Back in the clutches of Mistress Emma — but this time, completely different!
A session with Mistress Emma is never predictable. It is always unique and barely imaginable in its intensity.
But let’s start from the beginning. After we had arranged and scheduled the session, Mistress Emma decided on something very special just for me. She announced that it was time for there to be no safe-words — yes, that’s right: no escape and no stopping under any circumstances. That, of course, meant that my surrender in this and every future session would be entirely different.
I was nervous for days beforehand and climbed the stairs to the studio with a pounding heart, not knowing what awaited me.
After a few introductory words — which I of course received kneeling — I was allowed to lick her legs and boots, beautifully encased in latex. The trill of that already made my head spin. Mistress Emma knows how to make you vulnerable. She had never screamed at me. Not once. Nor had She ever begged anything out of me either. Mistress Emma has this ability to crawl under your skin for days beforehand. To tease and torment you all at once. To keep you on your toes and to make you howl Her name to the moon! She loves the wolves so much, I was once told, and She certainly seems to me a lot like them - strong, proud, gracious, so beautiful.
But if you dare to stand in Her way, She will eat you up alive! Mistress Emma has her way with words and actions. She makes you feel you belong to Her. You wish to give in to Her powers, to let yourself be lost in Her eyes. You wholeheartedly wish to offer Her yourself, and at the same time, you feel so comfortable. Full well knowing that you are in cruel, sadistic, but also capable, experienced hands of a real pro. But let’s get back to the session - Mistress Emma secured me to the St. Andrew’s cross while She calmly crossed the room to fetch a tube. I had no idea what was inside and assumed it was just lubricant. How wrong I was.
After Goddess Emma massaged it sensually onto my cock, it hit me: a hot burning spread across me, and I could see the Mistress reading my reactions. In addition to Her graceful, practiced movements and perfectly dressed body, She pressed a vibrator against my frenulum and tormented me, whispering: “Remember, slave — no cumming until I say so — if I even let you cum today.” And as if that wasn’t enough to take me high and crush my hopes. Mistress Emma reached for yet another tube and massaged a little substance on my balls. Was it lubricants? No! It was the hot cream then, right? Wrong! It was something that made my balls freeze! Can you imagine? My cock is on fire and teased with a rather handy vibrator, while my balls are freezing! How did I feel in that moment?
I can’t explain. All I can say is, it was not easy for me to hold it in…But did The Mistress help me? Pull the vibrator away? Or at least slow down? You bet She didn’t. Mistress Emma raveled in my agony! And I revel in Her joy. The further we went, the brighter the spark in her eyes glowed, and that’s all I needed to see. All I needed to keep me from ruining Her plans.
Just when I thought I had survived that, Mistress Emma locked me in a cage and began walking around me, teasing me. I was lying 5 centimeters from the ground in a cage so small I couldn’t turn around in it or move a whole lot. So all I could see were her sky-high heeled boots! My ultimate fetish. And here She was, parading them right in front of me!
At times coming closer, so I can touch them, and then pulling away, leaving my hands outstretched and empty. She was playing with my mind. Showing me that She is in charge. Proving once again that She has the power to make all my wishes come true, or take it all away from me! Every second felt sweet. The desire is growing. The need is deepening. I was willing to offer Her anything for the chance to hold Her boots in my hands. And just as if Mistress Emma read my thoughts, She thrust Her perfect boots at me and ordered me to fuck them. What a relief — after all the mental fuck I thought I could finally stimulate myself at my own pace. Suddenly — and we weren’t even halfway through the session — Mistress Emma ordered me to come into the condom She had put on me earlier.
I asked, “Now, Mistress?” She only said, “Yes, slave — because I command it.” That has never happened before. The Mistress rarely allows me to come; She rather keeps me under lock and key, so imagine my surprise. Yet, when the Mistress gives me an order, I have no choice but to comply ( Not that this particular one I wanted to argue anyway)
After an admittedly pleasurable orgasm, Mistress Emma pulled off the condom and ordered me onto the bed. Then, She skilfully bound me until I could no longer move and said: “Now the fun begins.”
The nightmare began: bound on the bed, immobile and utterly at her mercy. First order of business - Mistress Emma put spiked rings around my cock, pressed my balls into a metal contraption, and amplified everything with vibrations. The pain was unbearable.
Then She proceeded to make sure I was kept hard at all times ( the erection is not your friend when the spikes are crushing your cock. The softer, the better, alas that was not to be my fate that day). And it was made worse by the exhaustion from the first climax. Mistress Emma, however, relished every second and murmured, “You’re going to deliver what is mine. I will extract everything out of you.”
I knew there was absolutely no escape. Bound and without any safe words, I was tortured on the bench and could feel how much pleasure it gave Her. She whispered in my ear: “You know, slave, you’re going to deliver what is mine! I am going to extract everything out of you, no matter what!!” In that moment, it became clear to me! Mistress Emma will milk me dry. She will exhaust me.
Drain me out. And right after our session, I had to somehow manage to get myself to the airport. Since I flew in the Netherlands the previous day, especially to see Her, and am now due to return home right after our session! She is cruel, I have always known that…And perhaps that is what I can’t resist.
Further, Mistress Emma attached a special device to the tip of my cock; it vibrated in a way I had never experienced before.
She forced me, in agony, to cum again. And right after the second orgasm, instead of a nice break, I was offered a single Mercy chocolate bar. As I was still chewing, Her newest toy was introduced to me. Mistress Emma put a new condom on, placed the spiked rings on and fastened them, and brought up the Slubb.
Then proceeded to turn it on and literally extracted what little might have been left in me.
Only when I saw the satisfaction on Her face did She stop and slowly undo the bindings. I was feeling weak, my head spinning, my legs wobbly. Normall,y I will thank Mistress Emma for Her undivided attention, so sought by many, but today I was not feeling capable of uttering a word.
I thought it was over and I would be sent to the shower… but before I could leave the room, I heard: “Where are you going, slave — stay!”
Mistress Emma was holding a glass filled with all the full condoms. Yes — under Her supervision, I had to lick everything, absolutely everything, off Her perfect boots. What a humiliating gesture, especially after multiple orgasms…
