STIMULATE 5/8: w/CHRIS VRENNA (Marilyn Manson, NIN), AESTHETIC PERFECTION++

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Scottish Lad's Review

It is very uncommon for me to write a review of a session as I often feel unfulfilled and disappointed by Mistresses who show little invention. Many of their sessions are very predictable in their format.
 However, I must admit the same could not be said of Mistress Jordan Jones, I spent slightly less than two hours in her company but it was two hours I will always treasure. 
 Given that I was making the very long trip to New York from a remote part of Scotland I wanted to be sure that I selected the right ladies to make my visit worthwhile. My reasons for choosing Mistress Jordan Jones from the plethora of Mistresses in New York were actually very straightforward, I wanted a young dominatrix who could provide a mixture of corporal punishment with foot worship and who was acquainted with Mistress Wynter.
 I attended Mistress Wynter’s dungeon on a cold snowy evening. For a solid hour Mistress Wynter delivered an expert canning. I was completely obedient by the time Mistress Jordan Jones entered the room. Although I had seen pictures of her I was completely unprepared for just how staggeringly attractive she is (and I mean that in all honesty). To her great credit she immediately put me at ease, I quickly formed a bond with her. However, when she told me to drop to my knees and worship her feet I immediately complied. Over the decades it has been my good fortune to have massaged and worshiped the feet of a countless number of ladies and I reckon I know perfection when I see it. Her feet are soft, the shape beautifully rounded at the toes and her ankles are unblemished from the gripping marks of tight shoes. As I write this it brings back that memory and I feel my heart begin to pound.
 After some twenty minutes I was ordered to position myself upon the whipping bench (the same bench Mistress Wynter had earlier caned me on). I did so as Mistress Jordan Jones picked up her first instrument of torture, a multi tailed lash. I felt its instant bite across my tortured bottom. She then proceeded to soundly chastise me using a variety of wicked lashes each with their own characteristic sting. After forty minutes or so, she told me she was going to fetch something and left the room. At first I welcomed the opportunity to try and compose myself again but then simply wanted her to return and continue to satisfy my desire for further torment. When she returned I was told to stay still and then I left freezing cold ice being applied to my burningly hot bottom. The coldness of the ice took my breath away and I felt a steam of water run down my thighs as the heat from my bottom melted the ice. It was then that I experienced the intense pain of a thick leather paddle being applied on my wet bottom. I moaned out loud but as with any good dominatrix she continued to wield the paddle with force. During the session I was aware that she was a perfectionist and strove for accuracy with each stroke. For the final part of my punishment she resorted to the lash again.
In writing this I find that words can not express my appreciation for the session I had with her. I know she attends events in New York and I feel incredibly envious of any male who should be lucky enough to attend one of these events in her company. 
 I do hope that I return to New York in the future, and once again can spend time with her, that for me would be heaven.

A review, given to me, passed along.

This was written by someone who prefers to keep a lower profile, so I'm passing it along to you instead.

In response to a recent post by Miss Jordan Jones on Max seeking a “first human single tail subject,” Miss Jones and I corresponded for a few weeks prior to my planned journey to the Big Apple. I was attracted to the opportunity by a few factors – first, to my knowledge, this was my first, first; second, Miss Jones’ writings on Max and elsewhere were impressive, well thought out with a biting realism that is characteristic of someone with a clever but cunning sense of humor; and third, there simply is nothing as sexy as a very hot woman brandishing a single tail.

Miss Jones patiently endured the frequency with which my travel plans changed but finally, we locked in a date (I was excited as my last session, a few months prior, had such great promise but turned sour rapidly due the unsafe practices of a seemingly well regarded Domme in Chicago). Miss Jones, in pre-session correspondence, assured me that while she was eager to work me over, she would be supremely cognizant of my safety at all times. I believed her and she delivered exactly what she said she would deliver.

Upon meeting her at Mistress Wynter’s supremely well equipped dungeon (the amount of diabolical instruments adorning the walls and floors is stunning), I was taken aback the difference between Miss Jones in photos and Miss Jones in real life – to say that she is far more attractive than her pics is both a cliché and an understatement in this case. I tend to be more attracted to brunettes than blondes or redheads but Miss Jones is smokin’ hot. She told me that this observation is not uncommon and I certainly understood why.

Given all the correspondence, it was a bit awkward when we started but Miss Jones immediately got into it – Miss Jones is a supremely confident woman who took charge without hesitation. She warmed me up with her hand, several floggers and a paddle or two. I knew almost immediately that she meant business and that I was not leaving unscathed – this is why I love sessioning in NY – even the warm ups hurt. Miss Jones remarked at how rapidly my ass turned red and after about 10-15 minutes, she was ready to get serious.

Miss Jones had me lean forward with my back and ass fully exposed, unbound, against a some sort of a tall bondage bench at the far end of the room in which we were playing so that she could maximize her arm extension while brandishing a 3-4 foot signal whip. She took a few practice swings and let one fly that lashed my back and with that, Miss Jones lost her single tail virginity.

My immediate observations were that Miss Jones did not intend to go easy on me despite that I was her first human experience – she intended to deliver biting lashes and; secondly, the whip that she was using was very high quality, probably a Morgan or a Tella. Each time Miss Jones connected, the whip left an impression.

We had agreed beforehand that while we would have an “official” session, her intent was target practice and that I would provide Miss Jones with feedback and suggestions, which I openly did. Miss Jones focused her efforts on my ass (per my request) and made adjustments to hit a lower target. Within a few strikes, Miss Jones carefully delivered lashes that were memorable and impressive, especially for her first time. At one point, she try decided to throw the whip in a slightly different manner – this enabled her to produce a loud cracking sound, which delighted Miss Jones.

What struck me (aside from repeated blows from the whip) was Miss Jones’ almost obsessive, competitive and desire and attendant to deliver precision lashes in a very careful and caring manner. In the not too distant future, I could easily see Miss Jones joining the ranks of a dwindling elite group of Dommes who have mastery over the single tail. Miss Jones insisted that this be a safe, enjoyable (as enjoyable as receiving a whipping could be) experience. The lashes she delivered were a combination of soft kisses and stinging, welt producing strikes. I never knew what was coming, heightening the anticipation for each lash. After well in excess of 100 lashes with the single tail, we moved onto other activities (including a rawhide cane that delivered tear producing strokes to the inside of my thighs).

Throughout the session, Miss Jones and I bantered back and forth (any initial awkwardness rapidly vanished as I flirt relentlessly in session) and I was exposed, first hand, to her warmth and laughter. In the end, I had a great time and Miss Jones seemed pretty psyched that she had a willing target with which to experiment. I look forward to meeting up with Miss Jones again when I am back in the Apple.