Dominatrix Reviews, Phoenix Arizona

Serious Kit Miker Review

A hesitant knock, then the door opened. Mistress Bridget and Lady Sindy, stand before me, surveying their prey. Often, one wears a black leather sheath, the other a black leather corset and skirt. Both wear high-heeled thigh boots. The dynamic I have been eagerly anticipating for so long is gone in an instant as I surrender, completely captivated, my will power and any independent thought lost in a flood of submissiveness. From this moment, I am theirs, to use and abuse however they may desire. After quickly donning leather garments, boots and restraints as they had commanded, I present myself to them again. This time they examine me more closely, paying particular attention to my caged, harnessed cock before telling me to kneel before them. I have only a glimpse of a leather hood before it is lowered over my head. All straps and buckles, when tightly laced it fits like a second skin, blinding and nearly deafening me. A punishing posture collar is buckled around my neck and a leash attached. Wrist and ankle cuffs are quickly applied, each pair connected by a short chain. I’m ordered to my hands and knees and told to crawl in response by my leash, my surrender complete.

Over my several visits with Mistress Bridget and Lady Sindy, the situations in which I am put rarely repeat. Among my fond memories is being helplessly immobilized on a gynecological examination chair, head immobile in a metal frame, my fingers splayed and useless while being subjected to a variety of e-stim and suction devices as my cock and balls were teased and tormented. As a bondage enthusiast, I have ecstatic recollections of being suspended from the ceiling by chains attached to my outstretched arms and legs, blinded and deafened by a tight hood and with a mouth-filling gag preventing any protest. Or of being encased in a bondage bag. Or helpless in a straight jacket. Objectified, I have been made to pleasure Mistress Bridget and Lady Sindy as a small serving table, suspended by my bound arms and legs from a pole, knees tightly strapped to my torso. I have spent rapturous time in complete submission, worshipping Mistress Bridget and Lady Sindy’s boots as they playfully prodded me, my hands cuffed and my bound legs pulled straight up above me.

On another occasion, I was immobilized hunched over on a bondage bench to which my upper and lower arms, feet and thighs were tightly strapped. A wide belt pressed my chest against the bench, while straps connected to the hood I wore prevented any movement of my head. Taking advantage of my defenseless position, Mistress Bridget threw a leg over my back and mounted me as if I were a horse. She dug the sharp rowel spurs I had briefly seen on her boots into my thighs to encourage me and, without thinking, I rhythmically raised and lowered my back to simulate a trotting pony. When she tired of her ride, she dismounted and teased me by gently applying a suede flogger to my back, telling me she hadn’t decided how enthusiastically she would apply it. Even with the knowledge of this painful possibility, I could not refrain from responding to the teasing sensation to the limited extent my chastity cage allowed. After some moments of this provocative torment, she began to bring the flogger down harder, as I strained against the straps binding me to the bench in a futile effort to escape. She administered the blows irregularly and to different parts of my back, preventing me from preparing for the pain of each new assault. After this treatment had pushed me beyond any previously known limit, the blows stopped and my wrists, head and torso were released from the bench. I was commanded to rise to a kneeling position on it, offering my hands to be strapped into suspension cuffs. My arms were lifted above my head, and my hands connected to a chain that was pulled up until my arms and torso are fully extended. The flogging began again, but now with both my front and back exposed to its alternating teasing and torment.

On another evening, I was made to sit on a reclining chair typical of a barber shop or hair salon and a driver’s racing helmet was lowered over my head. I had seen and longed to submit to this piece on previous visits, with eye bolts strategically placed at its top and around its circumference on its sides. The helmet fit tightly over a lightweight full-face balaclava, and the eye bolts were tightly connected to the back of the chair. My head, as a result, was held perfectly immobile, no matter how hard I strained against its restrictions. My vision was eliminated, first by the balaclava, then by the helmet’s opaque visor. With my head immovably attached to the chair, Mistress Ballard and Lady Sindy proceeded to encircle my body, from ankles to chest, with a series of straps they tightened, then re-tightened. My arms were left loose and I began to make some feeble efforts to free myself from my bindings to the chair. Securing a final strap across my chest, Mistress Ballard said, “Don’t think you’ll have use of your arms. This process is all about gradually reducing your freedom until the slightest motion is impossible.” With this, she pulled fist mitts over each of my hands, buckling them tight at the wrist. My arms were extended straight out, parallel to the floor, and I felt and heard chains lowered from the ceiling then being attached to each cuff. The chains pulled out and up on my arms, rendering me, as she promised, utterly immobile.

One more addition completed the situation. I was told to open my mouth under the helmet and when I obeyed, felt a large gag being forced between my teeth. “Now I want you to remain absolutely still,” Mistress Bridget added unnecessarily. “There’s a small tray attached to your gag that I’ll use for champagne flutes and a plate of pastries. You wouldn’t want to spill them, would you?” Unable to nod, I can barely respond, as I felt the tray being attached to an extension of the gag outside my lips and the helmet. I felt two or three items placed on the tray and I could barely hear, through the helmet, Mistress Ballard and Lady Sindy talking and laughing, enjoying their champagne and delicacies, and my helpless servitude. Secured to the chair with my outstretched arms chained to the ceiling, the thought occurred and grew, as it often had before that I am bound to Mistress Ballard and Lady Sindy in mind just as tightly, or even more so, than in body. The belts, straps and restraints are only a physical elements of my consuming craving to surrender and submit to my Mistresses to serve their pleasure.

The range and variety of gear in Mistress Bridget and Lady Sindy’s dungeon is likely unrivalled, consisting of innumerable impact devices, e-stim and bondage items too numerous to count, various pieces of immobilizing furniture, and the utterly subjugating gynecological examination chair . But above all the sensations of pleasure and pain rendered of these is the sensory overloading produced by the SeriousKit MegaSuit. Rubber encasing from neck to feet, numerous installed e-stim pads and access ports allow for total body stimulation, and separate nipple, butt and cock manipulation. The pads are independently connected to a control panel, giving my Mistress the ability to raise, lower and time the waves of electricity as she pleases while pushing me to and beyond all limits. As air is pumped out of the suit, completely immobilizing the wearer’s body, the feeling of helpless rigid confinement combined with continuous waves of stimulation is shattering.

The effectiveness of the various pieces of gear and devices in producing the most overwhelming sensations flows directly from the experience, imagination and sensitivities of Mistress Bridget and Lady Sindy. They work together perfectly, but each has her own personality and talents. Mistress Bridget often leads in crafting and initiating situations, while Lady Sindy’s passion and expertise with restrictive gear and restraints render her subject helplessly immobile and utterly enthralled. Her smile lights a darkened room but disguises an ingenious, devious imagination of ways to tease, torment and inescapably restrict. Bedazzled by her smile, it comes as a shock to realize the total extent of the immobilization she has crafted. Mistress Bridget demonstrates her passion for bondage with endless and obvious enthusiasm, creativity and insight. As they act together, Miss Bridget is usually the more vocal, often evidencing with a laugh or smile her passion for rendering a subject helpless in inescapable restraints and positions. The pleasure she derives from restraining and tormenting her playthings is obvious. For those fortunate enough to surrender to being helplessly under the control of these two incredible, incomparable Dominas, every moment is an indescribable pleasure.

Lady Bridget & Lady Sindy’s owned and collared slave, Bootsub212