Mistress ASTRID

16 Review for "mistress ASTRID"

• Reviewed by Firstave

  Recently I experienced my ninth encounter with Mistress Astrid. As the expression goes, everything changes, nothing changes. We began in customary fashion with my groveling on all fours kissing her boots hello and being reminded by Mistress of my pitiful, worthless being. Shackling of my hands and feet was next on the agenda. I was then instructed to sit in a chair while Mistress Astrid, standing in front of me, placed her right foot on my thigh and pushed down. She then repeated the scenario with her left foot. This was a new torment to me. Shortly, I found myself prostrated on the saddle holder. Mistress Astrid, ever so polite and considerate, then allowed me to view the flogger she would use on me to tenderize my flesh for subsequent whipping. After flogging, she gleefully introduced me to her next implement of my lament, a three tailed whip. Finally, after standing me up in stocks, her single tail whip made its presence known to my exposed flesh. As you can imagine the stinging of each application increased my suffering and consequential howling. That, along with the tiger stripes left on my hide, enthralled her to no end. Finally, after I was commanded to lie face up on a bed, the final act ensued. Ever so ingeniously, Mistress Astrid invited four other mistresses to compete in a tournament. The scrimmage would determine who was the best at inducing the most hideous screams from me utilizing a Wartenberg Wheel. The winner would have unrestrained access to roasting my genitalia with hot wax. All is not as you may think however. To make the contest more entertaining, the end of the candle was stuffed in my mouth during the contest. This made the competing doms work ever so harder at inciting my cries via the sharp edge of the wheel. They aimed at outdoing one another finding the most sensitive, vulnerable areas for the wheel. You never know what surprises your dom can conjure up! After a winner was declared, she enthusiastically poured hot wax on the target similar to pouring maple syrup on a stack of pancakes. Ive had hot wax dripped on that area before, but the pouring sensation was a whole new adventure. The winner and her companions absolutely rejoiced in my agony. As I indicated above, Mistress Astrid never fails to impress me with her innovative sessions. In addition to her drop dead gorgeous looks, she is communicative and listens to you. You also never know whos going to stop by!

• Reviewed by Drew

  Astrid did a phenomenal job. She truly captured a vision that I had since I was a kid and her performance was Pitch Perfect.

• Reviewed by Firstave

  For the eighth time I sessioned with Mistress Astrid. If you think that I have a thing for serving her you’re absolutely correct. As I knelt in submission awaiting her I could hear her boots resonating on the hallway stone floor echoing my impending suffering. She greeted me with the usual, “Well here you are again. Your pathetic ass has returned. I guess I’m going to be subjected to a another pitiful bouquet of sorry excuses for your abject failure to please me!” After the customary boot kissing I obediently crawled across the floor. Mistress then allowed me to look into her eyes in order that I could worship her and advise her of her incredible beauty. I dutifully complied. I quickly found myself completely vulnerable chest up fastened in stocks across a bed. We then played a new game. I closed my eyes and guessed, based on feeling, what toy she was going to torment me with. It didn’t matter if I guessed correctly or not, I was still victimized by it. We started with a crop which she utilized with varying degrees of intensity wherever she desired. When she had derived the maximum pleasure from my suffering with this exercise she switched to her beloved Wartenberg Wheel. She just relishes stabbing, wheeling and teasing me simply bursting with delight at my squirming, squawking and screaming in pain. After tenderizing my flesh with the wheel it was time to begin roasting. Dripping hot, searing wax led to sizzling flesh which pleased her immensely. My jumping and howling at both the anticipatory and real pain increased her joy. Further escalating her pleasure was a very artistic rendering of a wax capital “A” across my chest. It was now time for a trip to the ceiling stocks. We then went public with her favorite of all activities, whipping. Six other mistresses including Mistresses Colette and Babs, who are becoming regular witnesses to my agony, joined us. After showing off my impressive “A” to the crowd the main event commenced. With Mistress Astrid deftly demonstrating her whipping proficiency I supplied the entertainment with my crying out in pain. After the desired number of strokes Mistress Astrid instructed the assembled mistresses to take turns scraping the dried wax off my body with the Wartenberg Wheel. You can only imagine their pleasure derived in assisting her and increasing my anguish. They then left and Mistress Astrid concluded our session with with a final scourging. Mistress Astrid never fails to provide a limit expanding, innovative and worthwhile experience. She advertises herself as an incredibly beautiful and communicative dominatrix which she is. If you session with her there is a good chance that you’ll also meet some of her pals in pain.

• Reviewed by Firstave

  Recently I had the privilege of my seventh session with Mistress Astrid. We began with the customary kneeling and boot kissing just in case I had somehow forgotten my subservient status. This was her appetizer. After crawling on all fours across the floor retrieving an errant piece of paper and pack of cigarettes I became a leg rest for her. After all, a domnatrix’s work is exhausting and a brief respite before the first course was appropriate. Shortly thereafter I found myself lying across a bed with my hands and feet shackled. Then the first course began. On the menu were nipple clothespins with which she amused herself by pulling them off with a vengeance. This elicited a guttural yelp from me. You can only imagine her delight at that. Next a repeated beating with a crop caught the attention of my testicles. This was excruciating. My old girlfriend, the Wartenberg Wheel appeared next on the menu. It amazes me that Mistress Astrid consistently outdoes herself with new and and intriguing uses of Ms. Wartenberg. This time she ran it down my nose and took it for a very painful spin across my chest culminating at my groin. If that wasn’t painful enough, her repetitive poking the head of my member with the ultra sharp edges of Ms. W certainly was. Never one to do a half baked job, she went south and Ms. W rendezvoused with the remainder of my genitalia making its existence incredibly agonizing. As you can imagine Mistress’s efforts were rewarded with my continual shrieking, screeching and squirming. Mistress Astrid then decided that a trip to the stocks was appropriate. After being restrained the main course ensued. This entailed her taking her new whip for a trial run. Considering the occasion, she invited three mistresses to witness her new toy’s effectiveness. Mistresses Babs, Colette and Naomi joined in the merriment as I took the lash. They were enthralled beholding my suffering and agonized cry’s of pain. They were also intrigued by the marks across my back which resembled a W. (Probably for worthless.) Finally, they joyfully took their own turns flogging me for good measure. If you’re in the market for a captivating and riveting bdsm experience you should consider Mistress Astrid. She’s everything you could hope for in a domnatrix, beautiful, intelligent, articulate and communicative. If you do you will probably be treated to a bonus of meeting her teammates in torture.

• Reviewed by Firstave

  For the sixth time I sessioned with Mistress Astrid. To answer your probable question, yes I’m addicted. As shoulder strain is an occupational hazard for most domnatrixes we started with my massaging her upper back. She, of course, reminded me that I was totally undeserving of touching her and was receiving the greatest privilege of my worthless life. I dutifully agreed. Next came boot worshipping. After the requisite kissing of both boots she started utilizing toys. Initially employing a Wartenberg Wheel, she pleased herself by slowly and painfully running it over my back and chest and adding a few new locations such as my ears. Delighted with my squirming and moaning she moved on to the main event. I had been previously warned by Mistress Astrid to keep my eyes at her waist level. I was to avoid eye contact and gawking at her gorgeous breasts. Above all, I was not to become aroused. Disobedience would be severely punished. It was. After restraining me on a bed she invited three other dominatrixes to witness my discipling. A discussion ensued among the mistresses as to whether castration was appropriate. While the prospect of castrating me was viewed as immensely enjoyable to them, they rejected it as this would render me useless for their further torturing pleasure. It was decided that roasting with hot wax culminating at my groin would be gratifying. Mistress Astrid waved a lit candle in front of my face and began dropping individual drops and then whipping the candle over me releasing plumes of hot wax on my torso. She then wrote her name across my chest with the wax. While she pleasured herself the other doms shared the Wartenberg rimming my flesh in various sensitive areas. Mistress Astrid, ever so helpful, advised them where those areas were. As I lie there writing in pain and groaning Mistress Astrid led the group in chanting, “No More Boners”. The Mistresses were overcome with immeasurable glee. She then dismissed them and proceeded with excruciating dripping on my genitalia. Any prior moans or groans were inaudible compared to my reaction to this. We finished with thigh caning and an introduction to ball busting. A painful conclusion to the session. If you’re looking for a gorgeous, communicative and intriguing dominatrix you would do yourself a favor by paying Mistress Astrid a visit. Just keep in mind that you may become the object of a crew of doms joyfully chanting their desires while you’re suffering.

• Reviewed by Michael

  Astrid gave me a joyful, heavenly, amazing hour. She was extremely attentive, incredibly accommodating, and met every need and desire I shared with her. Oh….and she is drop-dead-gorgeous.

• Reviewed by Firstave

  For the fifth time, I sessioned with Mistress Astrid. As with the prior sessions she delivered a professional, intriguing and erotic session. We started with my kneeling in complete submission, worshiping her and kissing her boots. After allowing me to rise, she placed my hands and head in stocks leaving my back to feet exposed for her fiendish intent. That fiendish intent manifested itself in degradation about my predicament, flogging and application of a Wartenberg Wheel. The first two aforementioned items might have tested me but little did I know what new and excruciating pain the Wartenberg was capable of. My prior experience with the Wartenberg was mainly limited to the front of my anatomy. This time the Wheel found its way to my posterior and the incredibly sensitive area around my rear aperture. The pain was intense . Mistress Astrid derived immense pleasure circling the Wheel all around my vulnerable intimate area. As I writhed in pain she made sure to verbally indicate how much she was enjoying my suffering. After freeing me she had me lean against a chair. With positively mirthful delight she brandished her new two tailed whip emphasizing the tails and how agonizing she expected my misery to be when they seared my flesh. She had that right. We finished the session with a good old fashioned electrical wand which literally managed to dim the lights. If you’re up for an exceptional session you should consider Mistress Astrid. She will honor your limits and respectfully expand your horizons. She may also surprise you.

• Reviewed by Rob

  Mistress Astrid had the beauty that says 'You Need To See Me.' That, combined with the consistent reviews by FirstAve just reinforced the notion that 'I Have To See Her'. And I'm glad I did. She is everything you, or I could hope for in a Mistress. I didn't feel like it was 'Just' a business transaction. She was a Play Partner. And Play She did. She was creative, insightful, mindful of limits but pushed a little bit without getting ridiculous. Nothing worse than a Stupid Domme. Astrid is not even in the same stadium of stupid. One of the most intelligent and fun Mistresses I've met. Mine was a session to cherish and remember. I hope to be able to make the time to see her again soon.

• Reviewed by Firstave

  Yesterday I experienced my fourth session with Mistress Astrid who never fails to impress me. This time we explored sensation play. We started out with light tickling . Even though I’m not all that ticklish Mistress Astrid managed to find ticklish spots on my abdomen and interior legs which she exploited to the amusement of both of us. Next she exposed me to a brush which traveled over my anatomy and felt quite enjoyable. She made it a point to warn me that the flip side was very hard and could serve as a paddle. This was a none too subtle hint of things to come. Things then got intense. After securing me to stocks her true torturing aspirations surfaced . The instruments of sensation weren’t so friendly anymore. No nonsense whipping ensued. Her lash was working overtime. Sometimes it was even circling around and lashing the other side of my vulnerable, exposed body. The once friendly brush was reversed and severe paddling ensued. Not satisfied inflicting this torment Mistress Astrid switched gears into hot wax dripping. Working her way down my chest and abdomen she targeted my manhood warning me that the shaft and then the head were the next area of her sadistic desire. As if the chest and abdomen dripping wasn’t painful enough, the shaft and head torment was excruciating. My cries of agony gave her immeasurable pleasure. As a dominatrix’s sadistic appetite is never ending Mistress Astrid next bound me to a cross and proceeded to give a Wartenberg wheel the grand tour of my exposed physique. Cascading across my flesh she ended up at my genitalia. Swirling the wheel around she brought it as close to castrating as she could get. As you can imagine the groans of agony she elicited outperformed those I wailed during the hot wax sequence. Finally, Mistress Astrid invited four other dominatrixes in to view my wax splashed, reddish and bruised torso and gave one of the them the aforementioned brush to paddle me with. If you’re open to experiencing a highly intelligent, articulate and beautiful dominatrix who will “gently” push your limits if so desired I would suggest you pay Mistress Astrid a visit. Possibly you may even meet some of her friends.

• Reviewed by karn

  Had a session with mistress today, she’s very caring and sexy mistress. She takes care of your limits, will be seeing her again

• Reviewed by Richard

  I had a session with Mistress Astrid this past week. She is a charming and enthusiastic woman of considerable beauty, with a great intuitive understanding. We enacted a scene of considerable dramaturgical complexity, involving age regression, oedipal attraction, and dominance. I can only state she got it right despite the complexity. Thank you dear Mistress --used look forward to more!

• Reviewed by Firstave

  I recently experienced my third session with Mistress Astrid. For starters, she bound me shibari style. Then, after mercilessly humiliating me about the size of my penis, she introduced me to a strap on advising me that this was what a real tool looks like. Commanding me to please her member orally required kissing, licking, tonguing and deep throating. While I was occupied pleasuring her she constantly reprimanded my technique until I finally sated her properly. Next, after restraining me to a wall, she required me to oink like a pig while she brought in four other dominatrixes to witness my degradation. Torturing of various varieties by all five of them including whipping, nipple play and flogging ensued. Mistress Astrid along with her colleagues delighted in my suffering. Finally, after her friends left she pleasured herself with a paddling of my thighs. This left me with marks which serve to remind me just whom I belong to and whom I am privileged to serve. If you’re looking for a beautiful, sensual and sadistic dominatrix who will expand your horizons while pushing your limits Mistress Astrid is for you. Just remember that you may become the target of a cluster of female pleasure seekers.

• Reviewed by Firstave

  I recently experienced my third session with Mistress Astrid. For starters, she bound me shibari style. Then, after mercilessly humiliating me about the size of my penis, she introduced me to a strap on advising me that this was what a real tool looks like. Commanding me to please her member orally required kissing, licking, tonguing and deep throating. While I was occupied pleasuring her she constantly reprimanded my technique until I finally sated her properly. Next, after restraining me to a wall, she required me to oink like a pig while she brought in four other dominatrixes to witness my degradation. Torturing of various varieties by all five of them including whipping, nipple play and flogging ensued. Mistress Astrid along with her colleagues delighted in my suffering. Finally, after her friends left she pleasured herself with a paddling of my thighs. This left me with marks which serve to remind me just whom I belong to and whom I am privileged to serve. If you’re looking for a beautiful, sensual and sadistic dominatrix who will expand your horizons while pushing your limits Mistress Astrid is for you. Just remember that you may become the target of a cluster of female pleasure seekers.

• Reviewed by Firstave

  Yesterday I had my second session with Mistress Astrid. The first time we played out a role play of my choosing. This time we went with Mistress Astrid’s suggestion. In her scenario, she was a university professor teaching medieval history. I was her student who was failing miserably. Instead of hitting the books I spent class time lusting after her. Henceforth, I was subject to a tutoring session. Mistress Astrid inquired what was I willing to do to pass. My answer, “Whatever it takes”. As we progressed I quickly learned that her specific area of expertise was medieval torture. She was all too eager to call on her academic knowledge to correct my errant study habits. After a period of cage imprisonment I was released only to be restrained and left in a completely helpless position. Then the whipping started. With her array of various floggers, whips, etc. Mistress Astrid ratcheted up the intensity of my torment. Increasingly more and more painful instruments were utilized to satisfy her insatiable bestial appetite. At one point I was allowed the undeserved privilege of looking into her merciless eyes. What I saw was a beautiful dominatrix immersed totally in sadistic gratification. As the object of her ministrations, I experienced an incredible sense of erotic joy knowing that I was totally vulnerable physically, emotionally and mentally and giving her the pleasure she desired and deserved. This feeling carried over to today and, I think, will be with me for a while. In addition to being drop dead gorgeous, Mistress Astrid is extremely intelligent, articulate and an excellent communicator. She never lets the train, “go off the tracks”. Whether you’re experienced or dipping your toe in the water and unsure if you want to go in you will not be disappointed with her. Now I have to go hit the books. Or else.

• Reviewed by Firstave

  Yesterday I sessioned with Mistress Astrid. She is an incredibly beautiful, intelligent and highly articulate woman, who is disarmingly charming. Before we began we met and discussed our respective interests. She listened which was reflected when we played. After this initial meeting she left while I prepared to session. Hearing her boots resonating in the hallway while she returned gave me an uneasy suspicion that I was about to experience a different side of her. I was right. That charismatic female had transformed herself into a sadistic, merciless goddess. She quickly made me aware that I was to be the sacrificial lamb to satiate her sadistic desires. After I was rendered totally vulnerable she started teasing me with a flogger and then put it to use with full force blows. A wartenberg wheel was subsequently employed to “tenderize” my flesh through increasingly more intense applications. A through saturation of hot wax followed with the finale being a reapplication of the wheel up, down and around the most private, sensitive area of my anatomy. All throughout, my groans and cries of pain grew increasingly more pronounced. This was her fiendish intent. If you think you can survive Mistress Astrid’s attention, I would highly recommend you schedule an appointment. I will say a prayer for you.

• Reviewed by Bobcat

  Besides her considerable physical beauty, Mistress Astrid seems to be able to anticipate my kinks even before I do. She has a gift of combining caring and harshness