Waiting for the session to start

One important aspect of the session is the preparation time. I’ve never been quite sure when one should arrive for an appointment at, say, 5 p.m. – should it be ten minutes before, or should it be on the hour? – so I say in advance that I will try to arrive on the dot of the agreed time. Usually this means that the door is opened by Mistress Bella herself, as she is expecting me at that time. Sometimes at Avalon, there was the possibility of an encounter with a staff member of the neighbouring (vanilla) company, or another slave, but that was very rare.

 

So I’m met at the door and brought to the changing room. We don’t usually need a big chat about the forthcoming session, because we’ve emailed in advance. But there is still going to be some time in which I have to wait. This is in fact all part of the game – making the guest wait raises the level of anticipation, even of trepidation, about what is to come.

 

What is not so good is if this waiting time lasts too long. Once, when Bella invited another domme into the session, I was left waiting for 40 minutes, and after about 20 minutes I was thinking “I’m going to be late home.” That is not a good mindset for a session, and I wasn’t relaxed and turned on going into the session itself.

 

I need to get ready, I want to be naked, washed and clean in time, and I may have been given a task, or placed in a restraint, or I may just be standing there naked. The waiting in the changing room is an important part of the experience – listening to the noises in the corridor, hearing the footsteps made by the dommes in their high heels, wondering if the steps are coming to you, or are going to head past – that is all very exciting.

 

I have found that the preparation time leaves me most turned on for the forthcoming session if I already have something to keep me busy in the waiting room. The best is definitely a big bowl of piss and spit to drink. Another is to have my balls placed in a humbler, or my legs in a leg-spreader, so that it is difficult for me to move around, hang up my clothes, stand up straight, etc. A leg-spreader with my balls tied to the bar, so that I can’t straighten my legs, is excellent.

 

It may well be, though, that the domme doesn’t realise how long I’ve been restrained: I recall waiting for a session with my balls tightly tied and tethered to a leg spreader whilst I removed the rest of my clothes and hung them up, etc. By the time I was taken to the dungeon, they were ready for a break, which took Bella slightly by surprise.

 

One of many fantasies I would like to try: to have my balls tethered by elastic, e.g. to a door handle, so that I have to stretch them as I hang my clothes up in the locker and as I fulfil a task of, say, reaching a dog bowl full of piss and spit (or worse) which I have been instructed to consume before my mistress returns to lead me to the dungeon for even greater pain and humiliation.