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Yes, I lucked out with Hannah in Canberra.
I am an experienced submissive, and more recently cross-dresser, in Kink. While the role of Dominant is not Hannah's principal pursuit, she delivered a flawless and impressive high level of skill, leaving me with a very memorable sexy experience of mind and body at her hand - the caning welts on my bottom are still red/purple raw, and my back door boy-pussy feels well serviced, each a delightful reminder of our session.
Apart from the obvious of being a striking, tall, toned knockout with piercing eyes (as her authentic photos attest). Hannah has distinct presence. Hannah is friendly and relaxed ('chilled'), however I was left in no doubt as to her no-nonsense authority, control and sophistication - an intelligent and grounded young woman with much going for her.
In preparation I provided Hannah with a little information on me and my desires for her consideration (what I might wear to please her - yes I become very girly -possible humiliations, disciplining forms and tools, pain threshold, sexing options to her taste, and my anal cleaning method etc.). Hannah responded professionally but adroitly, suggesting I should also bring a selection of fruit and vegetables for my cunt (oh my.. gulp!!). So, in my usual conservative business attire, but with kit in tow (lacey black nickers, demure nude-colour shaping slip, heels, lipsticks, flogging belt and bamboo canes), I arrived with nervous trepidation at Hannah's hotel room door. I knocked quietly once, then again, and after what seemed a purposeful eternity, Hannah opened and ushered me in with a radiant genuine smile and casual manner. She wore a shortish black clinging corporate dress with elegant patent stilettos, and her sexy dark hair down in a long bob - her legs appear to go up to her ears. I followed her to the lounge where she sat comfortably with practiced feminine posture (the picture of a confident executive), while I stood fidgeting with my bags and explaining their contents. Hannah was very pleasant and interested to discuss further my needs and wants, although I just wanted her to do as she pleased with me, and said as much. So, Hannah then raised her chin slightly, looking right through me, and told me calmly to get completely undressed and down on the floor in the middle of the room on my hands and knees with my head down pressed against the carpet. I noticed on the way down that this put me directly in line with a large floor to ceiling window with the curtains opened and gorgeous light beaming through. Also beaming through was the canberra city street-scape including passing cars - beyond titillating!! Hannah, still fully dressed, then stood in front of my prostrated head, and instructed me to kiss her shoes and carefully lick their soles. She moved to my rear and knelt down. I felt her hands parting my buttocks and she commented on how truly fucked my pussy obviously was. Hannah then spat heavily into my anus a couple of times. Now I felt humiliated and very vulnerable. She stood up and made me roll over onto my back. I closed my eyes to Hannah and the room, and with my legs together turned them to the side to be a little lady-like and maintain some dignity, however she sharply told me straighten and spread my legs wide. My flacid average cock drooped down over my balls. She used the toe of her shoe to toy with my penis and scrotum, saying how puny I was all over. She made me roll over again, on to my stomach, to get another measure of my arse, saying it could do with some meat, and how I expected her to fuck that! Then she spat at my bottom, and ordered me back on all fours, head on the ground, and holding my cheeks wide apart and my hole puckered open. Without warning I felt the laxative vile in my cunt and the contents squirted out. I was told to lie on my side to keep the liquid in and not make a mess or I would have to lick it up. Soon it was back in the bitch position. Hannah neared my ear and reminded sternly once not to move or speak, or else. There I waited motionless, while Hannah (as later became apparent) very efficiently unpacked and arranged everything, including assembling my craved over-size strap-on, and then quickly she was behind me again. She asked coyly if I would like to be fucked like a girly, I nodded yes. But then was told to get into the bathroom and evacuate my bowel properly and be sure to clean myself well. I was relieved I was ready and able to shit well, and cleaned myself pristine with paper and then wipes. Sure and happy my pussy was clean and ready, I came back out to Hannah, putting on my most sweet and suggestive smile, but was faced with that steely look. What was it, what had I done wrong? She came to me, and while clenching my ball-sack between thumb and forefinger, she smelt my arse and cock. Hannah was displeased. She stood in front of me and asked me what I had forgotten. I said I was sorry but really didn't know. She slapped me hard accross the face. I said I was sorry again. She agreed. Then she said I was a useless bitch, and to get back onto the ladies and perfume my sex. I rushed back, kicking myself for my stupidity. On my return Hannah smelt me again and smiled, asking if that wasn't much nicer, I nodded. But it was a mistake made. She sat on the edge of the bed, told me to lay accross her knees, and proceeded to spank me hard - oh boy, does she have strong hands and arms. Afterward, she barked that she didn't want to see my pathetic body and partucularly maleness and to get out her sight until I was dressed and made up pretty. I took myself and tingling backside back into the powder room and launched into makeover mode, hoping I could pull off looking at least fuckable for this challenging clit breaker. Undies pulled on, shoes in and zipped up, the slip (damn it!) forgot to go from the bottom up, stretchy but still too tight over my briad shoulders, what to do hiw embarrasment if she comes in and sees me. It's on, phew!...but fuck me with a stick, it's turbed in on itself, panick, oh cool, minor malfunction, I can pull it down right. Hhmmm, nice, it's very mini, makes my hips and legs look quite sexy, arse looks really cute just covered by it, no time to ponder, aawwgh...chest ain't much chop, never mind, I know I have a competent boy-cunt for both dongs and real cock, and good soft lips. Lipstick, quickly you slut. Yes she should like this demure one, goes with the slip...no smearing dumb-arse.
.....the rest of the session I will leave partly to your imaginations. There were severe but deliscious punishments and further humiliations, my cunt took in a big curved banana and a large European cucumber, I sucked dong cock (not my favourite), and luckily Hannah did root my cake hole good ... and I swallowed her entire bladder of piss (she's an excellent shot and has superb mid-stream stopping skill, we hardly spilled a drop, and yes I lixked that up off the tiles).
I would recommend Hannah to any discerning client with quality in mind.
I would certainly like to submit to Hannah's control again, and soon.
Richard (Canberra - 22 December 2019)
I am an experienced submissive, and more recently cross-dresser, in Kink. While the role of Dominant is not Hannah's principal pursuit, she delivered a flawless and impressive high level of skill, leaving me with a very memorable sexy experience of mind and body at her hand - the caning welts on my bottom are still red/purple raw, and my back door boy-pussy feels well serviced, each a delightful reminder of our session.
Apart from the obvious of being a striking, tall, toned knockout with piercing eyes (as her authentic photos attest). Hannah has distinct presence. Hannah is friendly and relaxed ('chilled'), however I was left in no doubt as to her no-nonsense authority, control and sophistication - an intelligent and grounded young woman with much going for her.
In preparation I provided Hannah with a little information on me and my desires for her consideration (what I might wear to please her - yes I become very girly -possible humiliations, disciplining forms and tools, pain threshold, sexing options to her taste, and my anal cleaning method etc.). Hannah responded professionally but adroitly, suggesting I should also bring a selection of fruit and vegetables for my cunt (oh my.. gulp!!). So, in my usual conservative business attire, but with kit in tow (lacey black nickers, demure nude-colour shaping slip, heels, lipsticks, flogging belt and bamboo canes), I arrived with nervous trepidation at Hannah's hotel room door. I knocked quietly once, then again, and after what seemed a purposeful eternity, Hannah opened and ushered me in with a radiant genuine smile and casual manner. She wore a shortish black clinging corporate dress with elegant patent stilettos, and her sexy dark hair down in a long bob - her legs appear to go up to her ears. I followed her to the lounge where she sat comfortably with practiced feminine posture (the picture of a confident executive), while I stood fidgeting with my bags and explaining their contents. Hannah was very pleasant and interested to discuss further my needs and wants, although I just wanted her to do as she pleased with me, and said as much. So, Hannah then raised her chin slightly, looking right through me, and told me calmly to get completely undressed and down on the floor in the middle of the room on my hands and knees with my head down pressed against the carpet. I noticed on the way down that this put me directly in line with a large floor to ceiling window with the curtains opened and gorgeous light beaming through. Also beaming through was the canberra city street-scape including passing cars - beyond titillating!! Hannah, still fully dressed, then stood in front of my prostrated head, and instructed me to kiss her shoes and carefully lick their soles. She moved to my rear and knelt down. I felt her hands parting my buttocks and she commented on how truly fucked my pussy obviously was. Hannah then spat heavily into my anus a couple of times. Now I felt humiliated and very vulnerable. She stood up and made me roll over onto my back. I closed my eyes to Hannah and the room, and with my legs together turned them to the side to be a little lady-like and maintain some dignity, however she sharply told me straighten and spread my legs wide. My flacid average cock drooped down over my balls. She used the toe of her shoe to toy with my penis and scrotum, saying how puny I was all over. She made me roll over again, on to my stomach, to get another measure of my arse, saying it could do with some meat, and how I expected her to fuck that! Then she spat at my bottom, and ordered me back on all fours, head on the ground, and holding my cheeks wide apart and my hole puckered open. Without warning I felt the laxative vile in my cunt and the contents squirted out. I was told to lie on my side to keep the liquid in and not make a mess or I would have to lick it up. Soon it was back in the bitch position. Hannah neared my ear and reminded sternly once not to move or speak, or else. There I waited motionless, while Hannah (as later became apparent) very efficiently unpacked and arranged everything, including assembling my craved over-size strap-on, and then quickly she was behind me again. She asked coyly if I would like to be fucked like a girly, I nodded yes. But then was told to get into the bathroom and evacuate my bowel properly and be sure to clean myself well. I was relieved I was ready and able to shit well, and cleaned myself pristine with paper and then wipes. Sure and happy my pussy was clean and ready, I came back out to Hannah, putting on my most sweet and suggestive smile, but was faced with that steely look. What was it, what had I done wrong? She came to me, and while clenching my ball-sack between thumb and forefinger, she smelt my arse and cock. Hannah was displeased. She stood in front of me and asked me what I had forgotten. I said I was sorry but really didn't know. She slapped me hard accross the face. I said I was sorry again. She agreed. Then she said I was a useless bitch, and to get back onto the ladies and perfume my sex. I rushed back, kicking myself for my stupidity. On my return Hannah smelt me again and smiled, asking if that wasn't much nicer, I nodded. But it was a mistake made. She sat on the edge of the bed, told me to lay accross her knees, and proceeded to spank me hard - oh boy, does she have strong hands and arms. Afterward, she barked that she didn't want to see my pathetic body and partucularly maleness and to get out her sight until I was dressed and made up pretty. I took myself and tingling backside back into the powder room and launched into makeover mode, hoping I could pull off looking at least fuckable for this challenging clit breaker. Undies pulled on, shoes in and zipped up, the slip (damn it!) forgot to go from the bottom up, stretchy but still too tight over my briad shoulders, what to do hiw embarrasment if she comes in and sees me. It's on, phew!...but fuck me with a stick, it's turbed in on itself, panick, oh cool, minor malfunction, I can pull it down right. Hhmmm, nice, it's very mini, makes my hips and legs look quite sexy, arse looks really cute just covered by it, no time to ponder, aawwgh...chest ain't much chop, never mind, I know I have a competent boy-cunt for both dongs and real cock, and good soft lips. Lipstick, quickly you slut. Yes she should like this demure one, goes with the slip...no smearing dumb-arse.
.....the rest of the session I will leave partly to your imaginations. There were severe but deliscious punishments and further humiliations, my cunt took in a big curved banana and a large European cucumber, I sucked dong cock (not my favourite), and luckily Hannah did root my cake hole good ... and I swallowed her entire bladder of piss (she's an excellent shot and has superb mid-stream stopping skill, we hardly spilled a drop, and yes I lixked that up off the tiles).
I would recommend Hannah to any discerning client with quality in mind.
I would certainly like to submit to Hannah's control again, and soon.
Richard (Canberra - 22 December 2019)
