One word... fabulous!
My recent experience with the beautiful Lady Lydia was an absolute dream. This was my second time seeing Lady Lydia and I decided to go for a long session. When I arrived, my breath was literally stolen away. No, she didn’t put me into a breath control scenario as soon as I entered; the beauty of Lady Lydia stole my breath. She greeted me in a latex outfit consisting of a black with white accents uniform style top, a black latex waist cincher and a delightfully naughty black skirt with holes along the sides to tease her admirer. Finishing the ensemble were a pair of black boots that would make anyone drool at the chance to help her into and out of them. From my initial shell-shock state, we went to her inviting sofa where we began discussing our session. Even though she started with generic “get to know you” talk, I was still nervous and could barely form a coherent thought in my mind. All I could imagine was the sadistic ways she would be working with me.
For the first scene, she had me doff my clothes entirely for a rope bondage/leather bondage/suspension/C&B scene. If that sounds like a lot, it was! She had me first put on the calf-high ballet boots I had brought and then bound my arms behind my back with a leather straight-jacket styled arm binder. From there, she began tying a thin string around my cock and balls, separating my balls from each other and putting a definite and sensational squeeze on everything. This was a form of play that I had not experienced before and I as amazed at how it heightened all sensations when she would later smack my balls around and tease my cock. With my arms, cock, and balls secured, she began lacing an intricate web of rope on my body. She is a true professional when it comes to rope bondage and I would love to take lessons from her on the subject. She began looping the ropes through a hook in the ceiling. I could only hear the “click” each time she set another length of rope. By this time I was standing very precariously in my ballet boots, and she seductively informed me that I could put some of my weight on the ropes to take the weight of my untrained toes. Almost complete, she slipped on a leather hood with laces and buckles in all the right places that also had the added benefit of a blindfold and a soft gag. Once I was blinded and muffled, she began affixing electrically conductive pads to my cock, balls, and perineum. She wasted no time in turning on the juice to the control box. Was I in for a store! The sensations were amazingly varied and mixed with the restraint of my arms, the intricate rope bondage gently compressing my chest and thighs, the subtle pain of wearing the ballet boots, I was in ecstasy! She completed her rope bondage by tying my feet behind me, drawing all of my weight onto the hoist above. I was now suspended in a not so comfortable, but very secure position. Completely helpless, she teased me about my predicament and continued the electric treatment. Finally, after a period of time that I feel was too short, my hands began to numb and I begged to be let out of the bondage. Graciously, she let me down onto a waiting chair where she began to undo all of the ropes and the leather bondage. Free of my bonds, she let me take off the ballet boots since I need lots of practice before I can walk for her! The cock and ball tying and the electrodes remained for the next scene.
The second scene had a decidedly different twist to it. She helped me dress into a latex top and latex shorts, being sure to keep my electrodes attached. When I was finished dressing, she handed me the bottle of silicone and directed me to re-shine her outfit. What a treat! I didn’t know what to think. Not only was I looking at a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in latex, but she was making me touch and rub her. I probably performed like a teenager, heavy petting for the first time in the back seat of a car, but it was a thrill. When the preps for the scene were done, she had me fill my 6 quart enema bag and add in two packets of castile soap. How subtly humiliating, filling your own enema bag at the direction of a beautiful woman! Dutifully, I returned to the exam room where I hung the bag on the waiting IV stand. No sooner had I done this, and Lady Lydia upped the ante on me by increasing the intensity of the electrodes significantly, almost to the point where I couldn’t stand anymore! Carefully, and twitching in pain/pleasure all the way, I got on my back on the exam table. Unable to control my hips from jerking spasmodically, she had me flip onto my stomach with her laughing at my uncontrollable twitches. This degree of electro-play was new to me, and she has made me a fan! Now on my stomach, she stuffed a ball gag into my mouth, slipped a blindfold over my eyes, and bound my arms behind my back with each hand holding the opposite elbow. Positioned to her liking, she began prepping me for my enema. This started with a generous and always welcome anal lubrication. From there, she took my temperature; just to be sure I was healthy. Prepped for the treatment, she began with a colon tube that just would not cooperate. It would not insert any further than about 12 inches of its 48 inch length. Not to be deterred, she began stretching me with her fingers and switched to a larger, bulb shaped nozzle. I don’t know how much of the bag I ultimately took, but she vigorously #*&!(@*# my tight asshole with the nozzle the whole time. Periodically, she would adjust the intensity and shock pattern of the electrodes to the point where she had me nearly bucking off the exam table. Finally, she withdrew the nozzle and allowed me to expel the enema. Thankfully, the bulk of the water came out right away so I didn’t have to wait for that “ wave”.
I returned to the exam room for the third scene, still dressed in the same attire. When I entered the room, she removed the electrodes, sadly yet finally! She also had me don a special rubber jock that doubles as an external catheter. This time, she had me get on the table on my hands and knees. Oh boy! I love that position. Again, she began generously lubing my tight asshole. I think she got a little creative on me here, because instead of going right for the nozzle, she continued to stretch me. I love anal stretching and was pleasantly surprised when she told me that she had three fingers inside of me, and then four. When she had all four in up to here last knuckles, I thought I was going to melt away. I kept pushing back on her hand and she continued to pump in and out of me relentlessly. Eventually, she was able to get all five fingers in up to the last knuckles again. I think I could take all of her hand, but I just wasn’t able to fully relax my sphincter due to my fear of letting loose some remnants of the last enema. Some day, I am sure, with me doing the proper stretching exercises, and Lady Lydia’s patience, she will fist me! When her hand experiment was done, she swiftly inserted the dildo nozzle that she had switched to. This nozzle is spectacular in its simplicity and the fact that it keeps you stretched as the enema is administered. With the nozzle in place, I heard the tell tale “click” of the control valve and felt the onrushing cool water that was in the hose and then the change to soothing warm water. I had no misconception that Lady Lydia would just let me take this enema in relative peace. She began to vigorously #$*# my asshole with the nozzle and administer a series of enthusiastic spankings. I don’t think much water actually went inside me as I never really felt full, but the pounding of the dildo in my ass pushed all the water deep inside for sure. With the external catheter on, she continuously directed me to urinate into the bag. Much to my disappointment, I was unable to produce any urine. For my next visit, I surely will hydrate well before hand so I can provide the specified sample on order. With the enema complete and the ass pounding over, she let me up off the table so I could waddle to the bathroom to expel my second enema. Much to my dismay, while I was expelling, I also urinated into the catheter bag. I could not stop the flow to be able to perform in the presence of Lady Lydia. I will do better next time.
After she let me clean up, we sat on her sofa again for some post-scene discussion. When out of the scene mentality, Lady Lydia is a spectacular person to talk to. I could surely spend hours at a coffee shop chit chatting away and then skip over to her dungeon for a scene or two. Lady Lydia is a top notch individual and genuinely cares about her clients and the BDSM scene. I encourage anyone who is interested in a first meeting to give her a try. You will not be disappointed!
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