She said she wanted to be "overwhelmed"
We hadn't played before but sub k (temporarily her name 😉) had respectfully made her introduction. In my experience, I have notice over the years that women (or those who identify as women) tend to go about their interactions with me much more respectfully and generously. They take the time to read my website in full and always bring a gift as a "Thank you." I appreciate that they value this experience we Dommes offer and the uniqueness as well as rarity of it. You men should really do better (maybe I'll write about that).
Our time together was special to me. Our similar backgrounds made the experience quite healing for some reason (I am still processing).
During the start, she said she enjoyed being "overwhelmed" and I don't think she realized what the word meant to me. I think she does now.
Reflections from sub k (with consent):
I love Role Plays - Dr. Lucy Sweetkill
Over the decade that I have known "sub lsd" we have had many creative, devious, hilarious, and sinful role plays. As I reflected on our most recent time together (see his below) I thought about why I love role plays. I have never been one to enjoy scripts but if you give me a general scenario, I love putting my twist on it and coming up with a storyline that really makes the scene come to life. I think my love for role plays came about as a kid, I had a very challenging childhood so I tended to escape the real world by mentally living in my fantasy world. I would come up with games to play with my cousins or school friends based on these stories I would make up - from X-men type mutants to bank robbers to adventure seekers. For me, role plays are a great way for adults to enjoy BDSM in a light hearted way (unless its an interrogation RP) as well as get outside of themselves to let go.
Reflections from "sub lsd" with consent:
Nearly twelve years ago, I knelt before Mistress Lucy for the first time, eagerly anticipating a role play scenario where I would take a wrong turn into the women's gym locker room. And recently, I found myself seated before this extraordinarily skilled Goddess in the guise of Dr. Lucy Sweetkill, controversial psychotherapist. When I read that she was planning a visit to a nearby city, I was quick to schedule some time. In preparation, I provided her with some brief thoughts on a therapy scene from a remake of the classic movie "Nightmare Alley". I was drawn to the inherent power exchange between the male patient and female doctor and thought this would be a great role play.
Mistress Lucy set the stage perfectly, appearing in a concealing lab coat, guiding me to the client's seat, and tossing one gorgeous stocking-sleek leg over the other in a provocative invitation. Her evenly phrased, probing questions began, coaxing me on. In no time, she had drilled down to find my dirty little secrets. One of her most serious cases, I soon found myself restrained to her table for her treatment regimen!
I am in a long-term relationship where I am dominant, and I treasure the opportunities I have to sink into my submissive fantasies. Mistress Lucy has always been flame to my fluttering moth, ordeal priestess to my searching soul. Along with her advanced command of the classic BDSM techniques and tools, Mistress Lucy possesses a wonderfully perverse imagination, quick wit, and rare passion for her craft. She elevates BDSM to an art form! Her understanding of submissive desires combined with her respect for consent make it easy to relax, surrendering to her guiding will. She is one of the most kink-positive persons I have met in my BDSM journey. When I have requested a role play, fetish-centered session, or corporal impact scene, Mistress Lucy always seems to know when and how much to push me into a most delicious sub space. And it often, as it did this time, feels like the first time! I can surely say that her methods cured me, but I certainly can't wait for the relapse!
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Lucy's pathetic little b*tch
I've known sub j for 10 years but because of this pandemic we had not played in sometime. One of the qualities I adore most about him is that he loves to make me laugh. Using his creative kinky ideas, I was delightfully surprised to find these lovely temporary tattoos all over his body. Some great dedication to entertaining his Daddy.
Reflections from sub j with consent:
Ten years. A decade. I’ve eagerly attended to Mistress Lucy’s whims for slightly longer than that. Ten good years.
I prepared myself as well as possible for our session—special outfit (worn through the streets of New York under a long coat); temporary tattoos, one of which was of her gracious face, placed hither and yon on my body; special underthings; an orb of surgical steel secreted in a place favored by drug mules; and a gold “Bitch” necklace. All carefully curated with one aim: to please Mistress Lucy.
Mentally, I rigorously chastised myself. In my EBL (Everyday Boring Life) I can be unemotive or stoic. Not during our session. No. The importance of communicating to Mistress Lucy my abject and total adulation of her Goddess presence reigned paramount. Not relaying it in words, but body language and gestures.
Kneeling at her feet, her knee-high boots glistening, I kissed and licked, slathering devotion, gazing up along the dizzying op-art of her sensuous curves encased in fishnets. I banished my EBL taciturnity, and adored Mistress Lucy openly, without reserve. This is something she never has to ask for, but which I am compelled to offer—adoration as a tribute, or a tithe. In causing me to banish my taciturn persona, Mistress Lucy sets me free.
The Lady smiled down on me, and my heart swelled. Here is the key ingredient to our magnificent feast of the senses: cherishment. I can only surrender my body to the sadistic whims and amusement of one I cherish, and who makes me feel cherished in return.
Mistress Lucy satisfies on all counts. The four hours flew by, and she abused me coquettishly, yet fiercely, to the cusp of my fantasy horizons and beyond. So much so that I still break into a smile when an intense flashback seizes me, much like the aftershock of an old acid trip. My smile prompts my EBL companions to ask, “What are you thinking about?” To which I must reply: nothing. Not only do I cherish Mistress Lucy’s divine form and presence, but I cherish the memory of basking in her aura of confidence and guile.
Some things are too precious to share, especially with the vanilla EBL crowd.
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If you're gonna go, this is the way to go
Back in my house days, my much younger years (haha) I use to spin and kick box. I have always been a petite person but as someone who enjoyed high intensity activities, I was quite strong especially my legs. Due to this, I saw a lot of the fantasy wrestling type subs back at the house. I enjoyed squeezing the life out of someone with my scissor holds. "If you're gonna go, this is the way to go!" exclaimed many of my subs as they looked up at me from the grip of my thighs.
Nowadays, I don’t really do such scenes due to a very scary incident that happen back at the house. A client I had played with a few times took a fantasy wrestling scene too far (it was out of line and out of the context of our usual scenes) and almost chocked me out. I steered away from these type of scenes afterwards.
Recently, a request came in not specifically for fantasy wrestling (but along those lines) as well as for a training with Amalia Valentine. I felt good about the request and the sub (after our consultation) plus I wanted to show her some "moves". I decided to move forward.
It was a BLAST! When every person involved is respectful and communicative, a good time can be had. It helped me feel more confident playing with an activity I use to really enjoy.
His words with his consent:
A pain slut
He originally filled out my form and wrote:
History: This would be my first time seeing a professional Domina. I have experienced mild rope bondage in my personal life and have also undergone fairly intense flogging and having hot wax poured on me at a public event, both of which I enjoyed very much. More generally I am a masochist and seek out opportunities to experience pain in a safe environment and to have my boundaries/limits tested.
Music to my ears but also he made the effort to fill everything out clearly and openly. I appreciate those who make an effort.
Our time together was fulfilling - not only for him but for me. After a rough 2021 and a much needed break, being able to come back and feel the energy of submission and Domination felt like a cold glass of water after a long journey through a hot desert. Thank you my new pain slut.
His words with consent:
I had intended to write to you earlier to thank you but it certainly did take some time to process the experience. I’m still kind of shocked that I managed finally to have this experience after so long thinking about it. It was my hope that acting out this ritual would serve as a sort of focal point or counterbalance that refines my discipline and focus among the rigors of other aspects of life. So far it seems to be performing that function very well.
There was in particular a moment when, as I suffered under the sting of some instrument I could not see, I suddenly became aware that I was hearing music, and found an equilibrium in accepting the pain, followed by gratitude toward you for showing me what I could bear. Exit Music will now have a new and indelible significance for me.
Please send my regards and thanks to Mistress Valentine as well. The moment when I first knelt before you both was pretty overwhelming.
I have drafted a short testimonial below this email regarding our session. Please feel free to use any or all of it.
I cannot recommend Mistress Lucy enough, especially as someone who was totally new to seeing a professional Domina. She is remarkably insightful and within the first minute of our initial conversation seemed to intuit the essence of what drew me to BDSM. In person she combines a striking beauty with a demeanor that is somehow both kind and cunningly sadistic. Our session was everything that I hoped it would be and also contained many welcome surprises that I could not have anticipated. It was an experience I am eager to repeat.
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