The clacking of her heels

After a long break of more than two months, I finally got to see my Mistress again. I was dying to see her in one of her stunning fetish outfits. As I arrived at the studio She greeted me in black, shiny, skin-tight leggings, a corset to match, and blood-red platform heels. Her outfit accentuated her curves so perfectly that it made my head spin a bit.

As we walked into the studio She apologised for the floor. It was covered with foam mats. Apparently, the studio has new downstairs neighbors who complain about the constant noise of heels on the tiled floor of the studio. Until new flooring is installed in one or two weeks the foam mats would have to do, since She and I would both be wearing heels.

I thought this was pretty funny 🙂 It made me wonder if the clacking of heels was the only noise they experienced...

After getting ready, Mistress Emma kicked off the session by putting me in leather cuffs and attaching them to chains that She hoisted up to the ceiling to the point where the soles of my platform heels were barely touching the ground.

During our previous session, I made the mistake of coming too early without permission. We were going to have to work on that.

She played with me for a while, teasing me by staying just out of reach. This would be the theme for the rest of the session.

After a while, She let my arms down and untied me. It was time for the next phase. She put my hands behind my back in metal handcuffs.

She lay down on the bed and ordered me to worship her. But the bed was off-limits for me. I could only kiss and lick the parts of her body that I could reach from beside the bed. She moved slowly across the bed, moving in and out of reach as She did. The mirrors surrounding the bed showed her reflection from every angle making her seem so close yet so far away.

After She was satisfied with my efforts I was given permission to join her on the bed. As I lay on the bed with my hands cuffed behind my back I began my task of kissing every inch of her boot, then her leg, then moving to her back... I could finally reach Her as I had longed for so long. What a blessing, what a reward that is on its own... words can't accurately describe it... It was a trance-like state of mind. You are focused, the further you go - the more you need Her, yet you have to mind the boundaries. But how do you manage, could you manage, am I good enough, can I get more...

I slowly made my way up the back of her tightly laced corset, from the small of her back to the top of her corset. As I was kissing the front of her corset I traced the zipper from the bottom to the top. When I reached the top I could have taken the zipper with my teeth and unzipped it. I wanted to but of course, didn't. A slave is never at liberty to do such a thing. And to be honest, she looked too good wearing it.

She rolled me over on my back and lay on top of me. She smothered me, taking away my breath with her intoxicating scent. The image of this scene that was reflected in the mirror above the bed was equally breathtaking.

She slowly started edging me to the point where I was begging Her to make me come. This was right where Mistress Emma wanted me and right where I wanted to be. I held out as long as I could and when I finally couldn't any longer I experienced a heavenly sensation of release.

Getting to come in the presence of and under the watchful eye of  Mistress Emma is an absolute privilege and a divine experience!

Thank you, Mistress Emma, for making this dream of mine come true even better than it was in my head for so long...

I am now once more already longing for the next time I get to offer you my all!