Queen Kali Rain Dominatrix

Professional Asian Dominatrix in South East Asia

The most beaututiful and powerful professional asian Dominatrix in Hong Kong, Malaysia, Macau & Thailand.  Bondage, Discipline, SM, CBT

Dungeon June 30

A visit to the dungeon has been planned. It’s nearly time to go. She tells me to put my bra on. Then she brings a steel cock cage. It’s a perfect fit, seems secure. She locks it. My four weeks chastity is extending to five weeks, and it is now absolutely compulsory. Before, her word has been my chastity. It has been enough. I have never disobeyed her. Now the cage reinforces her verbal command. There is no alternative, no way out. First my collar locked around my neck, now the cage locked onto my cock. Total enslavement. It is who I am to her; total slave, and it is wonderful.


I sit by her mirror and she applies make-up and black wig. I get dressed, pack the bags with ropes and leash, and we leave. A cloudburst brings torrential rain. I have brought an umbrella but it doesn’t cover both of us. I shelter her as much as possible. We continue walking, sloshing through small rivers from overflowing drains. We shelter from time to time when the rain is at its heaviest. Our progress is slow. By the time we arrive at the dungeon, our shoes are soaked, and so are my clothes. She seems mostly dry.


We enter, and the cold air chills. It is as dark as ever; I can see little. Our Domme friend approaches, looking gorgeous. I haven’t seen her in a year. I get most of my wet clothes off and we sit and chat. I take out the coils of ropes. Even they are wet. Presently my Queen says she will change. I sit and chat with the other Domme. Soon she comes back, looking astoundingly beautiful in red latex and high black pvc boots. I had earlier asked her if she would wear this outfit some time during play. She has responded. My Queen is generous. The front zipper is open enough to show her amazing cleavage. As usual, I am stunned at her appearance. She orders me to take my fishnets off and bring the leash. She clips it onto my collar. Soon I am on my knees kissing the boots of both Dommes. My Queen hands the leash to her friend, and orders me to walk with her on hands and knees. She takes me through the dungeon once, then I am back on my knees in front of my Queen. She takes the leash off.


The other Domme makes me crawl into a cage, and stand. She caresses me with her fingernails, slaps me. She slaps my balls, and I wince and move. She tells me to stand still. She slaps again. No matter how light these slaps are, they hurt a lot. My balls are extremely sensitive. My Queen appears and asks me how I’m doing. I tell her my balls are already hurting a lot, after just two or three slaps. She tells the Domme to stop. I am very grateful. The Domme keeps caressing me, then starts slapping me with a flogger. It hurts a little, but nothing like my Queen’s whip. I wonder if that is coming tonight.


Soon I am led out of the cage. My Queen has arranged her ropes. I am to be tied standing inside another cage with thick bars. She tells me to take my panties off, and step into the cage. She instructs me to clasp my elbows behind me. It is a stretch but I can do it. She begins binding me, and before long I am immobilized. She puts my gag in, buckles it very tightly. The straps hurt. My head is restrained back against the bars. I am utterly helpless, her imprisoned slave.


She caresses me, tweaks my nipples. It is beautiful. I stand there in tight bondage, hard gagged, and it is another highlight of my time with her. A few minutes later I start to feel slightly weird in my head. I wonder if this is the beginning of a faint, as happened once before. I don’t know, but I’m not taking any chances. Through the gag I manage to communicate to her that there might be a problem. She removes the gag and I tell her what’s happening. She releases my arms, then my upper body. I bend over, get my head low. Soon I am ok. She finishes untying me, and I emerge from the cage. I sit, head low, and I am fine. I didn’t know for sure if I was approaching a faint, but I know that I have done what I should do. Communicate with my Queen during play.



We sit awhile. I feel a little disappointed that I had to ask her to stop, but she tells me that she had finished, she was happy, and was about to release me anyway. I am relieved. I ask for a whisky, swallow it, then start to pack away the ropes. She goes away to change. I put my wet clothes back on, we pay the bill, farewell our friend, and leave. The rain has stopped; we walk quickly and soon are home. She bids me goodnight and heads straight for her room. We are both exhausted from days of walking and late nights.


I get the ropes out of the bag, arrange them so they will dry overnight. Same with shoes and clothes. I go to my room, lie on my bed, naked except for collar and cage. I am hot from walking. After a while I cool down, put my sleeping dress on, tie my ankles and wrists. My mind drifts and once again I reflect on this extraordinary relationship. She becomes more important than ever.  Her presence in my life is like food and air and water. She is my life, and my life belongs to her.

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