I'd heard great things about BDSM life coach and Dominatrix par excellence, Maîtresse Nuit.
So of course, I immediately accepted when she invited me to serve as an acolyte in a slave ritual to be performed at Maîtresse Nuit's Seraglio dungeon along with Oz Bigdownunder.
The ritual was meticulously planned and choreographed to ensure that every moment heightened the slave’s senses. Maitresse Nuit had a clear vision: her slave would be prepared for the ritual, stripped naked, bound at the wrists and ankles, and laid out flat on his back on the floor of the magnificent Seraglio dungeon, blindfolded and draped in a silken shroud.
We discussed all this in advance via emails and a Zoom video chat meeting between Maîtresse Nuit, Oz and myself.
We agreed that I would serve as a submissive assistant to do the bidding of the Master and Mistress of ceremonies and help to use my sacred prostitution to make our slave into an offering to the Goddess Aphrodite.
When Oz and I arrived together at the Sergalio it was a real pleasure to meet the legendary Maîtresse Nuit. After a final consultation as to the details of the session, Oz and I undressed. We were to take turns entering the dungeon and silently approaching our slave so that he could experience our touch and feel our energy, only able to guess at our genders and the roles we would play in his ritualised sacrifice of innocence.
The lighting was dim and the air thick with anticipation. Ethereal music played softly, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. The slave lay veiled, bound, and blindfolded on the floor, his vulnerability palpable. We had designed every detail to strip him of control and immerse him in the experience.
One by one, we entered the space, each of us moving silently, our steps deliberate. He couldn’t see or hear us, only feel. A soft caress here, a sharp touch there—each moment carefully designed to build tension and anticipation. The silence was profound, amplifying every sensation as we explored him.
Then, we came together. Maitresse Nuit, Oz, and I circled him like a trinity of power, our energies intertwining as we worked in unison. Each of us had our roles:
We dragged our slave to his feet so that Oz and Maîtresse Nuit could take turns flogging him. The sound of leather meeting flesh echoed in the room, a rhythmic counterpoint to the music.
Then came the oral. Maîtresse Nuit took me by the neck and forced me to my knees, positioning my lips on her slave. I guided him to the brink of release, only to deny him.
Oz took his turn, his dominance undeniable as he claimed the slave’s body in ways that left no doubt about who was in control. The slave’s blindfold remained in place throughout, his world reduced to sensation, touch, and complete submission.
The session culminated in a moment of pure submission. Oz, unrelenting in his power, finished on the slave’s face, marking him as conquered.
Maîtresse Nuit strictly forbade her slave from reaching orgasm. His denied release was the final testament to his servitude, a reminder that his pleasure was never the goal—only ours.
Maîtresse Nuit’s vision came to life was awe inspiring for me.
Can't wait for our next collaboration.
We exchanged some more emails afterwards. Our slave was absolutely thrilled with how the session went.