Late Nights with Ms. Mona Rogers & Dana Kane (Pt.1)
The promised entry about my night with these amazing Dominants.
Sorry for the delay with this post. I’ve been catching up on my to-do list and watching all the programs I recorded during the week. But this is an important post and an experience that should not be wasted with lack of sharing. I was at the studio with my Mistress during Dana’s second day in NY. DN was shooting with Mistress Mona for We Love Ballbusting. I wasn’t intending to come in and actually had other plans, but DN’s sinus problems were lingering and I figured She could use the help.
It’s a good thing I decided to go in because She did need the help, I think moreso than She anticipated originally. Thankfully, Kevin was also there to offer his assistance periodically, as well. Mainly I just tended to what She needed done: organizing, keeping Her hydrated, making sure the crew had what they needed so that She didn’t have to be bothered with the details. Yes, this meant a trip to Purple Passion for scalpels – which I was totally not into. But it was well worth it to know that my Mistress had been relieved from the hassle of having to figure that out herself had I not been there. She is very good at planning, as is Mistress Mona – unfortunately, this cannot be said of everyone.
This meant I also had to go on a city-wide search for Mistress Mona, who requested that I get cinnamon altoids from “somewhere.” She was so frustrated at this point and had such a severe look on Her face when She asked me to find them, that I literally thought She expected me to make them materialize from thin air. It took me a full minute to register that She probably meant make my way to the deli. Thankfully, I figured that out after some paralyzing moments of trying to mentally calcuate how to magically make these things appear by snapping my fingers or reciting a spell.
I went to the store around the corner from the studio. They didn’t have cinnamon. They had peppermint and wintergreen. I got peppermint. Whatever, right? Wrong. Mistress Mona was not mad at me, but Her frustration was evident in Her piercing eyes as they widened in slight irritation when She noticed the flavor was wrong. Sensing this was serious but not having the courage to ask why, I simply immediately replied that I would go to another store. I made sure my Mistress had everything She needed and headed back out. Seriously, I went to about 6 stores, including CVS, Duane Reed, Walgreens and also Starbucks, Subway and every souvenir shop within a 6 block radius of our location. I couldn’t find these cinnamon altoids anywhere. They had every other flavor, even ones I didn’t think existed, but nothing even remotely close to cinnamon.
I called Kevin in a panic and had him ask Mistress Mona what I should do, but I firmly instructed him NOT to put Her on the phone with me because my nerves were at this point – entirely frayed. I could hear Her talking in the background but couldn’t make out the words and I couldn’t understand what Kevin was saying when trying to translate Her message. The only thing I heard was, “Just make sure they won’t turn her spit red,” to which I loudly began to reply, “How the fuck am-“ which was interrupted by Mistress Mona’s voice, as apparently She had taken the phone from Kevin and I had no idea. I literally froze and offered a very high pitched, “Hiiiiiiiiiii…….” In an attempt to divert Her attention to the fact that I just cursed in reference to something She had said and also that I had expressed annoyance at what was turning out to be an impossible altoid pursuit.
She was not at all angry or mean. In fact, She laughed, much to my relief – and told me to find something cinnamon flavored that would not make Her spit red. My attitude of frustration from lack of achievement was instantly quelled when speaking to Her and I told Her I would figure something out. I went back to all the stores, remembering that Walgreens had some red candies which I thought for sure were cinnamon and would be suitable. When I got there I almost threw them over the register because they were, in reality, watermelon.
I rushed back over to CVS where the checkout guy who assists in self-checkout (yes, ironic I know) was flirting with me without any regard for my clearly evident to anyone with half a brain – desperation. I was not having the best of luck with locating items this day. Earlier they had run out of DN’s bottles of Volvic water and even after making two guys check the supply room, I came up empty handed – which I felt bad about. But She was so sweet and understanding that I felt a lot better about my lack of success. But back to the candy – I almost resorted to pleading with this clerk to help me find something, ANYthing that was cinnamon. But he was too busy asking me for my phone number to be of any use and simply kept handing me candies that were colored red but not at all the right flavor. He told me his name was Fernando or Hernando or something and when I declined giving him my number for the 3rd time, he dejectedly asked me if I would at least come back later – to which I replied (in all seriousness, and verbatim):
“No, I will not come back later. You don’t understand. If you don’t help me find something cinnamon, you will never see me again because I will be dead!”
That seemed to have dissuaded his interest as he slowly backed away from me while I ran out of the store, figuring the only thing left to do was to resort to prayer. I didn’t know what was so important about the damn cinnamon but I was not about to go back to Mistress Mona without it. I knew She wouldn’t have been angry with me, but there was high tension all around – and between Her and DN being remarkably irked by circumstances outside of their control, I didn’t want to encounter their wrath. So yes, I will not lie. There are no atheists in foxholes, or deli’s. I prayed, yup – to God, that I would find the cinnamon altoids or something similar. I ended up in the exact same store where I got the peppermint altoids and after fumbling through stacks of various brands of mints like a literal lunatic, I found one tin that was cinnamon – one solitary tin, buried beneath all the others, as if it had been placed there by God Himself. I sucked in a deep breath, made my way back to the Studio and didn’t release that breath until Mistress Mona gave me Her nod of approval when I handed them to Her.
After having Kevin calm me down, I spent the rest of the time making sure my Mistress and Ms. Mona Rogers had everything they needed. It was finally over for Mistress Mona who came into the back room to kiss me goodbye, and I always get very sad whenever she is somewhere where I am and then leaves. She was particularly stunning this day, wearing a latex skirt and corset – and Her makeup was flawlessly applied and made Her look ridiculously sexy and fierce. Every time I passed Her in the hallway my heart would jump a little from nervous excitement. It was crazy. But She was glad to leave. She had had enough and was ready to call it a day, so I hugged Her and said goodbye – having absolutely no idea I would be seeing Her later that evening.
DN was still shooting some time after that, and in between clips Kevin and I tended to Her. When She was done I put away Her clothing and makeup – packing Her up to go home, as She was immediately headed off to bed. She really did not feel well. But I do not know who could pull of sick better than Her. As usual, She was the stunning image of physical, dominant perfection. She’s just so beautiful that it literally stops me in my tracks, sniffles and all. I was so sad and distressed when She had to leave. It always prompts me to become emotional when She leaves and I can’t go with Her for whatever reason. Not only was She sick but I had to go home, or so I thought – which is why I was unable to go back to Her apartment to take care of Her. It was only a few minutes later after She entered the cab that I got a phone call saying I wasn’t needed home. But I knew She was very sick and I had heard Her on the phone making other arrangements for the night, so I had no intention of unnecessarily burdening Her – especially after She had praised my efforts for being so good and attentive the whole day. I couldn’t do a single thing to ruin that, and so I chocked back my tears as the cab took Mistress away L
I was okay after that though, or so I thought. I went to the deli, took a phone-call and had a juice. I needed a break from being cooped up inside so I gave myself a good 20 minutes to chill with my Droid and OJ. I came back shortly after and thought I was fine. I chatted with Kevin for a while but at some point I couldn’t really hear what he was saying anymore. The words sounded foreign and were more like just sounds, my eyes started to tear and I heard him ask me what was wrong and if I was okay. I told him nothing was wrong because I didn’t quite know anything was but the more we talked, the more I felt this invading panic overwhelm my senses. I didn’t know what to say or do. I couldn’t call my Mistress. I knew She was probably asleep by this time and I just couldn’t bear the thought of disturbing Her. I couldn’t really explain to Kevin what was happening. Dana was in session. My roommate wasn’t answering the phone.
And then my brain decided to function properly and instructed me to reach out to Mistress Mona, whom DN has on numerous occasions reminded me is (without fail) the second in command when She is not available to tend to me. Therefore, it seemed like the next logical step. I texted Her and She called me, and the sound of Her voice opened the floodgates. I hid in the bathroom because the receptionist was out front and the other rooms were being used, but Mistress Mona told me to find one that was unoccupied, which I did. The Rubber Room turned out to be free, although I didn’t realize it at the time.
Mistress Mona, ever intuitive with a remarkably understanding of the psychological underpinnings of the necessity of BDSM, suggested that I might need a spanking. I didn’t know if I should agree or not, but figured it was safe because She wasn’t even there and I told Her so – to which She replied, “Dana’s there.” As second in command it was perfectly feasible for Her to grant permission to Dana to interact with me, if Dana so chose. This made me a little nervous and I felt like I was a burden to both of them, but Mistress Mona calmed me down and forced me to breathe, even in between my sobbing that I hated breathing – to which She basically told me to shut up and breathe anyway. That did work to the extent that it could for a person who hates to breathe and She stayed on the phone with me until Dana got out of session, and then instructed me to put Dana on the phone.
I wearily opened the door and tried to hide my face as I handed the phone to Dana, who looked perplexed. I went back in the rubber room and sat down on the bench, crying despite inwardly screaming at myself to maintain my composure so as to avoid looking like an idiot. Nope, that didn’t work. Dana came in after a few minutes and consoled me. She hugged me and offered me a lot of affection, which definitely helped despite my very disoriented state. She held me and made me laugh, and I was very comforted to be close to her – but she could see that I still really wasn’t in any condition to trek it back home by myself. So She called Mistress Mona and made arrangements to take me back with her, where she said they would fix me up with a food and a spanking – neither of which I was positive I wanted, but both of which ended up doing me more good than they might ever even know.
**** To be continued – the really good part is coming up. Relentless, consensual and at one point – seriously begged -for beating, to be described in vivid detail. This really should have been immortalized in film or something. It was pretty amazing and I think my Mistress would have been proud of me for a few reasons: I didn’t do anything destructive to ease my emotional pain. I reached out to Mistress Mona, as DN has instructed me to do at any time if I need Her. And I really was able to obediently endure a pretty heavy “session” with Ms. Mona and Ms. Dana by letting them guide me as opposed to reacting to my own instincts and trying to flee.
