A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon Mistress Emma’s website on Twitter. I read a couple of session stories and quite liked Her demeanor, though I must admit I am a switch, so I wasn’t sure if Mistress Emma would agree to play with me. We arranged a video call first, we got acquainted, and we both shared a bit more about ourselves. From the get-go, Mistress Emma made it clear that I could only set foot in her domain as a sub. She declared that any fight over power and control will bear severe consequences, and will eventually be resolved in Her favor. I insisted on an appointment either way, with the idea  - if things get sour, I can always just leave. How wrong I was!

We met a week later, we had reserved the entire Saturday, so we had enough time to explore my many fetishes on the submissive side (and with a hope from my side, that perhaps once we start to play and relax, once we are clearly enjoying one another’s company, maybe I will persuade Mistress Emma to try something new Herself). Mistress Emma looked stunning. The highest heels I have ever seen. Her legs were hugged tightly by a pair of lack boots, reaching thigh-high. Her latex pants are so shiny, like a second skin. The waist is snitched by a corset. Shoulders bare and bold. Posture of a real queen! Hair high up, so Her shoulders can remain out in the open. Bold eye makeup, bloody red lipstick. Vamp women through and through! What a delight!

As we were walking up the stairs, I had the privilege to enjoy the view from behind, and that was a huge kicker for me. Once we reached Her main suite, She ordered me to a chair and offered me a drink. A small conversation followed, but with every minute, I was more anxious to get into the games. And finally, there we were. Mistress Emma ordered me to shower and, once prepared, to present myself to Her! She proceeded towards placing me on my knees and ordering me to lick her stunning boots clean... what a treat! As I was working thoroughly, Mistress Emma made it clear where my place was and what was expected from me. I listened, but made a mental note to myself that this remains to be seen.

As we progressed further, Mistress Emma ordered me onto the Andreas cross, where She fastened my wrists and ankles. Then Mistress Emma proceeded to tease me and play with my nipples. I begged for more, and more. I was hungry with desire, and the more She teased, the wilder I became. And Mistress Emma took advantage of that. It must have been an hour or so that She kept me on that cross. Teasing. Barely getting me the taste and then pulling away! Once Mistress Emma decided to release me from the cross, I saw an opportunity to act on my primal instincts. As soon as I was free, I grabbed Her by Her waist and attempted to pull Her closer to me, to feel Her in my arms. And before I knew it, My cheek was on fire.

Mistress Emma hit me so hard, I stepped back, losing my balance for a second! But instead of Her screaming or throwing me out, She simply grabbed a collar and ordered me on my knees. Fixed the collar, put a leash on it, and led me to a very small cellar box. I barely fit in, crawled in a fetal position. Then the door of my cage closed, and a firm lock was set in place to keep me secured in there. The next thing I saw, Mistress Emma placed Her chair right in front of my prison and explained that She will tolerate nothing but obedience. Further, She ordered me to only speak when I am ready to offer Her that. No more or less, but 100% obedience. I attempted to say something, but She cut me off right away! Nothing but obedience!

Then She left. I was all alone for about 10 or so minutes before She returned with a cup of cappuccino in her hand and informed me that She had all the time in the world. Then crossed Her legs and looked at me. Her eyes stared at my soul. I was locked in that cage with Mistress Emma in front of me for hours. It became very uncomfortable very soon. But my attempt to ask to be released was put down. I needed a sip of water - yet the same thing. I was turned down. Soon enough, I just stopped trying and decided to wait it out. At some point, She will have to let me loose, right? I am not sure about it.

As I was locked there and my freedom of speech, along with all my human rights, were stripped from me, I went through a few stages. First genuine curiosity. Then anger. Followed by the fear. I sought a way to set myself free. There was none. I considered screaming, but opted against - I didn’t want to anger the beast even more! I had no access to my phone or any other personal belongings, so calling for help was not an option. And only after I ran out of ideas on how to set myself free did I begin to consider Mistress Emma’s proposal. Simple, easy, right in front of me. All I had to do was submit. But at this point, I knew I had to be genuine or I didn’t want to even consider what could come next if I dared to challenge Her again.

I took some time to myself, crooked, smashed, my head heavy. I tried to hide my face, as I was agonizing in discomfort, but even more so by being tormented by my own thoughts. Yet Mistress Emma didn’t say a word and never left my side. Just there in front of me. With her stone face. I couldn't tell if She was enjoying Herself, if She was angry, if She was ever going to let me go. She scared but also fascinated me. Soon enough, the weight of my own choices lingered over my shoulders. The need to set myself free, but also not to escape. The desire to let Her do what She will. Yet to do it all to me...

The silence is so heavy. Her eyes never leave my side, yet She doesn’t scare me now... I see her in a different light. What do I want?

Should I just run? But how can I? So many questions. Until I finally caved. I realized there is only one way out, but also only one way in... I said it! Offered Her myself. Promised to behave myself and to never question Her authority, never to cross Her, never to stay on Her way! Begged Her to use me as She sees fit. She stood there, looking at me. Did not stop me this time, yet, She wasn’t coming to set me free either. What am I missing? I begged and pleaded with Her, But She kept looking at me. Could I see a hint of a smile? Or is that just in my head?

What am I missing? Finally, it hit me - I offered Her my all, but I had not yet apologized for my mistake. Mistress Emma never demanded an apology, but apparently one was in order.

And so I did just that. From the bottom of my heart, I apologized. Tears were running down my cheeks. Mistress Emma unlocked a whole storm of emotions in me just by looking at me! Then and only then did She drag me out of the cage. Yet not finished with me. She led me to Her lair, laid me down on a bed, and stated - Now that you are mine, let me see what I can do with you...

The rest of the session I will prefer to keep private. I am still amazed by the lessons I learned that day, but beyond any doubt, the most valuable one was the lesson in obedience. I wish to never return to that cage, so I will do my utmost best to never land myself there ever again.

Thank you, Mistress Emma!

Obedient greetings! Slave J