Dressage... part one

**This submissive is obliged to be on first-name terms with me. Not everyone does.

When I got upstairs, you greeted me with leather boots and a faux-leather skirt, a pretty corset; but above all your look and your smile, which alternate between happy, friendly and sadistic, you're always so disorienting! They make me feel naked in front of you, even with my clothes on, and I lose at least 20 IQ points in your presence, systematically?

You started my dressage. I'm enjoying it. On the other hand, I find it hard to keep up a conversation while I'm serving you, I lose my concentration, disorientated as I am.

You told me how to arrange roses in a vase - I'd never done it before! You need to ensure that the length is compatible with the vase, and you need plenty of water (which helps stability). To cut, cut at an angle with a large knife, holding the stem firmly in place with your phalanges, hand closed. Roses on the outside, small decorative flowers on the inside.

We continued with how to serve champagne. Out of pure habit I took two flutes, which is what I always do! Note that I *do* serve. Flute on the table, take bottle by the ass, don't touch flute with bottle, one hand only. Pour slowly so there aren't too many bubbles. I have to offer you the flute by placing it on the palm of my hand and holding the stem with three fingers. I didn't know whether to bend down or kneel down to offer it to you.

You ordered me to kiss your boots while you sipped your Perrier. I have to make sure you're comfortable. I didn't know whether to go higher than the ankles or go for the heels. I could smell the leather, which I like! I think it's my favorite BDSM material (followed by latex). Then I had to take them off, which was easier than I expected. A foot massage course followed. Deep massage, from the center to the sides. I like massaging your feet, I'd have kissed or licked them if you'd wanted.

I used you as a footrest, closed my eyes, it was... relaxing? I can't describe it, but it's nice. I don't feel humiliated at all by doing it, I feel... useful? I don't know how to put it.

You ordered me to look for a latex hood and present it to you. Very interesting protocol: look for a toy and offer it to me if I accept willingly, or just give it to me if I'm reluctant, knowing that of course it's always up to you.

So you put on the superb latex hood with eyeholes, much better than the ones I have. Tight-fitting, very slightly suffocating around the neck, as if made to measure.

You added the necklace, too bad about the collaring ritual, I really like it. Between the nerves and the latex, I was sweating a lot. Luckily you realized and took pity on me (I was a long way from safeword, but I was starting to worry about dehydration). I like that hood.

You asked me to help you take off your skirt. With the latex hood on, I couldn't see much, especially at the bottom, and I couldn't feel where the button was, because I was afraid of damaging the skirt. I didn't succeed.

Then I had to tighten your corset. I have experience tightening mine, but it's different from tightening someone else's. In mine I come across rabbit ears: pulling from the top tightens the bottom and vice versa, it makes for a tighter fit (which I like), but I can't remember what yours was like. I'm always amazed at the hourglass-like size it produces. By the way, I notice that on your corset the whales were angled. I hope you don't have back problems!

A little feminization, which you know I like. I like wearing tights, and I especially like wearing corsets. I like the constriction, and I like how they feminize my figure. I think eventually I could do a feminized evening, but not in a ridiculous pink sissy. I don't pretend to be a woman, just a man who likes to wear women's clothes, something androgynous. For example, I like my beard! I don't know if that makes sense or not.

In the process, I remove more and more hair. Already the back, buttocks and groove will follow suit. And I'm considering doing the whole bikini line and tummy. For the rest, I'm trimming.

I'd love to have a feminized photo with you.

Bondage with saran wrap, it was great! I told you about my craving for it and it's just as good as I thought, even better. It's tight, it's hot, I feel really immobilized and at your mercy, even more, even better, blindfolded. I don't think I could have escaped, but I felt no desire to leave my cocoon. Frankly, I dig it. Sleep sacks, power shirts... Definitely on the list of toys to play with!

I'm officially into mummification.

I had seen the urethral probes on the table, but didn't recognize them. A little fear for my urethra, but it's intense and pleasant! I'd definitely do it again, and we could go even further. I did notice that they were dipped in soap, which reassures me, because obviously the last thing I want is health problems.

I'm not particularly interested in breaking records for probe size or anal dilation. Of course I want to push my limits and logically I could dilate more and more, but I don't see myself training just to increase diameters, that's not a goal in itself.

You're into impact & sensation play. Hammer blows on the balls and soles of the feet, it's true that it gets nasty on the feet, which isn't bad!

Ice cubes, that's nice! I like temperature games, I prefer heat (candles) to cold (ice cubes), but both sound good. At one point, it was dripping onto my anus, so I was a little worried that it might be something other than water, but fortunately it wasn't!

You had a lot of fun with the cogwheel, but this time it got a lot nastier than the other times (or my pain sensation is altered, which is very possible). It can get nasty that tool on the penis or scrotum! I like it.

You made me experiment with suction cups, it's more intense than I thought, and it makes pretty marks! They have nothing to do with sensation (the one that made the mark was no more intense than the others). I'd gladly be your pig again with all 6 nipples. I realize that it's true that the mark can take away questions on Monday, but... RACK. (and thanks for thinking of my operation on Monday, this time I hadn't thought of it myself)

And with that, pumped full of endorphins, shaking with adrenaline, the games were over. In the hot shower, tears of emotion and joy appeared.

As always, it seemed too short! I had really doubted whether I'd be able to last two hours, but I really thought about just doing one... I cried with pure joy afterwards, it was a lovely moment, thank you for holding me in your arms, super aftercare.

I love spending time with you, in sessions and in social. The two complement and reinforce each other, the social has a special intimacy and the sessions are better because there's an equally special complicity.

You introduced me to your friend "robo-penetrator 2000". He looks like a real pro, and one day I'd like to play with him. I think I want to play with pretty much everything.

Always at your feet, Madame, that's where I feel best!