herself behind me. I felt the tip press against my eager hole, and with steady, controlled movements, she eased it inside. The initial stretch back to being filled sent waves of pleasure through me, and as she soon built a rhythm and I instinctively pushed back, meeting her thrusts. She encouraged me, her voice firm yet reassuring, praising me for taking it so well. The sensation was incredible—not just the physical pleasure but the mental aspect of surrender, of knowing that I was entirely in her hands. She adjusted her angle, making sure I could feel every inch, and with each thrust, I fell deeper into submission and waves of pure pleasure. This wasn’t just pegging; it was an intimate, perfectly orchestrated experience that left me breathless and craving more.

"Fisting"

However, the session’s climax was fisting - the act that had initially drawn me to Miss Blade. Using a shoulder-length veterinary glove (that looked designed to birth a calf more than intimate purposes), she began to carefully work her fingers back into me and soon, with some expert stretching motions and twisting of her hand, she was in over the knuckles. And once you’re past there, it’s the point of no return. My hole stretched out and my prostate throbbing with joy, I was in heaven. Her technique was flawless. Slow and methodical. She twisted and maneuverer in and soon she had managed to insert about a third of her forearm. The sensation was almost indescribable—intense, intimate, and deeply deeply satisfying. When she began to open her hand deep inside me, I had to signal “yellow,” needing a moment to adjust and then gradually exit my hole. Her care and attentiveness in responding to my signal only reinforced the trust I felt in her. 

"Piss"

For the final act of the session, we moved to the bathroom for a little watersports. As I lay on the floor, she teased me about how much she had hydrated herself in preparation. When she began to release her nectar from her beautiful, blond landing-strip decorated pussy, I was ready. I used all my experience to ensure I caught as much as possible – I have swallowed enough piss in my life to have learned how to swallow with my mouth wide open. Her stream was warm, flavourful without being overpowering, and abundant - I felt like I drank a litre. The entire thing was the ultimate display of submission for me, leaving me euphoric, proud and even more satisfied.

"Outro"

After cleaning up, we returned to the Steel Room and chatted for a while. It was during this moment that I realised just how special the experience had been. Ms Blade wasn’t just a professional; she was someone who genuinely cared about creating a meaningful connection and finding mutual satisfaction in a session.

As I prepared to leave, she offered me a warm hug, which I gladly accepted. In a moment of instinct, I gave her a small pat on her body, immediately apologising when I realised it might have been inappropriate. Her response was perfect: “No, you earned it today.” Those words stayed with me long after I walked out the door.

That evening, back in my hotel room, I lay in bed replaying every detail of the session. The physical sensations lingered, but what stayed with me most was the emotional satisfaction. Miss Blade had created an experience that was intimate, exhilarating, and unforgettable. She is truly exceptional, and I feel privileged to have been her “good boy” for even just an hour.