I am a 40-year-old man who has been in a position of power throughout most of my life. I am in the publick's eye, and in my daily life, I am the one to appear put together, responsible, and wise. Which might be why, every now and then, I am looking for a way to switch things over. To turn the tables around. I have been looking for a way to alleviate my stress and to reach a nirvana-like state of mind. Yet for many years, this escape proved elusive. I have tried partying, scuba diving, bungee jumping, and trips abroad as well as visiting some… entertaining ladies, should I put it that way. Yet, nothing ever worked well enough or more than once.
Ultimately, I was always bound to the feeling of loneliness and the fact that no one fully understood me. The real man behind the mask. The man who can be vulnerable, insecure, or even a bit broken from time to time. The human being, if you will.
The search for mental relief had brought me to the website of Mistress Emma, most specifically, Her blog. I started imagining myself in those situations as I read the stories there. I put myself in the shoes of the submissive. And that brought up a thrill overwhelming me, engulfing me in flames. I wasn’t fully aware I had this side of me, yet the more I read, the more curious I became. After a few weeks of reading, I was done. I had scrolled through the entire website, and I read every session story, every article Mistress Emma ever published.
And now what? I wanted more. No, I needed more. I couldn’t just close that page and move on with my life. By this point, I have already begun dreaming of some of the stories I read, and had envisioned Mistress Emma in some of Her beautiful outfits. I had begun fantasizing about what She would do to me. What would She wear for me? Would She hurt me, surprise me, scare me, or look after me? So many questions. I tried to put Her aside, to forget about my little read, to focus on my work. Yet, nothing worked. It seemed Mistress Emma was playing around in my head already, taking charge of my thoughts and making sure She was in the center of my universe.
It took me about a week after I was done reading until I mustered the courage to app Her and request an appointment. Mistress Emma replied almost right away, yet Her schedule seemed full at the moment, so I was given a date in 3 weeks. However, She instructed me to study Her website and compose 2 lists. One of the possibilities I would like to explore and another with my taboos. I wanted to scream that I can do that in an hour's time, and to beg Her to see me today! But from what I gathered from Her website so far, I knew that won’t work to my benefit. Hence, I did my homework. I created the first list for about 2 hours, yet in the coming days, I have been spending every free second (and quite a bit of my work hours as well, to be fair) in dreamland. I was under Her influence already. Thinking, dreaming, fearing…
My list changed a few times, items were added, others were removed, or put under consideration for now. It was my fear and my desire that were battling constantly. After 2 weeks of struggling, I reached out to Mistress Emma to provide the requested information and book my session. We had 1-hour video call, where She provided further information, kindly answered the questions I was able to ask (I should have written them all down, so I can consult my list, instead of being blown away by her looks and forgetting how to have a proper conversation!), and we ended up desiding to go for humiliation. I wanted to be in complete opposition to everything I knew and was used to. Mistress Emma came up with that as a start.
We agreed that whenever is enough for me, I will simply use the safe word, and we can proceed further with another game. We had a few more to go on our list – Mental, verbal, and physical domination. Fetish clothes and high-heeled boots, some tease and denial games. Orgasm control/denial. A little nipple play, just to see how I react to it, and a few more.
Once the day came, I was hyperexcited. I was nervous, and I am not the one to get intimidated easily. I arrived at the provided address 30 minutes earlier, and let me tell you, this is the longest half an hour I have spent in my whole entire life. The closer it gets to the time, the wilder my mind goes…
Finally, 15:00 sharp. I ring the bell. Mistress Emma appears. She is wearing a bloody red latex dress, paired with the highest boots I have ever seen (later on She send me the picture of the side of the box, the boots come in, and on the very side of that box it says: Attention- this shoes are not made for walking or dancing! That high I am talking about). Mistress Emma extended Her hand, so I could kiss it and welcome me inside, after which I was invited to the second floor, where our play quarters for the day are located. Mistress Emma walks in front of me, which looks more like She is flying in the air, the view – incomparable to anything I have ever seen. So far, so good, I tell myself!
Next thing I know, Mistress Emma sits me down. She is outspoken. Her voice is tender, soft with just the right amount of demand when She emphasizes something. She made me feel at home, yet at the same time, I was very well aware that She is in total control of the situation. Her vocabulary was rather broad. I could immediately tell I was conversing with a highly educated lady. The intake took about 30 minutes, though the way Mistress Emma carried it, I wouldn’t have minded if we spoke for hours. But I suppose She wanted to put me to Her test. I was escorted to the bathroom and ordered to take a shower and prepare mentally for what was coming my way.
Once out of the shower, I entered her domain with anticipation. She was sitting on a chair, Her legs crossed. The view – extraordinary. I was expecting Her to start creaming insults in my face, yet She took a different approach. Mistress Emma let me come closer and closer to Her, then just as I was right in front of her, She turned the heat up! Talking, manipulating me and the conversation, insulting me all the while letting me sense Her perfume, letting me hear the clicking of Her high heels walking in circles all around me. She kept pushing, and I kept giving. The power exchange happened so naturally. I was no longer in control of myself, my thoughts.
And just like that, She put an imaginary net on my neck and kept tightening it.
She was teasing me and at the same time letting me recognize that I am not worthy of touching Her. Feeling Her in my arms. Though that was what I was longing for. She kept playing with my mind, almost ignoring my body. Slowly, but surely, She managed to imprint Herself deep inside my head. We kept the fire for ours. With every sentence, I felt weaker and weaker, and I begged Her for more. Once our time was up, I pleaded with Her to extend, but Mistress Emma informed me that I had had enough for today!
I knew I had to go, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave! Not yet. I took a shower, and upon returning to Her, I insisted upon booking Her next available spot. She laughed and simply said:
I KNEW IT! ONCE YOU HAVE HAD THE TASTE OF ME, YOU NEED ME! YOU BECOME ADDICTED TO ME! AND SOON ENOUGH... YOU WILL BELONG TO ME!
I insisted on booking the next chapter of whatever this is that we just did. Subsequently, I am now given an appointment in one week's time and some homework to do for Her!
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am not a weak man; it’s just that somehow, without even knowing me at all, Mistress Emma filled the void I have had most of my life. She understood me. She fed me what I needed. How is She doing that? I have no idea, but one thing is for sure – once She crawls under your skin, that’s it for you. She is an invader of thoughts, desires, and fantasies. She is a paradox – cruel but caring, charming, yet so dangerous, little and at the same time so, so, so big!
I still can’t figure Her out. Maybe I never will…
Thank You, Mistress Emma!
