Goddess Trina

I found Goddess Trina via Her website, when I was hunting around for a new Domme. The pictures (which have since been changed) were incredibly hot, albeit a bit misleading. (In person She has a slight underbite which gives Her sort of a simian aspect, and She's very, very short - but Her body is as tight and hard as Her pictures suggest.)


But what got me hooked was not Her physical attributes, but rather something She wrote:

There are a few things which I would like you to know about MY sessions. First of all, I am not doing those sessions to fulfill your dreams and wishes, leave alone to follow a script of yours: a session is done to please and amuse ME and your are there to fulfill MY pleasures.

The question which I will drill into that nonsense mind of yours is very straight forward, even the most stupid oaf should be able to remember it: don't ask what I can do to please you, ask what you can do to pleasure ME.

And that theme will carry through the entire session. When you enter the room I want you on all fours, your ass up high in the air with your legs apart, I want to see your balls that I can squeeze them whenever I want.

Here was a woman who understood the psychological aspects of servitude. I booked a one hour session with Her in the studio She rents in SoHo, and received very specific instructions: I was to bring Her a bottle of spring water, have the tribute ($250 cash) in a plain white letter-sized envelope, and purchase a pair of women's stockings - not in Her size, but in mine, since I would be wearing them, and nothing else, during our session.

I had of course never shopped for stockings before, and had no idea what my size even was. I went to one of the smut emporiums on Eighth Avenue, where they sold whore lingerie up on the second floor, and eventually settled for a pair of fishnets with a built-in garter belt. I took them back to my office and put them on - without underwear - under my pants. The effect was like a pair of crotchless panties with feet in them.

When I arrived at the studio I was told that the Goddess was dressing and would be ready in a few minutes, and was shown into the dungeon room by a young Asian woman. She was cheerful and smiling, but when we got into the the room she told me, very sternly, that I was to strip down as quickly as possible, put on my stockings, and right...here - she pointed to a spot in the center of the room - get down on all fours, legs spread, ass stuck up, face pressed down, on the oriental carpet, and wait for the Goddess. I was to face away from the door, so the first thing the Goddess would see when She entered was my ass in the air. The assistant (possibly a Domme in training?) took my envelope and left without another word.

Stripping off my shoes, shirt and pants, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror wearing nothing but a one-piece fishnet garter-stocking, and immediately felt both silly and embarrassed. Humiliated would probably be a better word - which is of course exactly the effect She wanted. I massaged my cock to make sure it was good and hard (not much of a challenge at that point), walked to the middle of the room, and got down on all fours. When I looked down between my legs, I could see the dungeon's closed door - upside down and partly obstructed by my own balls. I pressed my chest and face down into the synthetic carpet, and scooted my knees up closer to my chest, widening my legs and inadvertently spreading my ass open even wider. The cool air felt almost drafty against my asshole, and I could feel my balls start to tighten.

I stayed in that position almost ten minutes, my eyes closed, listening to the sound of my heart pounding against the floor - a sound that suddenly mingled with the slow click...click...click... of Goddess Trina's boots coming down the hall. The key fumbled a bit in the lock, and the door slowly opened. The Goddess stood there for a minute without saying a word, and I wondered if it were even Her, or, if it was, if She was alone. The door closed, the lock snapped shut, and Goddess Trina bent down, and ran her long red fingernails slowly across my ass.