Domina Barbara: The Ending of my Kinky Adventure
The third day began much like the second, waking up next to my Domina Barbara. Naked save for my collar, leashed to the bed frame. I might as well has worn a sign that said “Property of Barbara”, I’d have happily done so.
Chapter 4
This was my last full day with Barbara, I’d return home the next so we decided to stay in and spend the time together without external distractions.
Domina Barbara placed a 7 Gates of Hell on my cock and proceeded to tease me mercilessly, eventually she noticed that my penis had swollen to an almost grotesque proportion, and instructed me to remove it. I couldn’t.
My cock had become so engorged that it was stuck in the rings, the problem would only get worse. I started to panic, a visit to the emergency room hadn’t been in my original travel plans. Domina Barbara went online and consulted her friends in the chat room where we originally met; there was much amusement at my predicament, but also a solution: ice water.
Taking the Plunge:
Ma’am seemed to take particular delight in holding a glass of icy water while I plunged my penis into it; the cold shocking me, but more importantly, my penis shrank and the infernal contraption was finally removed.
Domina Barbara asked me to trade places with her in the sofa, and I found her snuggling into my arms. Dinner followed later, and we eventually retired to Barbara’s room for the night.
The final time Barbara fucked me, she was slow, deliberate, and passionate. When she had used me until I could offer no more resistance, she whispered in my ear “You’ll never be able to pay for this, you need more than they can offer…”.
She was right, the experiences of those few days have left me searching for my goddess since.
A Bitter Sweet Goodbye:
The next morning, Barbara woke me, we had breakfast and I prepared for my trip home. I drank from her a final time, and then the moment I had been dreading arrived. Still kneeling before her, she unlocked my collar, removed it from my skin, and placed it back into its case.
The drive to the airport was somber, we discussed the future as it might happen.
We kept in contact after I returned home, at least for a while. She invited me to move to Green Bay, to be her full time boy, her pet, her slave. I wasn’t ready.
Eventually we lost contact, but I would occasionally try to find her through web searches. I knew her first name, the business she ran, enough to locate her through Google.
Last chance:
The last time I found her, it was through a notice about her home having been sold, and I feared the worst. I dug further, found a Facebook profile that matched and sent a simple message:
“Thank you.”
Later when I checked, the message had been read, but there was never a reply. I don’t know if Barbara saw it or not, I can only hope she understood what an impact she made in my life in such a short period of time.
Thank you Miss Meta^B, I hope your life was as wonderful as the brief time I had with you.
