The tears of ecstasy

A few days before the session, you told me you wanted to train me, and I knew we'd have to talk about terms. I was therefore expecting an important conversation, which had already activated my nerves enormously, and I was under tension even before I left to meet you.

Not to ease the tension, a succession of transport problems meant I arrived late. I was ashamed, I'd been running and I was sweating. Fortunately, you welcomed me with your smile, without making me feel any guiltier for what I was already feeling. I really appreciate your kindness, and I'd do anything to make sure it didn't happen again. Not only is it disrespectful, but I'd rather wait a few minutes downstairs, breathe and calm down than run home.

 It all started with a nice chat while I prepared the flowers I'd brought you, and then I had to light the candles scattered around your apartment. It was overwhelming, because I could see all the toys you'd laid out everywhere, and I wondered what sauce I was going to be eaten with. I was instructed to count the candles, and on top of that you were talking to me about dieting, so I was too upset to do everything at once. I'm only a man, Madame, I can only do one thing at a time!

You asked me to pour you a glass of water and allowed me to pour another for myself. You made me sit at your feet. We chatted and I must admit it did me a world of good, because I was able to calm down a little. I have to tell you that I feel really good at your feet, and I'm starting to realize that I feel good in the role of your doggie. So I feel at home at your feet.

 You ordered me to kiss your feet, wearing pretty new shoes. I took pleasure in doing it, finding it a nice way to show you my love and devotion. You told me it would be part of my protocol from now on, which is fine by me. I'd love to be able to kiss your feet every time we meet (session or not), not so long of course, and probably not in public (although... I'd happily do it in public too).

Anyway, I closed my eyes to better feel your feet with my lips and took care to cover them well with kisses. I didn't know how high to go, and when I was on top, your feet brushed against my sex, which was very exciting. If you'd wanted, I could have kissed your heels or the soles of your shoes too.

 You ordered me to go to the bathroom and undress. You had me spread a sheet on the floor, then fetch leather handcuffs for my ankles and wrists. You put them on me, along with a pretty necklace and a balaclava that I'm beginning to understand mark the real start of the games. I love wearing leather cuffs and the necklace, they help me get into my submissive role. Following your instructions, I lay down on the floor, you put a gag and blindfold on me, then tied me up in a hogtie. I was ecstatic (and very excited).

You started playing with hot wax and ice cubes, you know I love that! At first it was only lukewarm, it was good, but I was hungry for more, luckily you went further, or rather closer. It burned, it hurt, but it felt great!

I wanted to caress you, but I was still tied up, what a torture! You took off the hood and the blindfold, but not the gag or the collar, and sent me to the shower to get cleaned up.

When I got out of the shower, you wrapped me in plastic, mummified, tight as you know I like it. You laid me on the floor and let me stew in my own juices while I listened to the music. Time flew, at times my mind traveled, I felt very good, warm, tight, immobilized in my cocoon, I really like mummification with sensory deprivation. You wouldn't have been yourself, sadist that you are, if you hadn't taken advantage of my impotence to torture my breasts, but I'm not going to complain!

You put a vibrator on my sex, the vibrations through the film were exquisite. I asked you to strangle me, and you agreed to do it, thank you, Madame. Even though we'd already played with choking, we hadn't talked about strangulation, I can confirm that I like it a lot. I feel ready to explore this with you, if you don't mind, because of the enormous trust I have in you. The hardest part was not being able to caress you while you tortured me. You must have read my mind, I felt the sole of your foot crushing against my face, I hurried to kiss it.

 You freed me from my cocoon, and I cried with joy, ecstasy and release from the tensions and problems that have been haunting me lately. I felt your comforting hand on my chest, helping me to let go even more. It was great, I'm moving as I write these words.

 And I'm having a memory lapse here, I was really in trance. Maybe I went through the shower again? Let's just say yes.

 You put me in a straitjacket, you knew I wanted to test it and... mmm, it felt good! Well imprisoned, already at your mercy, you tied my head to the ceiling and forced me to play a concentration game. I had to concentrate on the differences between images while you did everything you could to prevent me from concentrating. My vision was limited by the hood, and my mind disturbed by the bondage and your sadistic actions. The game was certainly biased against me, much to your delight (and mine, why not admit it).

I have to tell you that violet wand in particular is very pleasant on the balls (it brought me close to orgasm!), but painful on the glans. As you were alternating pleasure and pain, orgasm was impossible, but the disturbance was intense. I'm not aiming to cum in a session with you, but if one day it happens, so much the better, but I don't expect it, staying frustrated is just as delicious.

 Of course, I failed the test and received a few whips on my buttocks and kicks in my balls, which were certainly well deserved. I have to tell you that with every whip, with every kick, I felt more and more love for you, more and more desire to cuddle you.

I confess I was disappointed in myself, because I know I didn't take the blows well. I tell myself that if I'd taken the blows better, you could even have tested the whip, which you know I'm as afraid of as I am envious of. I got emotional again, tears rolled down my cheeks and you did what I needed most in the world, you hugged me. Here again, tears are welling up in my eyes as I write!

 Once the punishment for failing had been administered, you released me from the straitjacket and made me lie on the floor, warning me that you were going to do something that might make an impression on me. I immediately thought of when you lightly burned my nipples with your cigarette (a good memory!). What you did was just as good, using hydrogel to burn the surface of my skin! I liked it, it's hot, it hurts, but it feels good! My only regret is that I couldn't see it!

You sent me back to the shower, and still with my necklace we headed off for a well-deserved dinner with some very interesting conversation. Your sessions are intense, your aftercare is epic.

I'm at your feet, Madame, always and for the long haul.