What a treat I received this weekend! I have had a few fetish sessions with Mistress Emma in the past. So I was already well aware that when it comes to Her, kinky is a shy way to describe Her mind. Mistress Emma summoned me out of the blue, letting me know that She was back and She was feeling naughty. Now I didn’t need much more persuasion, and I directly asked Her when and where. She announced She wished to meet me in Her new playgrounds in Arnhem. As high as I was to hear her voice and as wild my mind was going at the time, I didn’t care much where; I would have followed her to the moon and back. Something you need to understand is - We don’t play all that often, maybe 4 - 5 times a year.

But when we do - WOW! Fire and ice dance together.

Mistress Emma announced She was going to wear a latex head to toe and demanded the same from me. I obliged happily. We met in 2 days time. Mistress Emma, true to Her word, wore a latex catsuit, shiny and tight, emphasising all the right places. Her hair was put in a classy updo, far away from both of our ways. Her make-up - bold smoky eyes, bloody red lipstick. And what I will later discover, underneath the LED lights, was some sort of paint, making Her look like a vampire.  So blood thirsty, so kinky and wild! We had a small talk, where Goddess Emma taunted me, offering drinks, asking random questions, toying with my ever-growing needs...

It wasn’t long until She dimmed the lights, tied me up to the bondage wheel, and placed a good amount of tea candles in pentagram shape on the floor. Then, the ultimate temptress that She is, Mistress Emma stepped in the middle of the pentagram, moving like a wild beast. Her movements were not human-like. She is so flexible and so magnificent in Her shiny latex suit and 30 cm heels, prolonging Her beautiful feet. She made my blood boil, and every time I would try to speak, She would look at me with Her piercing eyes and simply order: Remain quiet or get the blindfold and skip my ritual!

Cruel little Devil!

But how can you argue with that? I let Her do it all. The further She went, the stronger my moans became. Those didn’t seem to bother Her one bit!

Once her dance was over, Mistress Emma approached me and whispered in my ear: Would you like to come and play?

Would I like? Seriously? I would do anything for the chance!!!

But She pulled away! I couldn’t watch Her turning Her back on me.

Come back! Please! I would do whatever it takes. Come on! Please don’t leave me hanging! I beg of you! I need you! I offer myself to you! You are The one and only!

It wasn’t until She heard my last plea that She returned and freed me from my restraints. Then ordered me to get on the bed and took a bottle of oil. Next, Mistress Emma poured a generous amount of it all over me and massaged every part of my body with it, followed by doing the same to herself as I watched ( I could watch this forever).

And then She got me closer to Her, letting Her latex body push and press against mine. I went wild, yet never touched Her. Not once! I knew the second I laid a hand anywhere on Her fetish body, the game would end. I had done it in the past. Hence, this time, I come prepared. Mistress Emma used me as a pool, swirled all around me, teasing beyond belief. Then She pushed me on the bed and began lurking, touching, teasing, and even more. Every move, every touch sends shock waves through my body. Her immaculate makeup up and the darkness of the room, dimly lit only by the candle lights, helped the atmosphere to feel out of this world. Mistress Emma’s moves snake-like, wild, seductive. Her luminescent lipstick...Both our wet bodies are moving and seeking each other.

The tension is reaching the roof. Myself getting lost in her world. In Her desires and challenges. Her scent, the latex smell, combined with the oils. It's really almost an out-of-body experience. All my senses were seeking, needing, pleading for more! I was lost, and yet I knew I was exactly where I needed to be!

It was a real treat for each and every one of my senses. When we have these trance-like sessions, it's hard to remember where we are or to perceive precisely what is happening. We spent 5 magnificent hours together, and by the time we were done, and I was back on the street, I was so speechless I needed a moment to gather myself and to remember where I parked my car.

Mistress Emma, You are a wild creature! Feel free to reach out again next time when “You feel naughty”!

I am always happy to oblige!