Last Saturday, I had the pleasure of Mistress Emma finding me worthy enough for a second session.
Nervously, I wait for the message from The Mistress that I can ring the bell. Fortunately, I don't have to wait long. My Mistress invited me in at the exact time frame we scheduled. Once Mistress Emma opens the door, I have to gasp for breath. What a beautiful appearance in Her lovely boots that are so high that they extend to her beautiful buttocks, a pair of heels underneath that are so high that the Eiffel Tower in Paris would be jealous of this. The rest of Her stunning body is concealed in a super tight latex outfit. Of course, I have already seen and looked at the pictures of Mistress Emma on the sites in all Her exciting outfits. But to see and hear the Mistress walking in real time in front of you is of a completely different order. I didn't dare blink my eyes so as not to miss anything of this beautiful view.
After a short, very pleasant intake interview, where the Mistress asks again if I still know the "safe words", among other things, it is time to take a shower. Washed and shaved (at home), I wait in the slave position (knees, elbows, wrists, and hands on the ground) for the Mistress.
"Slave," I hear The Mistress say, "I have a very nice surprise for you". I think there comes the terrible punishment because I took off the penis cage prematurely ( I was ordered to wear it for a whole week, but only managed 96 hours in total). The Mistress was absolutely not happy with this, I would find out later. But for now, Mistress Emma has found me worthy and submissive enough to be part of her slave stable. Kneeling in front of the Mistress, I was allowed to read the slave contract. After a number of control questions from the Mistress, I was allowed to sign the contract. Wow, from now on, I am officially owned by Mistress Emma. The most beautiful day of my life.
The day gets even better. I get a leather hood over my head, which is expertly zipped up by The Mistress with a leather lace. A leather blindfold, and I am completely at the mercy of my Mistress. I am expertly tied to the bed with cuffs and I think ropes. I can only breathe. I hear The Mistress walking and getting attributes ready. Now I feel the beautiful body in the latex outfit descend on my body. It's like an angel sits on your belly. I feel and hear a vibrator vibrating against my penis. I want to come right away, but the Mistress knows how to tease so well and estimate what you can take. Begging, asking, shaking, crying, laughing, nothing can convince The Mistress to let me come. This was my first lesson: being able to restrain yourself when the Mistress commands you to.
I felt extreme heat, ice cold, I had been touched, caressed, teased, slapped, and stretched. I had been fried presumably by Her electro kit, and brought back to life by Her soft touch.
After an hour or 2 of teasing(by this point, I had completely lost track of time), the Mistress thought I had had enough fun.
Now I started to find out that The Mistress was not happy with my penis cage action. Still in the leather hood without sight, I felt sharp pain in the balls. I found out later about the small metal clothespins with barbs. AUUUUU now I felt a severe pain in the penis. I screamed in pain. But I only heard The Mistress laugh softly. This is your punishment. The pain became so intense while the Mistress massaged my penis that I thought of using the safe word. As a new slave in the slave stable, you do everything for your Mistress, and fortunately, I was able to persevere. The pain was intense, but the fact that I was allowed to feel your beautiful body against my slave body made up for everything. The blindfold comes off, the leather hood stays on.
Finally, I can see The Mistress again. The Mistress starts talking to me nose to nose. Her words cut right through your soul, those beautiful eyes look directly into your mind. Physically, you are tied up, because of this mind game, you are also mentally completely in the power of your Mistress. "Get up," I hear the Mistress say. I try to get up from the bed as best I can without castrating myself, note that all 20 pegs are still on my balls and penis. When I finally stand, The Mistress loosens the pegs 1 by 1. With every peg that comes loose, I get another shot of pain.
Because The Mistress is satisfied with my performance, I am allowed to worship The Mistress. This is a dream come true for me. Mistress Emma warns me to start at the bottom of the boots and work my way up very slowly. Not directly to body parts that you would prefer to kiss. I start at the bottom of the boots with cushions. The Mistress lies on her stomach on the bed. Left boot. Right boot, the thighs in Latex... Ooo How amazing this part is! Nothing could ever compare to this very moment. I am getting lost... In thoughts, in dreams, in desires! Getting lost in Her power. Her strength, Her magic! I would give my life if only I could stay here forever! Kiss gently and don't miss a spot. The back until I reach the neck. The same route down again. Now the Mistress lies on her back, and I am allowed to kiss and worship the entire front of the perfect body. Again, no spot was missed, from bottom to top and back. The latex, shiny and encouraging. Hugging Her tightly as a glove. Excentuating Her Divine curves. Driving me crazy... Mistress Emma has turned me into a hungry monster! Hungry for Her. The further I go, the more I want. And then the desire turns into a need. Deep need to belong! To be seen! To be accepted and cherished by Her, even just a little bit. To feel her ropes all over me every day of my life! Please Mistress... I would do ANYTHING!
Mistress Emma lies down on her right side and orders me to lie against her. She takes my arm and wraps it around her. There we are, spoon by spoon. I don't know how long we lay like this, in my mind it was still far too short. This could have lasted for me for days.
I have to get up and am secured to the front of the bed. Arms up in arm cuffs, legs apart in the ankle cuffs. There I am handcuffed and fully available to the Mistress. I see the Mistress grab a vibrator and it again slowly goes along my cock. Control yourself and don't you dare come without permission. Of course, permission does not come. Mistress Emma is now bent over in her incredibly beautiful outfit with her ass facing me. I almost break in half to be able to touch Her. Not quite, not quite. If you please, Mistress, if you please. No reaction, just a mean smile. That was another (hard) lesson in being able to hold yourself back for your Mistress.
We are now 4 hours further, and Mistress Emma is in a good mood and thinks I deserve a reward after 4 hours of sweating. I have to lie down on the bed. Mistress Emma sits on my (actually her now owned) body. I feel the boots at my side, and my hands can feel Mistress Emma's heels. This alone is heavenly.
Mistress Emma drives me crazy with a vibrator. I come to a discharge in which more moisture is released than during the volcanic eruption of Vesuvius in 79 BC. The flood of 1953 in Zeeland was nothing compared to this. After I have licked the splashed drops of moisture from Mistress Emma's boots and latex outfit, I can relax with a drink.
We talk for a while, evaluate the session. Fortunately, we both had a great time.
I thought it was a great session, one I've never experienced before. I can't wait for the next one already.
Thank you, Mistress Emma.
Forever yours! Humble slave
