I have been fascinated by Pro Dommes for quite some time now. Yet, my experience so far has always been just fun and interesting, with nothing too deep. I have never been terrified by a woman in my whole entire life. After all, I am a middle-aged, well-built man who visits the gym occasionally, and consider myself in good shape both physically and mentally. I stumbled upon Mistress Emma’s website through one of Her Twitter posts. Once I discovered it, it took me a while to read through the whole thing, and although it struck me as quite interesting, I thought most of the session stories there were highly exaggerated. Nevertheless, I wanted to meet Mistress Emma and see for myself how far we can go.

Hence, I approached Her politely through her WhatsApp and asked a few questions in regards to the possible session. Mistress Emma was ever so polite, yet very firm in Her approach. It was never a shade of doubt that She is a natural Domme, and She not only knows very well how to lead - She won’t have it any other way. We scheduled a video call first, where I explained that I was fascinated by “taking to the training camp session story” and would like to replicate some, if not all of it. Mistress Emma explained that this particular experience She had offered to a slave She already knew well and felt comfortable and confident to take him abroad and train him in such a manner.

Yet just as I thought, She will simply say that this is no option for me, Mistress Emma said She has an idea how to execute an experience even stronger. Further, Mistress Emma refused to provide many details and instead proceeded to thoroughly interview me about my experience in the BDSM scenes, fetishes, taboos, medical history, possible allergies, accidents during previous sessions, and any restrictions at all from my side. She was on a mission to know everything there is to know about me, and not only that - She took notes of every word I ever said in that interview. At first, it struck me as unusual. After all, I have had a good few sessions with Pro Dommes before, yet never have I ever had to undergo a research so deep.

But at the time I thought to myself - Ok, perhaps this is the rule She likes to play to impress Her slaves. Nothing wrong with that. (  How wrong I was, it will become clear later on, just you wait).

At the end of our first encounter, Mistress Emma demanded I take a week off and free myself from any sort of commitments. I was given the dates I was supposed to make myself available, and a bank account where I had to transfer half the pre - pre-negotiated sum for the entire session.

Once the transfer was successfully received, I received an email with clear instructions on how to properly prepare for our session.

Some of the instructions looked understandable ( eat well the day before you arrive, drink enough WATER, no alcohol, no drugs, no stimulants 3 days before we meet, sleep at least 8 hours the night before we meet, etc..). Whilst others (bring an extra set of clothes for yourself, get yourself a pyjamas, etc) seemed rather bizarre. Yet at the time, once again, I severely underestimated Mistress Emma and simply thought She was just messing with my head. Once the day came for me to appear before Mistress Emma, She greeted me with an email early in the morning. The mail was quite simple. Good morning, slave, on your way to my suite, I recommend you get yourself a lunch.

Worry not, if you have no time for such mundane tasks, especially on a day like today, then that's OK, you can skip it, though take my word for it - you will need it. Anyway, I have to go now! I will see you later!

Given that I was already showered and dressed and literally on my way to my car ( it’s a bit of a long drive and I wanted to arrive early, rather than late) I thought to myself - Better just go. When the time comes, perhaps we can order something, or even better, perhaps I can take Her out for late lunch or early dinner. I won’t mind that. (Don’t make my mistake, if Mistress Emma hints to you to do something to help yourself out - just do it. No questions asked. And never ever underestimate Her!)

Once at the front door, I rang her doorbell and waited in silence. It was 9:00 in the morning. The city is still quiet, sleepy, and peaceful. The door opened just a crack, so I could barely slip in. As soon as I was inside the very dimly lit hallway, I was electrocuted rather severely. My muscles were paralyzed, and I felt a hand helping me to fall to the ground, preserving my head from hitting the floor. As confused as I was, I am not sure how exactly, but I found my upper body clothes either cut or simply torn. My neck was strapped with an electrical collar and not the longest leash I have ever seen. My wrists were locked in police stile handcuffs, no escape from those, and as if that was not enough, they were also fastened to my collar with a hoop right underneath my chin.

My ankles were also bound together and fastened with a metal chain to the back of my collar. My movements were quite restricted as it was. I was in shock. Confused, in pain, and quite afraid. After all, I have never been paralyzed so far. Not even A minute in, and the surprises had already begun. Perhaps this was the moment when I began to wonder if I had made the right choice coming here at all. What I saw in front of me in that moment was a mixture between the vamp woman - hot latex, sexy, glamorous, dangerous... But also a f*king monster - blood thirsty, dangerous, selfish, hungry.

The thought of excusing myself and leaving then and there popped up in my mind, but it wasn’t exactly possible to express it, since as soon as I came back to my senses, I was ordered to speak only when spoken to and asked a question, or else I was going to be electrocuted again. I was also told to follow the orders I receive to the “T” or else, more severe punishments will take place. Then Mistress Emma stood before me - Dressed all in bloody red latex! Heels sky high. Hair is a glorious updo, lips red and demanding. Once my eyes were used to the dark, I was finally able to appreciate Her appearance, and all I wanted to do was to adore and admire it. Helas, that was not to be my fate that day.

As soon as She leaned forward towards me, I sensed Her sweet floral Perfume. I know that smell. What was it? Come on, I know it... Yet my attention was placed elsewhere. Did you happen to bring your food for today with you, slave? She asked. No, Mistress. I had no time - I managed. She smiled and simply stated - No problem, slave. You will be the one to starve! Then Mistress Emma turned Her divine back at me and started to walk down the stairs rather confidently. I had just a second to admire Her looks as the leash attached to my collar was short and Mistress Emma pulled on it firmly. Walking the stairs on all fours, chained and being pulled constantly, is no easy task, yet Mistress Emma never gives me a second to compose myself or wait for me.

I was there to serve, and She wasn’t going to let me have it easy. That was clear to me from the get-go. As we finally arrived at the dungeon floor, the door behind me was closed and locked, and Mistress Emma put the key on a chain on her neck, showing me that the way out is solely through Her. Then Mistress Emma removed the chains attaching my hands and ankles to my collar and asked me a few questions. I did my best to answer correctly, but I am not sure I did as good as my Mistress wanted. Before I knew it, I was ordered to lie on the ground on my belly first. Then Mistress Emma placed her 25 cm heels on my bare back and started walking all over me, asking me: Who are you? Where do you belong?

It was hard for me to talk, but She persevered. Asking again and again until I found the strength within me to scream it out loud: I am your property, your slave, Mistress Emma. I belong underneath your heels, Mistress Emma. I belong on the ground. I belong underneath you. Once Mistress Emma was satisfied with my answers, She stepped away from my back and bottom and ordered me to turn around. Grateful as I was for having a chance to breathe freely, I did as ordered. Then, Mistress Emma placed her boot on my throat and pressed harder and harder. I have never had breath control executed in that manner. I was suffocating, and just before I passed out, The Mistress allowed me just a touch of oxygen before She restricted it away again and again. I was in pain, Agonizing.

But this proved to be rather amusing to my Mistress, so She carried it out for quite some time. Until I was exhausted. When Mistress Emma stepped out of my throat, I thought the first brake for today was coming. How wrong I was. Mistress Emma ordered me back up on my feet and placed my hands in leather hand holders coming down from the ceiling. She secured them rather tightly. Then, proceeded to secure my body with chains to the walls of the dungeon, and I already get the feeling that what is about to come will be heavy. Upon completing the bondage, Mistress Emma walked in front of me, looked straight in my eyes, and said: It’s time for you to begin proving yourself to me. At the end of this session, I will announce whether or not I wish to ever see you again.

You get one shot to prove yourself worthy of my time and attention, or to get blocked and kicked out of here. What it is going to be is up to you, slave!

I felt shivers down my spine, but I was determined to prove Her that I am not only worthy. I wanted to be among Her most loyal servants. Hence, I will take whatever comes my way. No doubt, no fear, no regret. Mistress Emma turned her back to me and walked towards a wall displaying Her weapons. A whole arsenal of whips, paddles, and canes. I haven't noticed it before, but wow! With that amount of tools, I could spend weeks here. That thought hit a nerve with me, so I tried my best to push it out of my mind. Besides the looks of my latex Mistress, carefully choosing Her weapon of choice was intoxicating.

I focused on that, and it helped for now. Once the choice was made, Mistress Emma proudly presented it to me. She let me see and feel it on my bare skin. Velvet whip. Very easy-going. To open with! Mistress Emma informed me. Then She whispered in my ear: Just relax and open yourself up for me. Don’t fight me, we both know your chances of winning that fight are not too great! Then She walked behind me and slowly laid a few stripes. On my back, bottom, and shoulders. The first crack scared me. The feeling raw, the sound loud and bold. But I was able to compose myself, and luckily, Mistress Emma opened slowly, so I had the time to breathe in between the hits and to bear with them.

Further, Mistress Emma made sure to hit a new spot every time, so as not to exhaust me far too quickly. But after a while, it was time for a new tool. Yet another whip. Velvet again, but this time a really thick one. The Mistress showed it to me and explained that this is the next step. That weapon will hurt me more, yet nothing severe. I should take it with no problem at all. And She was right. The hits came one after another in a quicker progression this time. The time to rest in between splashes was limited. My breathing is heavier, my fear growing. My mind constantly returns to the wall of pain and all the weapons displayed on it. The thought that I might feel each and every one of them lurking in my mind. Both exciting me but also scaring me.

After all, I am already in deep trouble, and so far I have only experienced the easy-going once, as Mistress Emma puts it. If this is only the warm-up... What would be the real deal? If I ever had any doubt of how sadistic and cruel Mistress Emma can be, only reading her Blog, now I could swear all doubts evaporated. I would be happy to crown Her the Queen of all Demons. But Mistress Emma was busy, and I had no choice but to let Her play. The next whip of choice was a leather one. We can only level up, slave. Every next tool will be slightly worse than the one before. Toughen up, because we aren’t even halfway through! - Mistress Emma’s voice sang in my ear. Was this a thread, or was She trying to comfort me?

Could it be a little of both? Now I was really frightened! We have already discussed the possibility of using a safe word just once during the entire session, and the thought of it was already lurking on my mind...But... I was sure the Devilish Mistress, Mistress Emma, really is - this was just the beginning of Her cruel plan. What would I do when I shout out my only escape? My one and only chance to save myself at the very beginning? I knew that was the worst idea, and I thought to myself I will be strong. After all, this is my ultimate fantasy. How can I have it if I myself cut it off? Mistress Emma sensed my doubts and walked in front of me, placed Her small, perfectly manicured hand on my cheek, and whispered: Relax and focus on me!

My perfect looks, My soft voice, My twisted mind... Forget about the pain. Don’t wait for it, don’t fight it, don’t anticipate it. Just look for me and keep your focus there! Such a little gesture did wonders, because my mindset shifted. I looked at Her, closed my eyes, and still saw Her in front of me, strong, demanding, small, and yet so big. Mistress Emma is a mystery to me. So small in size - yet so strong. Like, there is a whole other being deep within Her. She is so cruel - yet every time I need Her, without seeking Her help or informing Her, She senses my needs and responds immediately, comforting me, calming me down just enough so I can carry on. Barely taking the edge away, yet this is all I need in that moment.

She is so polite at the intake, yet as soon as the game begins, Mistress Emma turns into a blood-hungry monster and keeps pushing me way beyond my limits. As if She first merely seeks them out, then lifts the line, and then obliterates it completely. I have never met a woman like Her. And if I may share a personal observation - Mistress Emma unleashes Herself on you with your own help and assistance. If She were to ask me beforehand about half the things we did in that session, I would have said no - yet once She starts to play, She makes sure to make your mind work against you. Mistress Emma lures you deeper and deeper into her twisted game.

And just before you give up, just before you shout for mercy, She puts a dreamy reward right in front of your face, just a breath away from you. She plays with your mind way more than with your body. A witch! A Siren! A thoughts reader! A wild beast and a caring friend all together. The leather whip was tough, but I took it; not a sound, not a moan escaped my lips. At some point, Mistress Emma laid it down, just so She could upgrade once more - a metal whip. Its chains are strong and cold. Its power is even greater. Very well, slave! I am happy to see you took my advice! Mistress Emma smiled. That cruel smile of Hers is worth my pain. I will endure it all, just so I can keep that smile firmly in place! The whip danced on my body.

Strike on my left rib cage...Followed by a strike on the right. Then a few strikes on my bottom. Left, right, left, right... Over and over again. This was so painful! So severe. Mistress Emma was relentless. And unlike the previous times, no brakes were offered at all. No time to recover in between the hits. Just brute force. And Mistress Emma’s voice echoing in my ears - Give me more, slave! I want more! More... More... More! How long did this go for? I have no idea. I seek Her voice. This is where my last hope lay. My life and my mind were fully in Her hands, and with expert care, She exposed and took care of both at once!

Once this whip ran its course, I was shaking severely. I heard the heels of Her boots clinging away from me and in just a minute coming closer and closer again. With every step She made towards me, my fear of Her and Her next torture tool grew. But instead of a whip... I felt something ice cold all over my back and bottom. My Mistress took care of my wounds. She healed the damage She herself caused me just a minute ago. Then untied me and laid me on a leather table. As I was still breathing heavily and barely composing myself, Mistress Emma reached for Her ropes and secured me to the table so precisely, I couldn’t move a muscle. As much hope I had that this torture had run its course, my Mistress knew better, and demanded even MORE!

The next instrument was a ribber single tail short whip, mean, devilish. A creation coming from the very depths of Hell, designed to break every man alive! This time, the Mistress presented it to me, leaned forward, and whispered how exactly She was going to use it against me. She described in vivid detail the true horror I was about to undergo in just a minute, but also assured me that if I were able to give her ENOUGH, She would allow me a small break afterwards. Right before Mistress Emma’s presentation of Her last instrument, I was gagged with a medium rubber ball gag, so my ability to talk or negotiate was already taken away from me. With that being said, I could only lie down and take it. And true to Her word, Mistress Emma went wild. The whip was brought everywhere on my body.

Back, shoulders, bottom, legs, and repeat. Over and over. I was whimpering hard. Being in complete panic, but was Mistress Emma bothered? Of course not. She carried on. Every now and again, when I was gagging on my saliva, She would pause for just a second to check on me, yet warning me that if She catches me cheating, and forcing Her hand into an unexpected brake, She will make sure to make me gag for very, very real and won’t give me the courtesy of checking up on me. That thread was enough to force me to behave even in the most extreme situations. This last part went on forever. Mistress Emma never stopped, took a minute to rest, or to have a drink. My Goddess just went on forever. Finally, when she decided She had enough, I was drained.

Even after Her removing my gag, I found myself incapable of building up a sentence or carrying on a conversation. I was totally numb, exhausted, and just needed rest. That Mistress Emma seemed to know very well. She untied me fully, took a bucket of what I presume was water and a cloth, and bated me Herself. Then She disinfected my open wounds ( my back and bottom, where open at some spots and bleeding a little), and offered me a pair of stripped pyjamas. Then, as She ordered me to dress up in my new attire, She explained that now She would have allowed me to have my one and only meal for the day, but since I did not bring any food, She would just grand me a glass of water and a piece of bread. But... First things first.

She chained my hands behind my back and together to my ankles again, so I was on my knees, unable to stand up and unable to use my hands. Then She ordered me into a small cellar, only equipped with a dog bowl full of water and a piece of stale bread and locked the door behind me. As She was closing the door, I heard her say: Eat, drink, and sleep. Gain as many of your powers as you possibly can. You will need it.

The cellar was dark and cold. The space inside is barely enough for me to fit in. No bed available. Where was I supposed to sleep?

As Mistress Emma closed the door, my first thought was that I must be very careful, not to spill the water in the dark (which I did almost instantly, so not only was I left dehydrated, but also I slept on the cold, wet floor). Now all I wanted was to rest and recover as much as possible, but this was not easy (if at all possible). I managed to crawl on the floor, but sleeping like that is close to impossible. My already damaged body hurts. The cold floor made me shiver all the time. Of course, the hard floor made the pain even worse than it already was. At some point, I was just helpless. Staring into the abyss and waiting for the cruel witch to come and take me again. Left with my own thoughts, I couldn’t help but wonder... What comes next?

I mentioned a good number of games I wished to play, and now I was being terrified... Would I be able to handle it? Would I ever be set free? Could I bribe Mistress Emma to cut me loose for now? Is there an escape? Do I want to escape? Being left alone with my own dark thoughts was even harder for me than the severe beatings. The fear growing deeper inside me was enormous... But so was my admiration for my Demon! To my Goddess! My Mistress!

I am not sure how long I was left in my lonely cell, nor can I be sure how much sleep I got at all that night. The only thing I know is that at one point, Mistress Emma returned! I heard Her heels long before I saw Her. And my heart skipped a beat.

I both needed Her badly and I really no longer wanted to be left all alone in the dark forgotten, unwanted, useless... But at the same time, knowing who or rather what, was coming my way, I couldn’t help but feel terrified. Once Mistress Emma opened my cell, She ordered me out. I was greeted with Her warm smile and the smell of fresh coffee. I knew my Mistress would look after me well. I knew She would make sure I have my strength in order to perform further for Her. Once out of my prison, I was taken out of all restraints and ordered to resume my submissive position on all fours on the floor. Then Mistress Emma sat on my back and proceeded to drink the fresh aromatic coffee, at small sips, teasing my hunger and need for caffeine.

As She drank her coffee, we had a chance to chat and She prepared me for my duties, offering me the chance to work hard and deserve some water and even possibly a meal. I foolishly offered to do what it takes to deserve both. Soon enough, I would come to rethink that decision. First, I was ordered to strip completely and ordered into the bathroom, where I found a bathtub full of water... and ice cubes. Not just a few ice cubes floating on the surface. A bathtub half full of ice. I was ordered to lie in it and thought that I could have a drink only if I could stay in the ice water for no less than 10 minutes. A timer was set, and both I and my beautiful Mistress could see the time left fair and square.

The water was extremely cold. I was still a bit sleepy, but not for long. As soon as I put a toe inside, I knew 10 minutes would be close to impossible. Mistress Emma did not make it any easier on me, since She didn’t say a word, yet never left my side either. Just looking at me, I knew I couldn’t fail Her. I couldn’t say no or exit, so reluctant as I was, I had to force myself deeper and deeper under water. As I sit in the tub, I take a deep breath and submerge myself in - fully. Mistress Emma started the timer and then proceeded to encourage me. Every time I was ready to leave, She would tease me into staying or offer me to disappoint Her, to fail Her. To prove myself worthless - something She knew I couldn’t do.

Hence, with Her great help, I did it. 10 minutes straight. And my drink, you ask? I was allowed a full glass of water. All this torture for 250 ml of cold water!!!

But that’s not all. Far from it, actually. Next, Mistress Emma ordered me to dry myself up and to get to the playground in 2 minutes. I did my best, and once I entered, I was immediately placed on a leather table. Tied down to it by Mistress Emma’s incredible ropes technique, so once She was done with them, I was unable to move a muscle, and only then was I shown the next tool of Mistress Emma’s choice. Or should I say tools plural? Mistress Emma brought a trolley, 3 sections of electro toys, kits, sounds, patches, cords, clips, gloves... I did mention I would like to do some extreme electro play.

I also mentioned that I have been disappointed in the past by the lack of possibilities with other ladies. Now I could say that today lack of options won’t be an issue for me. But perhaps the exact opposite! I was promised a meal if I endured enough to satisfy my Mistress’s ever-growing hunger for pain and devotion! Now that I had the question asked in such a manner, of course, I couldn’t say no. Yet only I know what happened inside my head. The storm of emotion, anticipation, and pure fear. The fight between desire and self self-preservation instinct. The need to satisfy my Mistress, yet the possibility to fail Her and, in that way, to fail myself. To lose the chance to ever see Her again... At that time, I was at least thankful that I was tied as severely as I was.

I was allowed one last word - Yes, Mistress! Anything for you, Mistress!

Before I was gagged, and the torture began. It is a blur for me to this day what happened first and what followed after. But I can surmise it by saying that day I had the most severe electro session in my life. I had all sorts of devices attached to various body parts. Combined with vibrating tools and even an electro-glove massage performed by the divine hands of Mistress Emma. The culmination of my electro torture was rubber cords around my balls and base of my peni,s plus 2 pads on each of my balls, plus an electro ring on my cock followed by the vibrating cock ring, followed by a spiked  cock ring, followed by another vibrating cock ring, and lastly an electro sound.

And if all of this is still not enough, Mistress Emma managed to attach all this to the cord on the ceiling and begin to pull me upwards as my body was still heavily restrained to the leather table itself. I was screaming in pain, yet my gag was preventing the screams from exiting quite the way I expected. All that came out was a muffled mumbling that didn’t seem to bother my Domme all too much. What a sadist! And every single thing She did was executed with such perfection. Such attention to the smallest of details. Mistress Emma broke me down, and only then did She stop. Removed all the toys and tools and freed me from my bondage... kind of. I was given mittens and a body harness and ordered to kneel before Her, where I was about to eat my food.

That was a piece of stale bread and yet another glass of water. I was ordered to look at Mistress Emma’s eyes as I eat and to recognize Her as my one and only true Goddess. Which I had already done in my mind. Upon finishing up my meal, I was placed back in the prison of Mistress Emma. This time, I was ordered to remain quiet, as Mistress Emma had plans for the day ahead and did not wish to be disturbed. I was tough, every moa,n every noise I make will cost me 100 lashes with the ribber whip. Then Mistress Emma ordered me to use my time wisely and to think about my performance. To rate it and to prepare to face Her with Her final thoughts of our session. With those words, Mistress Emma left me alone on the dark, cold floor once again.

This time, I could hear Her there, though. I could hear Her voice in the distance. Could hear Her heels coming closer to me and then going away again. Laughter. A male’s voice. Followed by screams. Seemed like Mistress Emma was playing as I was hidden there. Reflecting on Her - me - us... Once more, I lost track of time. My senses were messed up. My head is spinning. My judgment is probably cloudy. Yet the only thing I knew for sure - I had finally found what I was looking for all along. As cold as the floor was, I was feeling hot inside. Happy, free, satisfied. I was feeling alive for the first time in years, and I had every intention to hold on to that feeling. But more importantly, to hold on to that wonderful, skilful woman for as long as She allows me to!

I won’t share any details of the conversation we had once I was taken out of my prison, as I consider it too private, but I can say one thing. Mistress Emma - You are my queen. The one and only! I would be extremely happy to serve you for the rest of my days! And certainly promise to cherish every word. I promise to follow every command. To obey you and to become the best slave you have ever had!

Humbly yours slave V