I have known Mistress Emma for approximately five years. We can both be wild when we play; we have this chemistry that’s hard to explain. It’s like magic. A pull and push sort of thing. We ride on the same wave lengts i suppose. Whether it is a hardcore, challenging extreme session we have in mind, or rather easy going, yet extremely intense game that gets developed way further than I have expected - Mistress Emma never disappoints!

And our last session was the perfect example of that.

Mistress Emma was abroad on 3 months long vacation, so I had to wait quite some time before I could meet her again. But while abroad, my Goddess was kind enough to provide me with daily assignments, which you best believe kept me occupied and kept my mind racing.

Every day, I would wake up to my new task and would have a limited time-frame to both perform and provide clear proof of action. Some of my tasks were really exciting, whereas others were... challenging to the verge of barely possible. But this is precisely what kept me on the edge all this time. Mistress Emma made sure I had my time to better prepare for our next session, and not only that. I misbehaved slightly during our last live encounter, and by the end, Mistress Emma announced that next time we meet, it will be for a hardcore punishment. Just to make sure I never forget to stay in my lane. And even though I would ask Her often on Her vacation time what She had in store for me for our next session - Mistress Emma remained tight-lipped.

The only clue I had was that the online assignments I receive daily will prepare me more or less for what is coming. But they where so many... And so different from one another. My curiosity grows, yet by now I know better than to argue or question My Mistress. Once Mistress Emma planed Her trip back to the Netherlands, I demanded that I be the first one She sees. Mistress took a day to reply. Yet the answer was way better than I could have ever imagined. Mistress Emma provided me with a detailed list of Her demands:

1. Come to pick me up from Schiphol at cpetified date and time
2. Drive me to my nail salon, so I can get my nails done
3. Deliver me at my house, drop me off, unload my suitcase, and unpack it
4. Head for the grosserie store. I have not been in my apartment for 3 months, and I need my fridge full
5. Clean my entire house. Vacuum, change linens, and prepare a bubble bath for me. Do the laundry after I am done with my bath

I could not believe my luck! Mistress Emma has never let me that close to Her, even though on more than one occasion I offered my services in one way or another. I confirmed and thanked Her, and excitedly went on to execute all the tasks received. At the airport My lovely Mistress looked glamorous as per usual. Long feral coat, extremely high leather boots. Hair up, make up light yet showcasing her beautiful eyes. Those amazing almond-shaped eyes... I often get lost in them...Mistress Emma walked with Her head up like She owner the place. Yet, those who have already met Her know this is nothing new for Her. Once I saw Her, I hurried up and greeted Her. Mistress Emma gave me a kiss on the cheek and greeted me back. I escorted her to my car like a humble servant that I was.

She provided the address to the nail salon, and I drove there. Once we arrived, I was ordered to wait patiently in the car, which I did. About 90 minutes later, Mistress Emma emerged. I opened the door for Her, and delivered Her to Her home. And sure enough, I was ordered to unload and unpack Mistress Emma’s suitcase. Right after that, I was given a list with groceries and ordered to prepare a hot bubble bath and head to the supermarket. Some of the things on Her list required me to visit a farmer’s market. It took me almost 2 hours to get it all done and return.

Once I rang the doorbell, Mistress Emma welcomed me into her Domain, waited for me to take care of the grosseries, ordered me to dry Her wonderful, freshly washed hair, and once done with that, I was made to vacuum Her entire house. Polish all Her shoes ( Mistress Emma owns an amazing collection of boots, pumps, stilettos, sandals, etc. It’s well over 300 pairs, so it took a long while, and I was through in my task). Upon completing it, Mistress Emma handed me a few sealed envelopes and sent me on my way with a clear instruction: keep your phone with you at all times and open the envelopes in their respective order only when I demand so( the envelopes had numbers on them, so I won’t mistake them). I headed home, and shortly after I arrived, I received my mistress’s first message:

Open envelope #1! In it, I found a note:

Make sure you have your weekend free. We have plans!

That was all. Not a question whether or not I was available. Not a request to play again. Not even an estimate of how long a session the Mistress requires. Plain and simple. Make yourself available for me. And sure enough, that’s exactly what I did. Early next morning, my phone woke me up with yet another message from Mistress Emma:

Open envelope #2!

Pretty much the same content. A little note that said:

You are expected at this address to pick up a torture tool; you will have the honor to try out first this weekend. Get in, say my name, collect the goods, and have a peek in the box if you dare! Followed by an address about 50 kilometers from my house.

Needless to say, my curiosity took the better of me, and I headed there this same afternoon. The store I find myself in was rather small and full of vintage leather gear. Some fetish clothing, and whips... Plenty of whips. All handmade. Every one of them is so beautiful. Now I already knew what I would find in that box... or so I thought. As soon as I mentioned Mistress Emma’s name, I was handed a beautifully packaged small box and wished Good luck! I suppose I really needed it. On my way home, all I could think of was what’s in the box? A leather whip? A velvet one? Perhaps a bull whip... if I know Mistress Emma well enough, I know what I had for Her would be mean, extraordinary, beautiful, yet painful. Just like Her.

I desperately wanted to open the box and peek inside, but I knew I would impress Her if I managed not to, so I prevailed.

That same day, late afternoon, I was ordered by Mistress Emma to open envelope #3. The note in it was simple:

Come to my studio immediately!

I thought we were going to play this weekend, and it was only Thursday when I got the message, yet I jumped into my car and drove to Her. Wild with excitement, I rang the doorbell and was met with my stunning latex Goddess. Mistress Emma welcomed me inside, set me down, and teased me with Her stunning looks. Allowed me to worship Her thigh-high boots ( main fetish for me), then ordered me to strip and... Put a chastity cage on me.

Locked it firmly, smiled, and sent me home. I was the happiest and at the same time the most agitated man in the world at this point, but what use was arguing? I had just one more envelope in my possession and had no clue what was in it. But knowing my twisted Mistress, I knew it would be yet another wild surprise. Friday midday, I finally got the message I was eagerly waiting for:

Open envelope #4

The contents were an internet address. I put it on Google and found a specially curated page of pictures of Mistress Emma from some of our previous sessions, as well as some new pics of Her I have never seen before. Every picture had a small note attached to it. A personal challenge, if you will. Now I fully understand why my cruel Devil locked me in.

That made the challenges even more twisted. Yet I performed each one and send prove, which given Mistress Emma’s responses - She enjoyed thoroughly.

And finally - the day has come. It was Saturday, 8:00, when my Mistress ordered me to the shower, and insisted I shave properly. At 9:00, I was ordered to make my way to Her Domain. At 9:45, I was already at the front door. Mistress Emma welcomed me. I was eager to play and please Her, but also really hoping to be set free of my cage. So I negotiated my way through this. Mistress Emma agreed to set me free of it... If I am able to withstand 100 hits with the gift I picked up from Her. Damn it!

Now I wish I had peeked into that box, so I would have known what I was getting myself into, but I guess I had my time and didn’t use it to my abilities. Nevertheless, Mistress Emma was really pleased with my self-restraint. She even praised me for it, so I suppose it was worth it! Since we had a hardcore session ahead of us, the first order of business was for me to get tight up properly, as Mistress Emma calls it. Then She warmed me up with a velvet whip. Nothing I can’t handle. It was actually nice, having Her walk around me, parading with the whip, which comes like a natural extension to Her lovely hand. A lovely image I will cherish for the rest of my life. Once Mistress Emma deemed me warmed up, She upgraded to a leather whip. Much firmer.

And much stronger. Naturally, way more painful, yet still bearable. After a while, though, Mistress Emma upgraded to the bullwhip. This one I hate. It’s a Devil’s whip, and my lovely Mistress knows that rather well. But is She bothered? I have never seen Mistress Emma bothered. She knows what She wants, and She always finds a way to get it, no matter what. This day was no exception. After She marked me pretty well, Mistress Emma announced that we are now ready to unpack and enjoy the latest addition to Her ever growing collection. Then She brought the still unopened box I handed over at the beginning of our session and took a box knife. Just that very image terrified me. Even cotton seems like a weapon in Mistress Emma’s hands. So having Her so close to me while fully immobilized with a box cutter?

This was something that made my heart skip a beat. Mistress Emma saw the fear in my eyes and smiled. Then come dangerously close to me and played with the box cutter, touching my cheek with it. Mistress Emma loves to play with my fear way more than she ever does with my body.

WHAT’S THE MATTER, SLAVE? YOU ARE SWEATING PROFUSELY! ARE YOU TOO HOT? SHOULD I LOWER THE HEATING?

The glimmer in Her eyes! The naughty smile on Her face as She said that...Mistress Emma fucking my mind intensely over and over. My weakness when in Her company... Under any other circumstance, I would have cut it off right here, right now, but with Her... there is something unspoken. Impossible to explain. Her allure, Her abilities to control me and to demand more play just fine with my need to give Her my all and a little more!

And my adventure doesn’t end here. Just you wait!

Upon opening the box, Mistress Emma showed me a rubber whip. Tick long rubber. It looked mad, and the amount of pain it could inflict on you is nothing I have ever experienced before. But to simply use it on me was somehow not enough for Her. Mistress Emma taunted me with it. Showcased it before me. Let me feel the cold rubber against my bare skin. Then proceeded further to explain in graphic detail Her plans for me. Where would She start? How hard would She hit again and again and again? Mistress Emma promised to draw blood today, or to keep me there until I am ready to offer Her the sacrifice She demands. And once She was finished explaining Her plans, I was lost. I was terrified, I was week and I was in real trouble.

But then She offered me a way out. She offered to get to use that whip and lay it all on me on stages during the course of our upcoming sessions. The catch? I keep the chastity until I provide the results She demands! What do you say to that? I am not the one to be locked. I can be ordered what to and what not to do. I can be sent to perform long-distance goals for Her. Naturally, I am willing to suffer and handle outrages amount of pain, but being locked up simply drives me crazy. And not the good kind. So I agreed to give Her a free hand. After all, Mistress Emma is a true artist. Who am I to stand in Her way? The second I mumbled my decision, Mistress Emma began. The rubber whip danced all over my body.

In a quick succession, then just a few seconds of rest. Then She picked another spot. The whips heavy and precise. The pain - excruciating at first, until at one point I became numb. I kid you not. I just became numb. I could hear the whip hitting my bare skin. The voice of Mistress Emma echoed in my ears like a ringing bell. I could see Her smile, growing bigger and bigger. I could see Her dancing away with Her whip. Yet I felt absolutely nothing anymore. It was a wild experience, like I was there tight to that bench and yet at the same time I was sitting across the room on a comfy chair and was just watching it all unfold right before my very eyes. It was truly mesmerising. I have no idea how long this carry on.

Nor do I know what went through Mistress Emma’s head as She was going on and on like a wild animal that has finally been allowed to feast. I am not sure if I lost consciousness or if I simply do not recall when I was being released from the bench and set to rest. My first recollection after the wild whipping was Mistress Emma sitting on Her throne right before me with that monstrous whip still in Her hand. I lifted my head just enough to see the chastity still on. Mistress Emma stood up, brought me a glass of iced water, and stated - YOU DID WELL, SLAVE! THIS WAS ALRIGHT!

Alright? I barely survived! I lost all sensitivity all over my body! I am bleeding from my bottom! My head is spinning! I have never experienced a session so severe, and my Mistress deems it all right?

What does a slave have to do to be praised as wonderful, unique, amazing, then? I wanted to impress Her, yet Mistress Emma seems eager for more?!

And then Mistress Emma looked deep in my eyes. Not a stare, rather a gentle, intimate look that melted my anger and confusion away. Just by looking at me, smiling, touching the wounds on my skin, Mistress Emma made it all great, safe, and wonderful. Her wonderland is not for everyone, I keep reminding myself. Ever so thoughtful, Mistress Emma asked how I was feeling. Very tired, Mistress, I mumbled. Voice barely escaping my dry lips. And then smile. And a naughty question - SHOULD I SHOW YOU THERE IS STILL SOME STRENGTH LEFT IN YOU, SLAVE? OR SHOULD I LEAVE YOU HERE AT YOUR MOST VULNERABLE?

Show me, Mistress!

WORSHIP MY BOOTS, MY STUNNING LATEX ATTIRE! WORSHIP ME AND THANK ME FOR MY KINDNESS TODAY, SLAVE!

And just like that - like I was under some spell, I lifted my wounded body, stood up, kneeled down and began worshipping. With every second, my strength returns to me. Every kiss I laid on Mistress Emma’s wonderful boots made me remember. Making me see how desperately I want to please Her. To make Her proud. To prove myself worthy. Every touch resurrects me and makes me hungry for more. And then the key to my chastity was shown to me. Mistress Emma teased me with it and ultimately used it. And no, this is still not the end. I had one last cruel mind fucking task. As soon as the chastity came off, Mistress Emma looked me straight in the eyes and said loud and clear:

YOU HAVE HAD ENOUGH FOR TODAY. NOW YOU ARE TO TAKE A SHOWER AND HEAD HOME. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PLAY WITH YOURSELF FOR THE NEXT 5 DAYS. FOCUS ON HEALING INSTEAD!

And just like that, I was utterly confused, alerted, teased, and ultimately put in my place!

Mistress Emma, You are the queen of tease, the queen of pain and horror, but most of all, You are my QUEEN!

Forever yours!