I have admired Mistress Emma for a few years now. First, only online. Following Her almost like a stalker online. Then, my courage grew, and I reached out to Her in a lengthy string of messages. It was almost absurd. I have bottled so many thoughts, so many ideas and plots, that once I approached Her, I couldn’t help myself. And naturally, after a few hours of waiting for a response and being ignored, I already told myself - There, you had one chance, and you blew it! Of course Woman like Her won’t take some of Her time to sit down and read through your never-ending tirade! And when I had already lost hope - There it was! The answer I so desperately desired. Weirdly enough, as soon as I saw where it was coming from, I froze. Is it true?
Is She really in contact with me? Would She encourage my mind further? I expected a date and time and a reference to Mistress Emma's address. But the message was rather different. Polite, yet collected. The message was short, and it contained just the absolutely necessary information. I was invited to have an online chat first, where we would be discussing my ideas further, and I would get to see Mistress Emma’s outlook on those matters. Further, I was told, if we both feel we are a match, we can schedule our first session together. That short message made my head spin. My biggest dream was coming through, but given my earlier thoughts and fears, I decided to mirror Mistress Emma's behaviour, to stop spamming Her and to show Her that I clearly accept Her to lead the way.
Mistress Emma agreed to have the chat the next day, since She explained She had just come home from Her studio and was done for the day.
That night, I was restless. A whole bunch of ideas came to me, and I didn’t get a wink of sleep. The next day, early morning, I reached out to Mistress Emma and informed Her that I will be ready when She is. 10 minutes later, we were already talking on video. And sure enough, Mistress Emma is absolutely stunning. Her penetrating eyes firmly fixed on me, while She sits comfortably on Her throne! Her dominance, subtle yet very noticeable, hung in the air. Mistress Emma cared herself out with a supreme sense of superiority, and one can’t help but find oneself absorbed by Her magic.
All at once, Mistress Emma managed to put me firmly on my knees, and ensured to keep me there for the entire duration of our chats (2 sessions of 3 hours each - early morning and late that evening after She returned home from Her studio), but also Mistress Emma did this with such ease. And I felt it came to me most naturally. As if I must remain there. Simply as if this was the expectation, but also my most secret desire. After the formalities were said and the expectations were placed upon me, and made crystal clear, we began discussing my ideas. And to my surprise, Mistress Emma was not only listening carefully to every word I said, but She was also actively participating. I would begin telling Her about a fantasy I wish to play out, and soon enough, Mistress Emma will pitch in, upgrading it, implying Her own twist, and leveling it up much higher than I could ever come to think of.
If I had a question regarding a toy or an experience, the Wicked lady that Mistress Emma is... She would hang up. I would come to think I have upset Her or offended Her somehow, just to receive a picture of exactly what I asked for, being done of one of Her victims. With all the appropriate traces, scares, or consequences that such a tool could bring. And as I was observing the photo, studying it, and trying to imagine this being done to me, Mistress Emma will call again and mock me, asking if perhaps that would be what I mean. I, intrigued, will simply manage to say wow, but my muse will carry on further suggesting further improvements, and then hang up again, so She could treat me to yet another one of Her masterpieces, this one even more sophisticated than the first one.
On that day, not only did Mistress Emma capture my mind, She managed to make a permanent desperate slave out of me, in just a matter of a few hours. Once it was lunch time, Mistress Emma announced She was due to head for Her studio. No amount of pleading would be taken into account by Her, since She simply announced - I am booked this afternoon, all the way till the evening. If you need more, you have to wait until I am back. The best I could do was to book Her immediately upon Her arrival back at home. The evening encounter was even more fruitful than the morning one. Every thought of mine, every word was taken by Mistress Emma and developed into a wild game, which I needed to experience. In all fairness, Mistress Emma made one thing clear to me - Whatever you promise me today, I will make you undergo in the coming months.
No matter how bizarre or out of reach it might seem to you. And since I was already deep under Her influence, not only did I display my most intricate desires... I foolishly agreed to any proposal that came my way. The only thing I knew for sure was this - I needed to serve this wild creature. At any cost!
Our first session was scheduled a week after our first online encounter. And in the days leading up to it, I managed to persuade Mistress Emma to give me a good amount of Her time and attention over video calls. I must admit, I was eager to see Her every day, and if She couldn’t accommodate me, I would feel as if the very world was ending and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was growing addicted to Her sultry voice and Her (what I thought at the time was merely) wild imagination.
Mistress Emma is simply a creature out of this world! Such a tiny little lady. Moving around with finesse as if she came right from another universe. So accommodating and nurturing, yet at the same time Her eyes made sure you know your place. The moment you make the wrong move or as much as you give Her a wrong look, She might skin you alive. Mistress Emma made me feel safer and more understood, made my soul feel naked with such ease. All the same, She made me terrified by Her abilities. Terrified by Her to my very core. Her allure is fully present. Mistress Emma made me beg to serve Her and even as I did so, She would let me know She would think about it and let my mind spiral. Would She take me in? How can I persuade Her to agree to a meeting?
When can I see Her in person? Would I be good enough by Her standard? Eager to please and to prove myself, I kept offering Her ideas, each new one wilder than the last. More severe, more advanced. Until Mistress Emma finally gave me what I wanted! Our live session was planned, and I was welcomed! The date picked, the address received. Did this put me at ease? Quite the opposite! Now that I have received my chance, I knew I would either impress Her or I would be dropped! Kicked out and blocked for good! Mistress Emma Had made that very clear.
YOU HAVE ONE CHANCE, SLAVE! BETTER MAKE IT COUNT, OR THERE WON’T BE ANOTHER!
I arrived at Mistress Emma’s address a whole hour earlier - I couldn’t afford to make Her wait a minute, and treated myself to a cup of coffee whilst I waited.
Perhaps not the best idea, I admit, to fuel yourself full of caffeine, right before you meet your muse! Once it was 12:30, I rang the doorbell, and I was greeted by the lovely Mistress Emma and led to Her Dungeon. And I truly mean Dungeon. A spacious playroom underground! Wow, I thought, Mistress Emma was not exaggerating at all. That simple thought both excited me greatly and terrified me. Because it showcased immediately that the chances of me getting through a great deal today are rather large!
Mistress Emma offered me a drink and sat me down for our intake. There I was informed, She will allow me the use of 3 safe words today, but the trick was - I could only use them once, before they loose it’s meaning. This is somewhat scary when you know you have 8 hours long session with a sadist at heart.
But nothing to be done there. Further, I was thoroughly asked about my medical history. That questioning brought an extra amount of excitement mixed with very real fear, since it showcased that Mistress Emma was very carefully evaluating what was physically manageable that day. Lastly, I was given a very small chastity cage and shown to the shower. I was ordered to prepare and to put on the cage and not to return until I have managed to do so. I had a padlock, but no key. Just for a second, the thought of discussing my future freedom crossed my mind. But given Mistress Emma is not the kind of lady you wish to bother with your own insecurities, I abandoned the idea of questioning Her plans. The shower was pleasant, but the task of locking up a very small chastity, especially after you have just laid your eyes upon and conversed with Mistress Emma, was close to impossible.
Fortunately, Mistress Emma had already foreseen that trouble ahead and had cautioned me not to dare show my nose out of the bathroom until the task is done. After a few futile attempts on my part, I asked if Mistress Emma could supply me with some ice cubes. The wise Mistress had those already in the dungeon and happily handed me a bowl filled with it. I will spare you the details of how that was used and will simply point out that it offered exactly what was needed to see my first mission accomplished. Once locked, I paraded out of the bathroom quite satisfied with my accomplishment. Perhaps due to my triumph, I had foolishly forgotten the proper protocol. But Mistress Emma hasn’t. As I found Her sitting and proceeded to walk towards Her, Mistress Emma’s fury was quite clear. Her eyes - fireballs. Her tone was rather demanding:
YOU ARE GETTING DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO GETTING KICKED OUT OF HERE, BEFORE I HAVE EVEN BEGUN WITH YOU! THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG! FIX IT, OR I WILL!
THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG!
Of course! I knelt immediately. - Apologies, My Goddess! I was so excited! I made a mistake, please forgive me!
YOU WILL MAKE IT UP TO ME, AND THEN PERHAPS I WILL CONSIDER GIVING YOU MY FORGIVENESS. THIS IS YOUR FIRST MISTAKE. MAKE 2 MORE, AND YOU WILL BE BANNED FOREVER!
- Yes, Mistress! I will do my best from now on! I solemnly swear!
WERY WELL. NOW YOU WILL HEAD UPSTAIRS, STRAIGHT TO THE KITCHEN. THERE YOU WILL PREPARE A CUP OF CAPPUCCINO FOR ME, A LOT OF MILK, NO SUGAR. THEN YOU WILL CARRY IT ON A TRAY DOWNSTAIRS FOR ME. NEXT YOU WILL ASSUME A YOUR POSSITION AS MY COFFEE TABLE. YOU WILL REMAIN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME ON ALL FOURS. REMAINING EXTREMELY STEEL. JUST A BREATH AWAY FROM MY EXTEREME HEELS! YET - YOU WON'T TOUCH THEM AT ALL. NOT YET! NOT MOVING A MUSCLE. IF YOU MOVE AND SPILL MY COFFEE, ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE! I WILL SKIN YOU ALIVE AND MAKE A BODY BAG OUT OF YOUR SKIN! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?
Yes, Mistress! Extremely clear! I hurried upstairs. A cappuccino, no sugar, a lot of milk, remember - no sugar, a lot of milk. Skin me alive! Don’t touch the boots! But how does one remain still when his biggest fetish is dangled right under one’s nose? Remain focused! Cappuccino is ready. I head down the stairs. Replaying Mistress Emma’s words over and over again. Prepare a cappuccino, bring it downstairs on a tray. I am missing the tray. I head back towards the kitchen. Terrified that it almost cost me my dear skin. I WILL MAKE A BODY BAG OUT OF YOUR SKIN! Nope, not today! Not if I can help it! Now equipped with the tray, I head downstairs once more. Just before entering, I replay all of Mistress Emma’s words carefully once more. Better safe than sorry. All seems to be in place. All except my self-control.
The last one is rather questionable. But given the thread pointed towards me, I have a reasonable amount of faith in my own abilities. I'd better! One last deep breath, and I enter. Mistress Emma observes me quietly. I can tell She is paying attention to every breath I take, every movement. It’s essential I execute this right, or She leaves no doubt in my mind - She will come for me, and She will get me and destroy me. Coffee is served. I assume my coffee table position, and the warm cup is placed atop me. Mistress Emma is sipping Her coffee. Her wonderful 30cm high heeled booth gently moves in the air. As if inviting me to care for it. This booth is made to be worshiped and adored! It's made to be admired, not simply to be watched! Why is Mistress Emma so cruel to me?
Then I remember Her own words faintly
I WILL MAKE YOU BEG FOR EVERY LITTLE THING YOU EVER RECEIVE FROM ME! NATURALLY, I WILL PLAY WITH YOUR HEAD LONG BEFORE I LAY A HAND OVER YOUR BODY!
Certainly, at the time, those words sounded rather bold. Now I can feel their full weight on me. As I was admiring Mistress Emma’s boots, the thought occurred to me that I was forbidden from moving a muscle, but I was not forbidden from talking! I said Her name, and then, as no protest came of it, I proceeded to inquire if I could worship those stunning booths once Mistress Emma had finished Her coffee.
THERE MIGHT BE A CHANCE FOR YOU TO DO SO, BUT FIRST I WOULD NEED YOU TO PROVE YOURSELF WORTHY OF THAT TASK!
Mistress Emma replied. Her voice was soft as cotton. Anything for you, my Goddess!
I whispered, lured by Her beauty! Next, Mistress Emma put me on my knees. Cuffed me with ankle and wrist metal cuffs, attached them to a metal chain, and lastly, She put a full face leather mask covering my head firmly. Once satisfied with the finished look, Mistress Emma ordered me up, and I could hear the clinging on metal, but due to the mask, I couldn’t see a thing. Then I was ordered to take it. Take what? Surely it can’t be what I think it is, could it? I didn’t have to guess long, because the first crack of the whip came down, burning its way on my flesh! Just like that.
Out of the blue! With such force. A scream escaped my lips, but that was well muffled underneath my mask. And then another one, and another... and another. I had plenty of room to move and try to escape it, but it didn’t do me much good, since I couldn’t see anything.
There locked in the dark, with a wild woman behind me! Carrying on and on. At one point, Mistress Emma stopped. I was anticipating the next crack, but it wasn’t coming. After a few moments, I begin to relax. Perhaps that was it? Maybe Mistress Emma had had enough? Perhaps now I can get my reward? If only I were so lucky... The next crack of the whip woke me right up and put me back on the ground, far away from my blissful hopes. This time, though, the whip was different. Way more painful. Meaner. Harder on me. I won’t be able to take much of that one, I thought. But Mistress Emma seemed amused. And She carried on and on. Taunting me. Threatening...and then true to Her nature, delivering full speed! I did my best, but I regretfully admit - I used my first safe word! Red, I screamed at the top of my lungs! Mistress Emma stopped immediately. I was untied and my mask removed.
Then, as Mistress Emma looked deep in my eyes, She said
YOU SAVED YOUR OWN SKIN, BUT YOU ARE ALSO DOWN ONE SAFE WORD! BETTER BE CAREFUL WITH THE REMAINING TWO! YOU DON’T WANT TO USE THEM TOO EARLY AND TO LEAVE YOURSELF WITH NO WAY OUT. TAKE MY WORD FOR IT!
That simple statement terrified me. I was well aware of all the possibilities discussed beforehand. None of them really easy going on me, and I had no doubt that once I run out of exits, Mistress Emma won’t have any mercy for me. Much as I wished to think I can stay strong, I know now firsthand how determined Mistress Emma can be, and I have no doubt, if She wishes to break me, She will!
Next, I was placed on a stretching table. My ankles were placed in a wooden contraption and locked in place. Then my hands were handcuffed and hooked to a steel cord. And before I knew it, Mistress Emma started to stretch me out
Not too much at first. But the worst is still to come, I anticipated. And at the worst possible moment, to add to that. Next, Mistress Emma showed me a devilish toy and provided me with the guidelines of our next adventure. I was to be teased with this tool, all the while still remaining in chastity. If I withstand it successfully ( that means with no orgasm), as a reward, my cage will be removed. Was I to cum under this stimulus... My cage was to remain in place for the next full month! This is lunacy! I won’t manage that! I told Mistress Emma that much, but Mistress Emma seemed even more amused. You better, She cheered! And the game begins. The vibrator was mean and teasing, and I was struggling a great deal. To add to that, Mistress Emma’s looks did not help my situation a single bit. Her stunning leather corset, perfectly outlining Her wonderful, fit body, was driving me crazy.
I tried to close my eyes, but the view of Mistress Emma’s stunning boots appeared. Even more of a tease! How do you help yourself in such situations? Is there a way to stop yourself? To delay the inevitable? Could you remain somewhat within the borders Mistress Emma outlined for you? Or is this yet another one of Her tricks? How long will this carry on for? I won’t be able to resist forever. Infact not for much longer at all. As if Mistress Emma read my mind, the toy stopped. Despite my desire to have myself back to the safe and sound ( as much as this is possible with Mistress Emma being near you), once the toy stopped, I found myself desiring it badly. Luckily for me (or perhaps not so much), Mistress Emma had only stopped it so She could stretch me even further.
Before resuming Her previous position and playing with my mind even more! This time the thread was even more prominent, since the vibrator was operating at a much higher speed than before. And to add to that, Mistress Emma was now reminiscing about the ideas previously discussed over the video calls. Almost as if talking to Herself. As if deciding out loud, what should She enjoys most! But unlike our video calls, I was not given the vote this time. With every next suggestion, Mistress Emma’s eyes were shining brighter and brighter! And my fear was growing proportionally. I was in mere agony, trying to hold myself back, and Mistress Emma was enjoying this process. But essentially, I needed to beg for mercy. I was getting closer and closer, and knew all too well that I won’t go much further. Not without a huge mistake on my part, done anyway.
My second for the day. I was already considering using my second safe word, just because I saw no other way around it, when Mistress Emma asked me
ARE YOU SURE YOU NEED ME TO STOP?
Doubt absorbed me. No, I don’t want you to. But also yes, I need you to in order... No, I enjoy this way too much...Yes, in fact, if you don’t, I would...
ARE YOU?
Mistress Emma insisted. Yes, Mistress, please, Mistress! I should have known that this offer was too good to be true. Was too convenient. Melious somehow. But I was desperate. My mind was clouded. I was tricked.
Mistress Emma put the toy down. Then She showed me the key for my own chastity and started toying with it. It was at this point that I truly begged, and begged, and pleaded! I offered myself in Her service forever. I pledged my allegiance to her!
I offered my body and mind.Then I offered my services both inside and outside Her dungeon. Fuerther I offered whatever came to mind, whilst Mistress Emma kept playing with my key... Her key... Finally, I made an offer that Mistress Emma quite liked and took me up on it. Subsequently, my chastity was removed. Freedom, at last, I moaned.
But that freedom was rather short-lived. Mistress Emma, looking straight in my eyes, asked me:
DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR FASCINATION WITH THE SADO TOYS PICTURE I SHOWED YOU?
- Yes, Mistress! I mufled. And there it was. The ballscrasher first. Mistress Emma took Her time opening both knobs in front of my eyes, explaining to me where She will put it and exactly what She would do with it. Then my balls were tied up with an elastic band, and the cruel contraption was firmly placed, crushing both balls at once. Then ever so slowly, Mistress Emma began toying with the knobs.
Closing it further and further. The sharpness of the needles, crashing my balls, was mixed with Mistress Emma’s voice, warm and inviting. Almost chanting, both encouraging me to go further and making me realize clearly that whether I like it or not is of little matter right this moment. Because She will carry on no matter what. Once the contraption was fastened to the max, Mistress Emma smiled and asked me:
SHOWLD WE REALLY GET TO PLAY NOW? ARE YOU READY TO LEVEL UP? LET THE FUN BEGIN?
And without waiting for my answer, She took the vibrator and placed it atop the sado toy! I could feel electric impulses without the use of an electro kit! My entire body was convulsing. I was in pain but also unbelievably excited. I moaned loudly and ground my teeth. Mistress Emma carried on with that exercise for a while, before once again She wanted to level up.
I saw the devilish grin on Her face, and I knew I was in trouble. Whatever was coming my way must be extreme if my Mistress is smiling like that. Mistress Emma went to Her trolley and returned a minute later. Then I felt a silicone sleeve implemented in my penis, and immediately I felt warmth. As Mistress Emma moved the sleeve up and down, the warmth transformed into a burning sensation. Then I was blindfolded, and the sleeve was removed. Just to be replaced with what I believed at the time to be a hot metal run up and down my cock. I was screaming in pain and fear. I know Mistress Emma showed me how She skinned the balls of a slave of Hers and I distinctly remember being fascinated by that fact and by the photo itself. Was She doing it to me now? Would She burn my skin off? The possibility sent me into a panic mode, and soon enough, I shouted yellow!
Mistress Emma, clearly understanding very well the entire situation, reading my mind as an open book, removed the blindfold with one hand, as She was still applying the hot massage on my private parts. There was no hot metal, as I estimated. There was, however infrared vibrator which was gleaming red and running up and down on me. There was no skin burning. I had all my skin just where it should be. It wasn’t even red or irritated. I was perfectly fine. Just my mind was playing a trick on me. Mistress Emma gave me the time to evaluate the situation as She was carrying on exactly what She was doing before. Then I heard her voice:
I GOT YOU HERE, DIDN’T I? I BET YOU WERE SURE I WAS SKINNING YOU, RIGHT? NOT TODAY, I AM AFRAID. PERHAPS IN THE FUTURE THOUGH...
I admitted it immediately. I wondered how is She always a few steps ahead of me?
How does She menages to read me so sufficiently? Next came the remaining sado toys. A silicone ring was placed on the base of my cock, followed by the spiked sado ring, followed by another silicone ring, followed by the second sado ring, followed by a silicone ring, followed by a smaller, meaner hand-adjusting sado ring. Once all was set in place and ready, Mistress Emma turned on the first silicone vibrator. That was mean and gave me instant erection, which subsequently made the numerous spikes on the sado toys embed themselves all over my rather delicate skin. Pain and pleasure were constantly fighting in my head and in every cell of my body. It was like Mistress Emma was rewriting my body’s natural reactions and fastening every impulse every thought, every desire to goes through her first. I don’t believe I have felt that confused ever in my life before.
So lightheaded... so intensely focused and yet in such a haze! And then one particular phrase Mistress Emma said to me happened to appear like a bell in my ears:
I AM NOT MADE FOR THE FAINT OF HEART! I AM HIGHLY ADDICTIVE! PROCEED WITH CAUTION AND AT YOUR OWN RISK!
For some reason, I kept hearing this phrase over and over again, finally understanding every word. I have been cautioned. I took my chance, and here I am now. Simply a fly in Her net. And She seems to feast on me however She pleases. Once the sensation started to wear off slightly, Mistress Emma turned on the second vibrating cock ring, and here I went again. The pain is everywhere. Mistress Emma’s laughter echoes in my ears. The clinking of those Divine heels all around me... Would I be strong enough to endure it all? Would I deserve to kneel before Her and finally worship those beauties? Could I prove myself worthy? Mistress Emma paid attention.
To every breath, every gesture. As soon as the sensation lowered ever so slightly, the last silicone ring was turned on. I was shaking vigorously! Such a wild experience! Mistress Emma blurred the lines of pain and pleasure until they became one. And as if that was not enough, She took the infrared vibrator and teased just the top of my cock to extra heat. I guess just as I believe this is the wildest experience I have ever had, Mistress Emma smiles and adds yet another layer to it. Occasionally She will state:
I WANT MORE, SLAVE! GIVE ME MORE!
And as I struggle to imagine what more could there possibly be, Mistress Emma, resourceful as ever, finds that extra spice, adds it, enjoys, and then demands even more. I must have been on that table for hours, yet every step on the way was deliberate. Measured.
Considered. Everything comes in the exact moment when it is needed. Not too soon, to rush me. I had enough time to feel everything properly. But also not too late, so the momentum is undoubtedly lost. Beneath the cruel mask of Mistress Emma lies a real psychologist who coldbloodedly evaluates your entire being and, with a surgical pressigion carry out most elaborate games, curated entirely to satisfy the private dynamic of you and Her. I have never experienced such a deep, powerful, intense session!
As the tension kept growing, Mistress Emma asked me:
ARE YOU READY FOR MY BOOTS? DO YOU DESIRE TO FEEL THEM? HOLD THEM IN YOUR HANDS? GIVE THEM A LITTLE KISS? LICK THEIR SOLES? SHINE THEM BRINGT?
I long for them, Mistress! I blurted! And there I went again. Begging, pleading, bargaining! Mistress Emma knows how to get anything She wants out of you! She won't order it!
That will be too boring, almost banal. Instead She elevates you higher than you have ever been before, and once you reach that state of mind, you will not only offer Her the moon and the sun and the entire Solar system, but you will end up begging Her to accept it as your humble offer! This is a very mind - twisted Lady that knows how to play both with your mind and body at once and make you lose sense of everything but Her. Next, Mistress Emma climbed atop of me, sitting on my belly and taunting me with those boots. She made them swim in the air above my head. Crisscrossed Her long legs. Then caressed my face with Her mule and Her heel. I was in agony, but agonizing from pleasure. The ultimate seductress. I kept pleading. And She kept teasing. Contemplating offering me the ultimate pleasure of taking care of those boots of Hers... or perhaps leaving this reward for the next time!
My heart skipped a beat! No, please don’t be that cruel! I humbly beg! I need them! I will take good care of them! I promise I will be forever yours...Just let me feel them!
VERY WELL, I WILL UNTIE YOU, REMOVE ALL TOYS AND ALLOW YOU THE PLEASURE OF WORSHIPPING MY BOOTS... IF I PUT AND KEEP YOU IN CHASTITY FOR 3 WEEKS!
But I have never done that before, I pointed out.
THIS IS MY LAST OFFER, SLAVE! TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT!
I took it. Then and there. True to Her word, Mistress Emma stepped down, set me free, and applied a different chastity cage this time, with a slightly bigger sleeve. And then She said the most wonderful words I have ever heard:
WORSHIP MY BOOTS...
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