Last week I had the pleasure of welcoming a new guest to my studio in Tempelhof. Let's call him, X. When X first emailed me back in May, COVID restrictions meant that our play had to be put on hold. That was until last week. X's request was for a long roleplay session with me as his kinky Dominant. But this wasn't your usual roleplay: I was asked by X to create a roleplay scenario involving the two of us hauled up on an off-world colony on Mars. This futuristic space-base was made up of a small team of female-only pioneers, apart from X, our on-site biologist. My task? To turn this quiet, unassuming man into my colony toy, my kinky latex slave to do with as I wish. X wanted to be made to surrender to the matriarchy, with no escape. It was my job to initiate him.
Thank you to X for your excellent review.
She smiles even more. And then, she drops some spit down onto my face. Not in a despicable way. It is more a sign of power, that she can do anything she wants with me. And then, she shuts the zipper on the mask. - Guest X
The starting point: We established a role play setting: we are pioneers on a Mars colony. I am a guy on the operative level, responsible for the green house. Blade Fonteyn is “Dr. Fonteyn”, responsible for everybody’s well-being. But she also researches how the situation on site affects everybody. Due to some circumstances, I become her object of interest.
Note that Blade is an amazing role player. You give her an idea and she brings it to life. Therefore I write this story not from the view of a guest, but as the colonist who finds himself in the hands of Dr. Fonteyn. Because this is how I experienced the session.
The scene unfolds:
Dr. Fonteyn and I sit in the medical office. She summoned be outside the usual routine which makes me nervous. After some small talk about the state of the colony, she explains why she wanted to me see me.
"You remember there was this psychological questionnaire I handed out to check how the situation affects everybody?" I nod. "I said, I’d anonymize the results. To be completely honest with you, I did not. Especially because your results were too interesting for me. I wanted to use them properly."
I feel the blood rushing up in my face. “W- What is so interesting about me?”
The way she looks at me make my knees soften. I feel objectified and valued at the same time.
“I had the suspicion - due to your behaviour in the last months - that you may have developed submissive inclinations. It would only be natural, in a situation like this: A closed environment, where you are surrounded by strong-willed women. Your results confirm that suspicion. I want you to answer some further questions, okay?”
She asks away. She asks how I engage with other crew members. How I see my role in the colony. How I fulfil my sexual needs. How often I masturbate. If I had fantasies about any crew members, or dreams. What these fantasies are about. What I think about her latex dress.
One question after the other makes me blush more and more. But I answer her. What else should I do? She is Dr. Fonteyn, if she puts my psychological state on her agenda, it is my duty as a colonist to be cooperative. To my own surprise, it gets easier to be open while we are talking. I feel embarrassed, yet secure with her at the same time. I even admit that I have dreams about her – dreams, in which I am unable to move while she walks around me, touches me… and does some other things I do not mention. But the way she looks at me tells, she knows what I have left out.
She takes some last notes in her book. Her smile makes me nervous. “That is great, my dear. Thank you for being so open to me. I think you agree with me when I say, your new submissive desires are shining through, aren’t they?”
She beams at me with this amazing sparkle in her eyes. I cannot help but confirm.
“Great! It is important that you stand by your feelings. Now, we need to give you a space to live them.”
"It would be a middle to long term therapy. First thing, I want to put you in latex. I am sure that makes it easier for you to connect with your body and your needs. What follows, is a mixed-method-treatment of pain and pleasure. I will put some challenges and tasks in front of you, and depending on your performance, there will be reward" - Dr. Fonteyn
“How... What. Do we? What do you think of?” My pulse accelerates even more.
"It would be a middle to long term therapy. First thing, I want to put you in latex. I am sure that makes it easier for you to connect with your body and your needs. What follows, is a mixed-method-treatment of pain and pleasure. I will put some challenges and tasks in front of you, and depending on your performance, there will be reward. That should meet with your desires to be submissive towards me. My research says it is important to give subs ways to express themselves. We need to keep your mental health your productivity stable. I am afraid if your submissive desires aren’t answered, you could have a hard time in the colony.”
She takes my hand and smiles, the warmest, coziest smile one can imagine. “I am with you, the whole way. I take care of you. And on a personal note – I’d be excited to do this with you.”
I give up. If Dr. Fonteyn looks at me that way, I cannot lie. I do feel these submissive urges. I wonder how it would feel to be in latex. I exhale.
“Well. I trust you. What do you want me to do?”
“You confirm that you want to be subject of my therapy?”
“Yes. I confirm.”
“Great. Just sign here. These are just the lists of treatments you could be assigned to – don’t worry about them, just sign.”
There is again this sparkle in her eyes I cannot resist against. I know, I put myself into trouble, but I sign blindly the end of several pages in her notebook with thoughts she put down – thoughts about me. And how to treat me. She came prepared.
Sometime later, I find myself in a latex suit, with a mask over my face, chained with my hands and feet to a table. Somehow, Dr. Fonteyn convinced the colony’s officer and her funding partners that there is a need for a whole room for the treatment of a submissive colonist. I start to wonder how long she had carried this plan with her. However, I cannot think about that too much, my situation is a bit distracting. The inside of my latex suit is soaked in oil. It feels incredibly good to be inside this tight, second skin. I sense it like a warm, gentle touch, that reaches me everywhere, from my head to my ankles. But this is just the start. Dr. Fonteyn is looking down on me, smiling. She rubs the latex, pressing her hands on my body and wanders with her fingers along my thighs. I am flooded with feelings of indescribable joy and cannot do anything but moan.
Her moves are getting slower, until her hands lie resting on my stomach. “The next part is about pain”, she says and I can see her eyes shine. She opens the zipper on the latex suit, giving her access to my nipples, the whole torso, and my genitals. She grabs a horse whip from somewhere out of sight.
She continues the treatment, switching between harder and softer hits and different areas of my body. Through my breathing, I give in into the sensation when the whip hits my body. In a weird way, I start to enjoy the tension between the hits. Will it be hard? Where is she going to hit me? I lose myself for a moment under her careful, but strict hands. - Guest X
“I want you to breath through it, okay? Try to stay as calm as possible.”
I nod nervously. She starts with soft hits on my thighs, where the latex still protects me. Then she switches to my nipples, with some harder hits. My muscles tense, but I manage to stay calm. “You are doing good!” She wanders down my body. Hits my feet. And finally, my cock and balls. I inhale sharply, but manage to keep my body calm.
“Good boy!”, she replies and I cannot help but feeling proud. Fuck yeah, I want to be her good boy, I realize.
She continues the treatment, switching between harder and softer hits and different areas of my body. Through my breathing, I give in into the sensation when the whip hits my body. In a weird way, I start to enjoy the tension between the hits. Will it be hard? Where is she going to hit me? I lose myself for a moment under her careful, but strict hands.
When it ends, she comes back into my field of view and looks down on me - again with this warm, gentle smile. “I am very proud of you! You did so well.”
A warm feeling of joy rushes through me. “Thank you. I am glad to make you proud. I really want to.”
“I wonder how you perform when I use electricity.”
She leaves from my side, and a moment later, it gets dark in the room. Then she reappears, I feel her soft touch on the mask. In her other hand, a light source appears. It looks like a wand that gives of a dim, purple glow. She shows me the wand, holding it close to my eyes and ears. I hear it buzzing.
“We start on a low level. Try to calm your breath again.”
I watch as she brings the glowing wand close to my body. It itches. I expected it to be worse, and relax a bit, while Dr. Fonteyn touches me with the wand on different areas. We switch from low to medium. It gets more intense, but to my own surprise, I can stay calm.
But the closed mask helps me, surprisingly. I cannot see. I cannot escape. All I can do is inhale, exhale, inhale again. And while she tips me with the wand here and there, I enjoy her words of encouragement like honey, running down my soul. - Guest X
“Now, for the high level, I will close your mask”, she says. “I want you to go on breathing, slow and deep. I am here with you the entire time. Okay?”
“Okay”, I hear me saying. She smiles even more. And then, she drops some spit down on my face. Not in a despicable way. It is more a sign of power, that she can do anything she wants with me. And then, she shuts the zipper on the mask. The latex skin inflates, as I exhale and gets sucked against my face, when I breath in again. It is hard, but it works - if I focus. But is not only harder to breath – I am not able to see anymore, what she does with me. I feel a bit unsecure.
Instinctively, I reach for her hand – as far as possible, since I am chained the lot. But she takes my hand and holds it, answering my pressure with her own. I feel helpless – but carried and cared for at the same time. I’ve never been in such a state of feeling, it is incredible.
Now, the wand really hurts. But the closed mask helps me, surprisingly. I cannot see. I cannot escape. All I can do is inhale, exhale, inhale again. And while she tips me with the wand here and there, I enjoy her words of encouragement like honey, running down my soul. I lose myself in-between my breathing, the feeling of the mask sucking and inflating on my face and the electric impulses being send through my body.
After a while, I cannot say how much time had passed, the lights are switched back on. She opens my mask. The way she looks down at me, with this amazing, heart-warming smile, a feeling of joy rushes through my body. Yet I am helpless, however I couldn’t feel safer and more cared for. I realize, I’d go through even more pain or harder tasks, just to be looked at like this again and to be her “good boy”.
“Baby, you are doing great, I am so proud of you!”
“I am so happy to make you proud. That’s all I want”, I say, and I mean it whole-heartedly.
We share a hug. Well. She shares a hug with me, holding my head close to her chest, while I try to hug her back the best I can.
“You did so good. You definitely deserve a reward.”
“If you say so?”
“Yes, you do. However, you are not supposed to cum until I tell you. Shit happens, but if you want to make me really proud, you tell me when you get close, okay?”
With that, she releases me, climbs on the table, and makes herself comfortable sitting between my legs. In a slow, aesthetic ritual, making sure I watch her, she puts some black latex gloves on and oils them, until they are soaked and shiny. Her hands reach out for my genitals.
“What do you know about tantric massages?”
“Nothing? I am afraid?”
She chuckles. “You are about to find out.”