A few great aspects of this experience:
First things first-yes, this is professional grade. You are spanked, leashed, bonded, and only answer "yes ma'am" aside from a safety word or two. You get on your knees and rest your head on the floor until she fetches you. You are naked the entire time. You can do all other sorts of things, but this is the typical "entry-level" stuff. It all takes place in a legit dungeon of sorts with more ropes, chains, and boards than a Home Depot. Frankly, I didn't know so many ball gags were on the market.
2) There's nothing cruel, humiliating, or unkind here. My dominatrix has been practicing for about 20 years, and she is warm, seductive, and only interested in making an experience that keeps you feel safe while exploring yourself. Weird, to feel that way with someone you might expect to yell and snap at you. But that's not her style. A preliminary call also helps you cross off stuff like hoods or diapers or cages or whatever else doesn't fit your fancy.
3) You know what's particularly great? For a couple of hours someone tells YOU exactly what to do and exactly what will please them. I said, "Damn! This IS GREAT! Just do what you say and make you happy and listen to your compliments about my ass? This is like a kink day spa! Why aren't more people here?! I have AT LEAST 12 friends who will come running over here. Probably tomorrow, in fact." This is a freeing experience for anyone who usually leads people all day, calls the shots on a lot of things, and basically is "the boss" day to day. I guess I don't have a control issue, either. Some people, like me, she said, crave the relief of NOT being in control or in command, an odd reversal of freedom. Dominant, hard core "type As" and bold personalities are in fact her most frequent customer types.
4) It's sensually bizarre and playfully fun. I was laying there thinking, "Some stunning women 15 years older than me is smacking me on her lap right now and stroking my hair. I'm not into women, am I? Hmm. I'm okay with this, yes." I am here as "a pretty girl for a pretty dungeon," okay, yes. When you look in the mirror and see yourself laced up naked in 400 feet of red rope, you think, "oh, Met Gala 2016. Okay, yes." (She took a picture to capture the moment as proof, but that comment cost a spanking. Okay, yes.)
Ivy Kwong-big thanks for the inspiration and intro here, lady. High marks for this experience.