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 .

Having learnt my lesson and had my body caressed by a wicked little pin wheel (I loved that!) I was allowed to worship those beautiful feet, encased in stunning, killer heel shoes; and then up Her silky stockings. Unable to resist, I dared to touch Her inner thigh uninvited, and duly received a well deserved flogging – skilfully administered taking me just to my (novice) limit – I can’t wait to have that limit tested and expanded.

I was made to lie in a sling, my feet spread, wrists strapped at my sides, blindfolded, my cock and balls exposed and vulnerable. The anticipation was exquisite…Mistress’ warm, husky voice teasing me, turning my insides liquid with desire, before She sent me into raptures with an unseen vibrating device that gave my cock an intense pleasure beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.

A great first session – kneeling naked before a beautiful woman, collared and leashed, wrists bound, body constricted by a skillfully tied rope; whipped for the first time; worshipping a fantastically sexy body; grovelling at beautifully shod feet…and that vibrator!!

Best of all, so much still to experience…the cage, dozens of whips, floggers, paddles, crops and canes (and Mistress’ hand, which I now know administers righteous justice with magnificent fury!)…an eye watering cabinet display of probes and plugs…all those wonderful outfits Mistress models in the gallery…

And finally, after it was all over, Mistress graciously sat and chatted over a glass of wine. She’s a lovely person; warm, funny and a pleasure to talk to. A parting hug, and one last kiss of her feet on the stairs, and away to dream about the next time…

Daniel

Fishnets always seem to set the pulses racing, though I can’t think why!

What do you think?

Unfortunately for him, he failed to get the seams straight on Her stockings. He will now receive a sound thrashing and will keep trying until he gets it right.

It could be a long painful evening for the ‘lucky’ slave!

Sissy Slut Training. This can be used as a form of reward or humiliation and will depend on the perspective of the submissive.

If you long to dress and behave like a lady, but only succeed in humiliating yourself and appearing foolish, an afternoon’s grooming and deportment session may be what you need.

As well as full transformation, I cater cross dressing sessions to those who simply relish some time in the delectable and divine clothing items that are mainly restricted to women. Whether your fetish is for stockings, pantyhose, furs, stilettos or boots, we can explore the sensations and associated pleasures together. Mistress has a wonderful collection of outfits.

Mistress also loves to use her collection of strap-ons and butt plugs.

You are bound to find the scenario that will suit you.