Dear Mistress,
My feet ache, my knees burn, my cock hurts and my balls are in agony.
I’ve just experienced the best 90 mins of my life.
I’m still in a daze, I’m fairly sure I just answered “Yes, Mistress” to a complete stranger on the tube.
I hold my head in my hands and smell the ash on my palms. I don’t smoke.
I am completely under Her spell.
The first thing that struck me about Lady Seductress is her presence. It’s not just Her stunning beauty but an aura of confidence and power which is impossible to resist.
I got off to a bad start, arriving without a gift, an error I will not make again.
I took longer than expected to arrive at Her door. This was unforgivable.
I made a woeful attempt to light Her first cigarette and count myself fortunate that I was only required to spend five minutes kneeling naked in a corner with my face on the ground, considering my actions.
Mistress had asked me to provide a list of my interests prior to seeing Her. There were no guarantees that She would indulge my preferences, and a lot rided on Her mood.
As it transpired, She systematically used all of my fetishes against me, for Her own amusement, leaving me blue-balled and beaten.
Lady Seductress is incredibly intelligent and perceptive. She notices the slightest detail and exploits weakness ruthlessly.
While carefully removing a Christian Louboutin shoe from Her foot as though my life depended on it, my body shook ever so slightly. Mistress gleefully saw my discomfort, and immediately demanded that I look directly into Her eyes while sucking her toes. I was completely humiliated and found it incredibly difficult to hold Her gaze. I had never felt less like a man and more like a slave. I was completely and utterly broken from that point and remember little afterwards. It was a wonderful experience.
Mistress has a sultry half-smile which She uses to exite, to tease and to condemn. I became powerless when allowed the privilege of gazing upon Her lips.
Mistress allowed me several moments of intense pleasure. I drank a delicious glass of champagne, which She kindly tasted first, before spitting it directly into my mouth.
She permitted me to wank while kneeling before Her perfect size 5, stocking-clad feet, before abruptly deciding I should stop on the brink of orgasm.
The challenging glint in Her eye at that moment was paradise personified. She dared me to continue, revelling in my discomfort.
It is difficult to choose a favourite moment, but highlights of sheer pleasure included Her using my face as a seat to relax upon and the time She wrapped Her silken soles around my throbbing cock. If I could freeze time and live forever in that moment, I would.
Each time She brought me to the brink and denied me with a sudden and brutal change of heart.
Near the end of our session, Mistress ordered me to stand before Her.
She approached seductively, stepping in close enough for me to smell Her intoxicating scent.
She leaned towards me gently and whispered softly in my ear, the rest I will leave to your imagination.
Your new Slave .
My first EVER visit to a domme…and I started at the top! First the practical stuff…professional set up arrangements…easy to follow meeting instructions…warm welcome into an inviting dungeon. I was pathetically nervous and even more so when made to strip by the beautiful, elegant young lady who greeted me (as others have noted, much more beautiful than the photos that had attracted me in the first place). I made several novice mistakes, and after being securely bound and made to wait contemplating my helpless body in a full length mirror whilst My Lady changed into her Mistress attire, I was then instructed in the error of my ways.
