We Finally meet!

4th October 2026

After many years of yearning, the time finally arrived wherein our beloved Mistress landed upon us! (Oui, I do mean that quite literally)

The story is simple. We wanted to give our writing more legitimacy and to apply more genuine gravity and depth to some of our narratives and subject matter. With that said, my partner and I are novices when it comes to BDSM within a public setting. We practice at home on a casual basis. I am, of course, in charge of him and our relationship is obviously female led, but that is as far as it goes.

Until...

On Mistress Ava's suggestion, we met at Celestial Studios, an absolutely awe inspiring facility tucked away in a leafy corner close to Shardlow (just south east of Derby) This award winning place boasts the most amazing spaces: A Medieval Torture Room. A Golden Emporium, even a Padded Cell.

The idea was to have Mistress explain and demonstrate the basic responsibilities of the submissive male. I wanted her to use my partner as if he were an object and advise me on the correct etiquette in how he is to be treated.

I must say, as we neared our destination, while driving, my partner was ultimately petrified. This was only natural. We have both witnessed Mistress Ava's online presence and we know what she is capable of.

We arrived, unfortunately several minutes late. And there she was. Ageless. Stunning. Time stood still as she walked towards us, looking like the most beautiful shining star. We embraced at last.

There are several things I adore about Mistress Ava. Of course, she is gorgeous. Her well versed diction and her demeanour and the way in which she carries herself. But seeing and witnessing her brandishing these qualities quite so literally up close and personal had me feeling joy in my heart. I loved how she asked my partner to carry her phone and her thigh length boots into the room we had booked for the hour. A true femme!

At this point he was a nervous wreck. Literally a jelly of a man. All awkward fingers and thumbs. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Mistress could sense this instantly. She calmed him, but more so by authoritive design than sympathy. I loved that. 

We stepped inside the Scarlet Sanctum! He looked severely out of place wearing his normal casual clothing stood next to this leather clad Goddess. (I'll add that he did change into more appropriate attire.)

After showing me the various available equipment the room had to offer, Mistress Ava Black placed a pink collar around his neck. (from her own personal collection.) This is when I realised, it had begun. It had just got real! I watched this lady demonstrate how she expects her slaves to show perfect posture for their Mistress. He was then told to kneel. And then told to be on all fours. Then she walked him around the room. I was aroused as she used the collar to show how we could manipulate and control the slave. And the contrast between sensuality and cruelty. Another high point.

"No slave may be higher than his Mistress." she said, "The slave should always be lower." The manner in which she put this into practice had me reeling, barely able to contain myself.

He was then strapped to the rack-like 'Saint Andrews Cross.' She secured his wrists and told him where he was to put his feet. A blindfold was placed on his head. This was genius as it instantly limited his senses. I was invited to join her as she again demonstrated the distinction between the sensual and the pain. We both abused his nipples, but Mistress was a true expert in administering the pain. The contrasts of these thresholds, as she used the nipple clamp most cruelly while she came up close to him, whispering to him alluringly, was so provocative, and SO Mistress Ava!

There is a large bed at the centre of the Scarlet Sanctum. The foot of which are some stocks. Mistress placed his head and wrists through the holes provided. I loved how she made herself comfortable behind him. As he struggled within the restrictive position, she nonchalantly engaged with me on how best he was to be flogged and whipped. Yet another high point.

I actually think she may have been a little disappointed with her slave that evening. His pain threshold was very low. Later on I learned that he struggled with the stocks immensely. He told me he tried his best, and refrained from using the safe word we had given him. He suffered for us, and I am so proud to have witnessed that. Mistress' nonchalance was delicious as he sweated. This is what attracted me to Mistress Ava Black in the first place. Her casual indifference to her slaves suffering: As she simply said: It was a mindfuck! It was a living representation of the famous slogan she has made her own: 'Your Pain Is My Pleasure.'

The whole experience passed by far too quickly. Like I said It had me reeling and I was speechless at times. But I am so grateful of the engagement. My slave is so honoured to finaly be inserted into her list of victims, albeit in a small way. It should prove interesting how I apply her advice and how he feels during my dominating him now.

To say she is Rose Benoit? Of course she is, but obviously she is Mistress Ava Black even more so, a true real life individual with an utterly natural gift of engagement. Her professional aesthetic is otherworldly. If I am ever fortunate enough to meet her again, (hopefully!) I want her to delve deeper and perhaps make him cry. 

Blessings unto Mistress Ava Black xxx

https://www.yourpainismypleasure.com/?locale=en

https://mistressavablack.com/meet-ava-black

https://celestialstudios.co.uk/