Signed, sealed, delivered...
My last session with Mistress Emma had been a long time coming. After a long period abroad I finally received a message from my Mistress saying She was back in The Netherlands and ready to accept me for a session. Her message also said She had a special folder with my name on it on her desk.
The folder contained the contract that we agreed upon before her holiday. In the contract, we had stated the conditions that make Mistress Emma my owner and that make me Her property. It was time for me to come over and sign the contract. Besides when Mistress Emma demands... You must comply, no matter what!
I felt surprisingly relaxed before our session. I had been looking forward to signing our contract for weeks now. I was finally allowed to officially give myself completely to Mistress Emma.
A I rang the doorbell it took her a while to answer the door. As She opened the door Mistress Emma greeted me with that devious smile I had been longing to see for so long. She looked beautiful as ever in a leather corset, super tight bright red shiny leggings and ultra high black patent lace-up boots with the highest heels I had ever seen Her wear. How lucky am I to be allowed to give myself to Her!
We sat down in the studio for a little chat and the all-important signing of the contract.
After giving myself to Her on paper it was time to put theory into practice. I got ready for our session by putting on my own high-heeled patent thigh-high black boots, matching long gloves, and cuffs. It never fails to instantly put me in slave mode.
Mistress Emma sat me down in front of a big wooden cross and used steel chains to tightly chain me to the cross with arms and legs spread wide. Being tied to the cross felt like coming home to The place where I belong. As I sat completely immobilized She slowly traced her hands across my body, whispering softly in my ear. My excitement grew and I sank deeper and deeper into that beautiful state of submission where my Mistress is the only thing my universe revolves around.
She ordered me to free myself from the bondage She put me in. After some struggling and squirming I had to conclude that I couldn't (which is just how I like it). The only way to get untied was to ask Mistress to untie me, which meant making a deal with her.
I promised to worship Her as the Goddess She is if She would untie me. Dome Emma let me start by worshipping her beautiful long black boots. She let my tongue trace every inch of her boots until they shined to Her satisfaction.
Then Mistress Emma led me across the studio where She tied me to a rack for a good stretching. With my feet tied to the rack and arm tied to the winch, she stretched me to the max. She climbed onto the rack and sat on top of me to stretch the only part of me that couldn't be stretched horizontally.
She untied my hands and gave me permission to touch and caress her magnificent heels, then I got permission to carry on higher, onto Her legs now, and then on Her back, her amazing leather outfit. The silky soft touch of the bare skin on her shoulders, and then coming back downwards... As my hands traced every curve of her body she slowly brought me to a climax.
Every session with my Mistress is special. It always has a very strong, sometimes even therapeutic effect on me. But this one was extra special. I got to sign myself over to Her as her property and She gladly accepted me as Her own. It's a very special feeling. Unmatched! Undescribable! Intoxicating!
Mistress Emma, my Mistress, Dominatrix, Goddess and Owner.
As Stevie Wonder once wrote:
Signed, sealed, delivered,
I'm yours
Slave Martijn
