A Sinful Whore Bath With a BDSM Mistress in Romania

A Sinful Whore Bath With a BDSM Mistress in Romania

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To begin with this story, I guess I should virtually introduce myself. I’m a 31-year-old guy from the South of England. For the purposes of this true sex story, you can call me Colin. I’ve worked in the oil industry for most of my life and, naturally, my work has seen me travel to various corners of the world. Most recently, I’ve been spending a lot of time in the Eastern European country of Romania.

Constantly travelling for work is pretty intense, but it can also involve a lot of downtime in strange cities with not a lot to do. So over the years, I developed a fairly deep passion for porn to pass the time. It wasn’t long before this grew to taking advantage of my travelling and sampling the various sexual delights on offer in each country. 

I’m not a bad-looking guy and have no problem pulling women. So it’s not often that I pay for sex. However, there are certain itches caused by porn that your average bar hookup just can’t scratch. I’m talking kink, role-playing, and BDSM. The latter porn category, especially of the Femdom variety, is one I’m very keen on.

Finding a Femdom Mistress near me

A Sinful Whore Bath With a BDSM Mistress in Romania

I’d just finished a four-week job at an oil field in rural Romania. It was a stressful shift, and I was eager to get back to blighty to enjoy my four weeks off. But thanks to the pandemic, I had two days to kill in Bucharest before my flight home.

I certainly didn’t plan on spending it seeing the biggest parliament building on earth, so I started searching through my go-to hookup sites and classified ads for working girls in Bucharest.

Now, not to generalize, but Romanian girls have a reputation for prostitution. The country exports a huge number of hookers and porn stars across Europe and beyond. This is by no means a negative comment. Romanian girls have carved a notorious slutty reputation for themselves around the world. I mean, just look at Sandra Romain

Plus, Romanian girls are some of the most stunning in Europe, so sifting through the countless classified ads of Bucharest pussy on offer is hard to resist. But my goal wasn’t a quick fuck and suck, you can find that anywhere.

I wanted to find a Romanian dominatrix. One that could give me the same BDSM mistress experience that Sandra Romain inflicts upon any slave who dares to go up against her. When I stumbled upon the profile of Elena, it felt like I’d won the lottery!

‘’Sadistic bitch offers the BDSM pornstar experience for those brave enough”, the Google-translated headline of her advertisement read. At 41 and a height of 5’ 1”, Elena’s face was partially obscured by a modified SS Officer’s cap on a tilt.

All that was revealed was her sordid tongue resting lustfully on surgically enhanced lips and long black Romanian hair running down to her large, perfectly round breasts. She had a mature body to die for, but it didn’t end there.

Elena’s advertisement description was seriously no-holds-barred. She boasted a range of increasingly extreme BDSM techniques on offer, from light femdom to hard sports. But what really got my attention was the emphasis on the vague ‘’Whore Bath’’ service she offered. With the rest of the day free, I gave in to temptation and called her, praying that she would speak English.

A BDSM appointment is made

When the phone answered, I was nervous as hell. That, my friends, is the sign of a good dominatrix. One who can intimidate you through imagery and words before she has even spoken. Thankfully, Elena spoke a basic level of English. Her voice, raspy with years of cigarettes, was intensely erotic. We promptly began to discuss my needs and desires.

I told Elena I wanted to be dominated up to hard sports level. That I wanted the session to resemble a Sandra Romain Femdom scene, to which Elena chuckled knowingly. This Femdom goddess was both assertive and respectful on the phone. Whilst her prices weren’t cheap, she assured me the service would be the best in the city. The fact that she was writing down all of my desires was comforting.

“The whore bath is for men who like to be dominated by various bodily fluids. It’s extreme and only for hardcore BDSM enthusiasts. The bodily fluids will be a surprise, but sheer humiliation is guaranteed”.

This Femdom Mistress was close by to my apartment, and we agreed to meet at 20:00 that night so that she could prepare. The session would be 1.5 hours, with a sit-down talk beforehand to go over limits and desires to ensure the best BDSM experience. But I had one more question: what is a whore bath?

“The whore bath is for men who like to be dominated by various bodily fluids, darling. It’s extreme and only for hardcore BDSM enthusiasts. The bodily fluids will be a surprise, but sheer humiliation is guaranteed”, Elena explained.

It sounded both sinister, secretive, and hardcore. The aching cock in my trousers got the better of me and, under the mantra of ‘you only live one’, I added it to my booking. “Brave boy”, Elena chuckled, “See you at 20:00”.

My Femdom story begins

At 19:30, I was already two minutes from Elena’s apartment. I was paranoid about being late for such a dominant woman. I grabbed a coffee over the street to kill some time until I was buzzed into her apartment, arriving at the door on the dot. As I rang the doorbell, my heart was beating through my chest hearing her feet approach the door.

I was welcomed inside as Elena discreetly instructed me to be quiet so as not to attract attention from the neighbours. Leaving the dark hallway, I was welcomed into her living room with hardcore porn playing quietly on a large TV. It was here that I got my first proper look at the woman who would be leading my whore bath femdom story.

Although to my initial disappointment, Elena was dressed in a white vest and panties. Not the dominatrix look I had in mind, although that was later to change. Petite, gym fit, and with incredible boobs, she had a body to die for.

Her advertised age, however, was a lie. Elena was easily in her late forties with some botox. But for me, this is a look I love and mature women is a huge kink of mine, so I had no issue. 

Elena made me feel very comfortable straight away. She oozed assertiveness and was a woman you certainly wouldn’t fuck with, despite her petite frame. Her raspy voice and hard eyes exuberated the look of a woman who had led a tough life and took no prisoners. As a Domme, it was clear she was no poser.

She kindly made me a cocktail to loosen me up whilst she stuck to fruit juice. Copious amounts, actually. The reason for her over-the-top juice drinking was something I’d find out later.

A jaw-dropping talk with a sexual veteran

Whilst I expected only a brief chat before jumping into action, Elena was in no rush. She made it clear that this was not eating into my session time and we had a very long, relaxed chat about everything from the problems in modern Romania to our personal lives. Elena had been a working girl for the past sixteen years and had worked in Germany, Holland, and France.

In Germany, she told me her inability to grasp the language properly barred her from most legal bordellos where most Romanian girls work. So she opted for freelance work inside porn cinemas, porn shoots, and pre-arranged gangbangs. The idea of her being filled with cock inside a seedy porn cinema was a huge turn-on. 

Elena’s sexual experiences over the year made my jaw drop. She was a self-described sex addict and had few limits. She boasted how she’d taken on double anal scenes, creampie gangbangs, and extreme European Femdom action in her porn career.

Her prostitution career was no less sordid. On the streets of Berlin, she plied for trade in the summer and would use the porn booths in sex shops to service clients. In winter, she would stalk the dark corridors of porn cinemas and service the cocks of strangers in the shadows in exchange for cash.

As a guy with a humiliation fetish, I wanted nothing more than to worship a pussy that had seen nearly two decades of cock throughout a sleazy career. Elena knew it, the throbbing erection in my shorts was impossible to hide. Particularly as the white vest she was wearing was struggling to content her mature tits properly.

We then discussed the meeting that was about to take place, my limits, and a safe word. With cash handed over, she brought up a welcome topic: What outfit I wanted her to wear. I told her I had a kink for women in military clothing, and she told me she had just the thing before leaving the room.

Introduced to the BDSM furniture

Upon her return, Elena was dressed in a skin-tight, black latex outfit with a zip that allowed easy access to her pussy. Around her waist was a military belt and perched upon her head was the erotic, albeit very taboo, SS Officer’s hat. In her hand was a black holdall of BDSM equipment. Her friendly demeanour had gone, she was now staring at me with a look of almost sheer hatred.

In what felt like mere seconds, I was ordered onto my knees as a dog collar was fitted around my neck. Now face to face, Elena looked me in the eye and ordered me to open my mouth. As I did, she promptly spat inside leaving me tasting a mixture of Romanian cigarettes and fruit juice.

She then lay back in a sex chair whilst dragging on a cigarette and unzipped her latex catsuit. As she did, beads of sweat leaked out and I saw it for the first time. Her pussy was one of the meatiest I had ever seen and her ass almost had the cauliflower effect from countless cocks. Almost two decades in the sex industry had left its mark, but her genitalia was alluring.

”Eat my ass and cunt, slave”, Elena said whilst glaring at me. I wasted no time, crawled towards her and tongued her divine holes. I dragged my tongue from her puffy asshole up towards her pierced clit. It didn’t take long for her pussy to start oozing juices and she would shudder with mini orgasms as I caressed her clit. As a reward, I was spat on or had her cigarette tipped into my mouth.

Then, I was introduced to her BDSM furniture. I was ordered over a leather BDSM horse and made to spread my legs. Elena unceremoniously slathered a handful of cold lube over and inside my ass. Before I had a chance to even think, I felt the thick head of a strap on cock rudely pressing against my hole. With nowhere to go, my body soon surrendered and the rubber black snake invaded my ass.

“She was fucking my ass with genuine hatred and primal BDSM rage”

The feeling was a blend of excruciating pain tinged with pleasure. As the fuck session began, I was fighting the urge to scream out my safe word. My urge subsided as the experience gradually turned more and more pleasurable. Not to mention the humiliating satisfaction of Elena’s verbal abuse.

The pounding of my ass was merciless. My cries of submission were contrasted by aggressive and enthusiastic grunts from Elena. She was fucking my ass with genuine hatred and primal BDSM rage, it was everything I had asked for. I could only imagine the mess of my asshole that she was taking so much pride in making.

As I was considering tapping out, her rhythm slowed before the rubber cock slid out of me with a resounding pop. Breathless and gasping, I shivered as her high heels moved around me with my eyes fixed to the parquet flooring of her apartment. Slowly looking up, I saw the lubed-up black cock that had defiled my asshole now bobbing in front of my face.

“Clean my equipment with your tongue, you disgusting little cunt”, Elena muttered in an aggressive tone. I did as she asked and slowly began licking the flavoured lube from the shaft before she violently grabbed my hair and impaled my throat onto the cock causing tears to stream from my eyes from gagging.

‘’You’re crying now? You fucking bitch. I’ll give you something to cry about”, Elena screamed at me whilst holding my face to face with her. “It’s time for your whore bath”, she said, punctuating it with a mouthful of spit in my face. At this point, I knew I’d underestimated this BDSM mistress.

I was tempted to back out of the whore bath but pushed on through knowing I would likely regret never trying it. Before I could contemplate it further, Elena dragged me by the lead into another room of her BDSM dungeon.

Creating dominatrix art in the whore bath

Aside from the many items synonymous with a BDSM dungeon, the centrepiece of this room was a bathtub in the middle. Coated in black rubber with wrist and ankle restraints fitted, this was no normal bathtub. This was a whore bath, and in the blink of an eye, I was taken to it and bound.

Sweating against the black rubber coating, I flinched as Elena roughly placed an O-Ring gag on me to keep my mouth open. Elena circled me with her high heels echoing around the dungeon. I made fleeting eye contact with her, to which she responded by spitting in my face.

Then, straddling both sides of the bathtub. The first round of the whore bath began. ”Look up! I want you to stare at my pussy throughout this punishment or we’ll just start all over again”, Elena screamed. I fixed my gaze on her well-fucked and meaty Romanian pussy predicting what was coming.

A stream of hot piss poured out all over my face. It drowned my eyes, nostrils, and mouth. But I stayed disciplined and continued to stare into her divine pussy. Her piss tasted like grapefruit juice she had been drinking in copious amounts before the meeting. Whilst I don’t usually do watersports, overall, it was a very erotic experience.

Elena stamped her face as the last drops of her golden nectar dropped onto my drenched face. Gasping for air, I watched as she walked left the room with a sinister look in her eye. I heard the door of a fridge open and the rustle of a plastic bag, which she returned holding with a sadistic smirk on her face.

She sat on the side of the bathtub, her wet pussy exposed between her casually spread legs. Then, she promptly emptied the contents of the bag over me. To my initial disgust, it was a bunch of used condoms. Elena cruelly informed me that she had been given them by a fellow hooker working in a nearby brothel for the sole purpose of the whore bath.

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Using a pair of scissors, Elena carefully cut each condom and caused the now cold spunk of men I’d never met to pour out onto my face. ”Open your fucking mouth, cunt! Or I’ll piss in it again!” Elena screamed. I was disgusted with myself as I felt the slimy semen leak down my throat, but I was also in the sexual euphoria of the sheer humiliation.

The look on her face was one of sheer sadism, she was getting real satisfaction from seeing me gag from the cum. I counted my way through the condoms praying for the last one. The different consistencies of the cum made me want to puke until, finally, I swallowed the last load.

Elena moved towards me and caressed my cum covered face. ”Well done, slave. I’m proud of you. It’s time for your reward.” Truthfully, I was scared of what the reward would be, but I was presently surprised. Elena gave me permission to masturbate as she resumed position over my face. I was once again staring deep into her genitals.

This time, however, she wasn’t going to piss on me. She instead grabbed a small vibrator and pressed it roughly against her engorged clit. In the space of a minute, she let out a primal roar that shook the room and seemed to come from deep within her body. I was drowned by an enormous gush from her slit.

I was once again shocked and didn’t see it coming, but as the squirt entered my lips I tasted its musky sweetness with a hint of grapefruit mixed with the brothel cum lingering in my throat. It was too much. Wiping her squirt from my face, I began to use it as lube and masturbate ferociously.

“Cum for me!” Elena screamed manically, I could hear in her voice that she was close. I felt the pressure ease from my balls and the rise of cum racing up my shaft. But my BDSM mistress beat me to it. I was showered in another rain of her beautiful squirt over my face and chest as I unleashed jets of cum over my body.

It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced. Elena sat next to me, equally breathless. ”Perfect, the whore bath was perfect…” she gasped. Her final cherry on the cake is timing her squirt with her slave’s ejaculation. The jet of cum hitting her river of squirt in mid-air was her version of dominatrix art.

We showered together and said our goodbyes. Needless to say, my plane journey back to England consisted of me reminiscing of my filthy meeting in a mixture of pleasant recollection and shock at what I’d actually done. Until next time, hopefully.

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