My last session with Mistress Emma was truly eye-opening for me. We have known each other for a few years now, and we have always had a wonderful connection. Our trust bond developed over time and over a good number of sessions. Mistress Emma has been a wonderful teacher to me.

She has taught me patience (which I always lacked).

Mutual understanding (at the beginning, I used to show up with a list of games I wanted to play, and it took Mistress Emma a while to show me that the number doesn't matter. What is truly important is the feeling in the game itself, the goal we are after that particular day, and the long-lasting effect the entire session will have on both of us as opposed to the boxes we can just check for the kinks already tried.

Endurance (I used to be so soft, and challenging me was easy, but I used to give up relatively quickly, hence not accomplishing too much. With time and just the right games, I learned how to allow myself to be triggered, but also how to endure and carry on, so I can truly benefit from the game. How can I prove to both myself and Mistress Emma that I can do this? I want to do it. I can handle it. And the benefit for me from that is enormous!)

Awareness that there are 2 partisipants in the games and we have to both give and take. I must not only look after my own wishes, but consider how to please and entertain Mistress Emma as well.

Whether through simply offering Her my body to use as She pleases or even coming up with the ideas of my own as to how we can elevate the experience even further. Not that Mistress Emma lacks imagination. Rather, because in that way I clearly show Her that I am just as invested in the games as She is.

Devotion. Before I met Mistress Emma, I used to be rather selfish and seek satisfaction for my own desires. Playing with different partners, believing that this is the best way to approach it. The most funny and exciting way. But since I met Mistress Emma, I began developing my relationship with Her. I accomplished the tasks given to me online. I worked on personal issues. I strive to improve and show off a little. With every next session, I wanted more, and I also offered more.

I didn’t even realize when or how, but Mistress Emma stuck in my head, and my desire to play around and just have fun evolved. It developed way beyond expectations. I devoted myself to Mistress Emma, and this deepened the relationship we both share and gave a lot of context in the games. It is just now that I realize how much safer and more secure I feel in a familiar setting with a person I trust fully.

Now, a bit of context about our last session. I have finally gotten to the point where I feel comfortable enough to offer Mistress Emma a session without a safe word whatsoever. We have discussed it in the past, and I always wanted to try it, but I also felt quite scared at the same time. However, the time has come for me to commit and grab the bull by the horns.

I was offered 5 hours long session. Once I arrived, Mistress Emma welcomed me, polite as ever, but that only lasted until we walked the stairs down to Her dungeon. Once inside, I was immediately given a towel and sent to the shower. No intake conversation as usual. No reassurances, no promises made. Mistress Emma was fully into it, and I liked it. Yet, nevertheless, I felt scared even more than I expected to be. Once out of the shower, I was ordered on the Andrews cross, where bond tight. With my most vulnerable parts fully exposed for Mistress Emma to do with as She pleased. My eyes are blindfolded. My mistress is walking around me. The sound of Her high heels clinging in my head. Sweet treads whispered in my ear. I was expecting the first blow, yet Mistress Emma kept delaying it. What did She have in store for me?

What was to come my way? The first challenge was the Violet wand. I heard it sizzling next to my ear, and knew right away where it was going to land. Mistress Emma is rather skilled with it. With everything She utilized, actually. The wand danced on my body, warming me up. Inner ties, armpits, chest, legs, belly... Mistress Emma knows how to play with it. How to make me moan and beg for more. Until it stopped. I couldn’t hear it anymore. I was expecting to have the blindfold lifted, but then I felt it. The first of many strikes with a whip landed right on my cock. Unexpected. I was so tense after the violet wand, and the strike felt even more severe than usual. But Mistress Emma’s laughter made it all bearable.

When I am most vulnerable, when I am really struggling, all I need to get me going is Mistress Emma’s voice, laugh, or smile. Her naughty wink or a gentle touch with the palm of Her hand to my cheek. I must admit, Mistress Emma is a true artist. She not only knows how to challenge me, but also how to ensure She has me right where She wants me, so She can keep pushing further and further. And sure enough, before I knew it, the whip hit me again and again in a quick succession. Every now and again, Mistress Emma will tend to me, encourage me, and help me catch my breath, just so She can carry on even more vicious than before. What a wild creature is She when She is having fun!

A few times during this game, I whispered Her safe word, forgetting it is of no use today, but Mistress Emma kept reminding me of our deal as She kept going without even bothering to slow down. Once I was exhausted, Mistress Emma took me off the Andrews cross and offered me the leather, comfortable BDSM bed. If only I knew what She had in stock for me further... Once on the bed and as I was recovering, Mistress Emma seized the moment and made sure to restrain me both with chains and ropes. What a pleasure it is to watch Her use Her ropes. Mistress Emma is always so beautiful when She is using them. Walking around, treating, tying the knots. Making sure the ropes are tight enough to keep me firmly in my place, yet not too tight to prevent my blood flow, causing Her to remove them prematurely.

Once I was thoroughly bound, Mistress Emma brought in a carry-on trolley with various equipment on it. What caught my eye right away was a couple of new torture devices we have never used before. I was not sure I wished to try all of them, but I suppose on this day the choice was not mine. Mistress Emma took a ball stretcher with spikes all over its plates and, with a large smile on Her face proceeded to place it on my balls, making sure they were both captured and locked inside. Then, as Mistress Emma looked deep in my eyes, She began turning the knobs on that torture tool, fastening it, causing the spikes to embed themselves in my balls. It was teasing at first. And really nice. Mistress Emma went on a slow pace, so I was able to enjoy it.

But it also gave a lot of room for my fear to grow, because I knew all too well that, as twisted as Mistress Emma is, this would soon enough turn into a wild torture. I suppose the fear growing in me was satisfactory to my Mistress’s desires, because the further She went, the bigger the smile on her face. And all the time Her eyes were fixed on me. It was as though Mistress Emma was feeding on my raw emotions. The moans soon turned into pleas, and then into screams, but Mistress Emma had the solution to that - an inflatable gag, so I could endure. I have never had my balls crushed so much. But would Mistress Emma remove the device once She was satisfied? Of course not. She just kept it there and reached out for yet another tool.

This time, a cock ring with spikes inside of it, which embed themselves into my cock. The pain was extreme, but I somehow managed to take it. And then a silicone ring was placed right next to the spiked one. At the time, I was not sure what the use of it was, but soon enough, that was made very clear to me. What followed was yet another spiked ring. Though the spikes of that one were much sharper than the first. If I didn’t like the first, this one I already hated with a passion. And yet another silicone ring to follow. By this point, I understandably lost my erection, but Mistress Emma fixed that issue for me. With a gentle touch, Mistress Emma turned both silicone rings on, and they began vibrating. I could not help myself.

My cock began growing, and as it did, the spikes of both rings began embedding themselves well into my skin. However painful it was, the vibrations ensured my erection. There was nothing I could do. I couldn’t even beg for Mercy, due to the inflatable gag still in my mouth. Mistress Emma seemed entertained for a little while before She decided to lift us up even higher. How? Pretty simple. With yet another spiked cock ring. This one was somewhat different than the previous 2, though. It was much thinner and all 5 spikes were rotatable, so Mistress Emma could close it as tightly as She desired. This one was meant for my shaft. And there it went. With each screw sending shock waves through my entire body. My cock is being squeezed tight. The pain excruciating. Yet the true sadist Mistress Emma is, She seemed to have a blast!

But was this all? Not even close. Next, Mistress Emma took Her electro kit and put 2 rubber wires on my cock and my balls, and turned it on. Hard as I was struggling, the ropes did the trick, and I was unable to move an inch. And of course, the electric impulses only went up and up. And after a few minutes, just as I was getting accustomed to the current program, Mistress Emma, that cruel, devilish woman, will switch to a whole new one. Different wavelength, different intensity. There was no rest for the wicket that day. It was an amazing, scary, wild experience. It also brought me to almost full exhaustion. I say almost, because there was still a little something left in me, and Mistress Emma saw that.

Here is the time to mention that way back at one of our first sessions I asked Mistress Emma what She would like to do to me. If She could try anything, What would be Her choice? She took a minute to think about it, and then the answer surprised me. Breath control. I offered it then and there, but Mistress Emma explained I was far from ready for it. Mistress Emma explained that this is a game that requires significant trust from both sides. The kind of trust we build through playing various games, and we grow it together. Since it was our second or third session and we barely knew each other, there was no way She would execute it then. However, it seemed the time had come for it. Mistress Emma removed all the tools from my cock and balls.

Then She reached out and gently lifted my head just enough to fix the gas mask on. Afterwards, Mistress Emma proceeded to fasten it so it was firmly in place, not allowing any air on the sides. The mask came with a short hose attached to it. At first, I was able to breath freely. But then Mistress Emma began playing with the palm of Her well manicured hand on top of the hose. Restricting my excess to oxygen, and quickly moving away and allowing it. Until She was done teasing. At one point, Mistress Emma placed Her palm fully onto the end of the hose. Closing it firmly. Pretty quickly, I was struggling. Fingers curling. Fists clinched. And all I could do was look into the eyes of my wonderful, sadistic Mistress. It was in this moment that I realized why this was one of Her favorite games. There I was. Powerless.

All at Her mercy. My life was in Her hands, and we both knew it. When was She going to relise Her grab, when was I going to get this life-saving air? I have never felt so submissive and so free at the same time. It was as if everything else disappeared. Nothing mattered in that moment. It was just me and Her! Strange how even the fear evaporated. I wasn’t desperate. I wasn’t afraid. I was free. This was life altering experience. One I won’t be doing daily, yet one I would love to revisit one day!

Next. Mistress Emma untied me and sat on her Throne, as the true queen She really is. I knelt before Her, Her magnificent boots just a hand away from me, and humbly asked if there was something I could do for Her.

If I could offer Her my services in any way. Mistress Emma ordered me to place a pillow on the ground in front of Her. Next order - REMOVE MY BOOTS AND LAY MY FEET ON THE PILLOW!

Next, I was ordered to massage Mistress Emma’s stunning Divine little feet! Slow and with just the right amount of pressure. And you better believe when Mistress Emma orders a foot massage, She wont let you slack on it. I was being corrected when needed and was guided as to how properly to massage those beauties. And as I was doing my job diligently, Mistress Emma asked: WHERE DO YOU BELONG, SLAVE?

Underneath your feet, Mistress! I belong underneath your feet! I belong beneath you. On the cold floor...