Mummies, Star Wars & Water Slides

by boris on 5/24/10

If you think BDSM and kink is all about pursuing the Almighty OrgasmŽŠ, I submit (pun fully intended) that you're cheating yourself.

If the Almighty Orgasm is indeed all you're after, though - hey, you're an adult. Go for it. But please invest your money in Kleenex and porn or strippers if all you want is to leer at a bag of antlers wearing high heels, makeup applied with a trowel, and a vacant expression - you'll be saving Mistress Saskia's time for those of us whom she has taught better.

This is a long review, but so much can happen in a session with Mistress Saskia it would be a disservice to try to condense it into the standard McSession. Being taken places you never dreamed existed is not something you can describe on a bumper sticker.

For my first session with Saskia, I contacted her after reading about the mummification experience of another client in a review, and told her I was interested in how trance-inducing I'd heard mummification it could be.

She asked if she could invite an apprentice, Miss Vylette, to observe/assist at no additional cost. I agreed, and soon after arriving found myself cross-legged, in my tighty whities, on the floor in front of Saskia as she sat down on a leather sofa to talk about our session.

At this point in most reviews you'd receive a description of the MIstress' appearance, bust, legs and what kind of shiny fetish wear she had on. You will not be disappointed if that's a big deal to you, but if you don't pay more attention you'll miss a lot. Mistress Saskia is a warm, caring, intelligent and extremely funny person who will set you at ease immediately. She's easy to talk to and you can tell she really, REALLY cares about and likes everyone she plays with. You can't fake that! I am almost fatally shy and usually desperately nervous when I first meet people, but Saskia had me relaxed and talking freely with her in minutes.

The first thing Saskia wanted to talk about was breathing. She taught me a simple breathing exercise to assist with relaxation. She even held my hands and worked on it with me until she was confident I was beginning to relax (although, as she pointed out, any sane person would be somewhat LESS than calm and tranquil knowing - or NOT knowing! - what she was about to do to me).

The tighty whities went bye-bye and we proceeded to a padded leather bondage table that was suspended at each corner. Saskia and Vylette had me put in wax earplugs, then hold a balloon in each hand, which they wrapped with pallet wrap until they were encased like I was wearing boxing gloves. This felt a little silly, but not for long: Next I sat on the table and put each hand on the opposite shoulder, as if hugging myself, and they wrapped my arms to my chest.

Things progressed quickly: Saskia inserted an inflatable gag and wrapped my head with black vet wrap; I could breathe through my nose but see nothing; the wrap locked my jaws around the gag firmly and I already could hear almost nothing.

Saskia and Vylette then lay me back on the table on top a blanket; they wrapped this around me, fastened my legs together with more pallet wrap from toes to waist, then mashed me into the table with wide pallet wrap all the way around me AND the table from ankles to shoulders. I felt a bit shaky and unsafe when I first lay down, since I couldn't see anything or move my arms and the table moved about, but as soon as that last layer was in place I felt totally safe - cocooned and helpless, yes, but also secure and safe.

I strained to hear as Mistress Saskia and Miss Vylette talked for a minute or two, but couldn't make out a single word. Without warning my nose was clamped shut and a hand mashed the gag down so I couldn't breathe at all. I couldn't even begin to struggle except to try to turn my head a little; I was simply too tightly fastened down!

Saskia, however, has mastered breath control as fully as everything else I've experienced with her; she always let go (or told Vylette to let go) just as I was beginning to think I couldn't take it any longer and began to panic, then took my breath away again just as I was thinking she was going to stop it and do something else.

This happened just four or five times, however; she told me later that she included the breath play to make sure I wasn't going to panic while being mummified. A pair of shooter's earmuffs were placed on me and I was left to explore the inside of my head.

The mummification was perfect: very snug and so secure I never bothered trying to struggle, yet only tight enough to make breathing take just a tiny bit more effort than normal - which caused me to focus my attention on it. I had expected to feel broiling hot and sweaty, but didn't - it just felt warm, secure and comfortable. And thanks to the hand wrapping, I couldn't even wiggle my fingers or feel much of anything anywhere else on my body.

From time to time I could feel Mistress Saskia or Miss Vylette gently rocking the table, checking my toes for circulation or placing a palm on my forehead to make sure I wasn't getting too hot. I could just barely hear the occasional faint sound, but before long my attention was immersed in breathing and feeling my pulse (yes, really). As I drifted deeper into this, the tiny, occasional sensations from outside my cocoon faded away and there was nothing but my breathing and my pulse.

All of a sudden I felt my closed eyes snap into focus on something to my upper right, as if I'd suddenly noticed something approaching me. I hurtled into motion as if I was shooting down a water side headfirst, but after being shot out of a cannon rather than simply jumping in. It's difficult to describe - a bit like the rush you see in the "Star Wars" movies when they enter hyper space, a bit like the gliding, downward sensation you feel sometimes when you're drifting off to sleep, but FAR more intense and real than either.

I remember thinking I was hoping I'd be able to enter a trance, but that I wasn't expecting to be catapulted into one. Yet it wasn't scary or unpleasant in the least. I quit thinking about it and just relaxed into the experience of feeling as if I was shooting along a water slide at light speed.

I began to experience something very much like lucid dreaming; I thought "If this was a water slide I would feel water rushing around and past me" and I did. Then I thought "the water would probably feel cool and refreshing" - and it did. And then I thought "when I hit the bottom the breeze hitting me as I climbed out of the water would feel stimulating and brisk" - and I felt that too.

I don't remember anything else I know how to describe, but I will say that it was very difficult to keep any sense of time passing. In some ways the mummification seemed to be over with in about 15 minutes; other parts of it seemed nearly endless (later I discovered it had been a little over an hour, but when I was released I hadn't the slightest idea how long it had been - if I'd been told it was the next morning I would have believed it!). I do know I never felt, bored, uncomfortable or scared - just fascinated at what was happening to me.

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Somewhere far, far away I was dimly aware that a pair of feet somewhere were being unwrapped. I was then vaguely aware that someone felt something sliding along his right side from ankles to shoulders; in its wake came an interesting feeling of coolness and gentle release. This coolness passed from right to left; it felt like slowly bobbing to the surface of a skin-temperature pool. Next that sliding sensation started between my ankles and moved up, and my legs felt even more relaxed and cool.

I was thinking "That was interesting" when my head was gently lifted and nestled against a soft, warm bosom - I could feel someone else breathing and hear someone else's heartbeat.

The vet wrap was peeled away, starting at my neck and stopping just below my eyes. The gag popped out and my head was gently replaced against the table.

I noticed and filed these things but simply couldn't be bothered to care much about them. Something touched the corner of my mouth and a delicious coolness slid down my throat. When it happened again I realized it was a straw full of water. The third time she left the straw in the glass and gave me a few sips.

A moment later the rest of the vet wrap was removed and a dry washcloth was placed over my eyes.

And a few minutes after that, the washcloth was gently slid aside and I looked up to see Mistress Saskia and Miss Vylette beaming down at me. I mean that - BEAMING. Saskia especially - she had an enormous, beautiful smile and I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers.

Try gazing steadily and closely into someone's eyes for as long as you can sometime. You'll find it makes you feel frighteningly vulnerable and exposed.

Without noticing, I'd been gazing right into Saskia's eyes for I have no idea how long, without the slightest bit of discomfort. I felt vulnerable and exposed - and I LIKED it. I was with two people who'd managed to lay my soul wide open, and I didn't have the slightest fear in knowing they could see EVERYTHING.

I idly wondered if she was smiling like that because she was glad to see me or if she thought I looked yummy and was about to get a steak knife and start carving off parts of me for her and Vylette to eat (think that sounds silly? Wait until you meet them!).

I decided a groggy 40-something guy, disheveled, drenched in sweat and looking way too stupid to do anything but lie there and - well, look stupid - could not be that much of a treat for the eyes. So I decided either she was going to eat me, or I'd done something right.

"Hello there!" Saskia said softly. I thought a few minutes and decided that greeting needed a trenchant, brilliant, witty response:

"Wow..." I croaked.

Saskia beamed even more and bent down to plant a kiss on my forehead. "Welcome back," she whispered.

Mistress Saskia and Miss Vylette sat next to the table, gently rocking me and talking quietly with me, until I was coherent enough to get up. It was incredibly soothing and brought me back to the ground much more gently.

I have seen a number of pro doms, but my session with Saskia was the first one I took home with me and could effortlessly relive whenever I wanted - that bliss, that headspace she got me into, is a place I can still re-enter.

Mistress Saskia will quickly come to understand where you are, where you want to go, and how to take you much farther than you even know how to imagine - all with a beautiful sense of humor and with warmth and caring you know you can utterly trust.

If you want a session that ends the second you cum, go see anyone you like. But if you want a session that lasts for a week after you leave the dungeon, go see Mistress Saskia.