A privileged relationship

**This submissive is under orders to be on first-name terms with me. This is not the case for everyone.

Hello, ma'am,

I took advantage of the flight to XXX to take stock of this session (I'll write about dinner later). By the way, let me know if you want me to buy you something you'd miss from the US.

First surprise: you were waiting for me, smiling, dressed in a blouse, hair slicked back, mini-skirt and heels, looking like the super-sexy secretary of my dreams. With a stern look that already suggested obedience.

You made me kneel before you, then undressed me, and put a necklace on me, this necklace I like to wear because it puts me in my place.

I know it's important to kneel before your mistress. So I'm hoping to get better at holding on for longer. As I mentioned, something soft helps, and failing that, it also helps not to be sitting on my ankles, but a bit more raised. That said, I'm willing to suffer for you (as punishment or because you simply want me to) and so hold out as long as physically I can, as many times as you want.

You put me in a cage, temporary, but very exciting. I was afraid you wouldn't come and you desisted, very good idea to tie me up to block my leaky balls. You gave me the choice of fetching the key at the end of the session in the toilet or leaving in a cage. If I hadn't had to take a flight... I really would have been tempted to take it.

You ordered me to lie on my stomach, tied up in a hogtie (I dreamed of it and I love it), sketched out what it would be like to be whipped in this position (I would have loved it). You inspected my ass, which, alas, remains fragile. My cage was becoming narrow, and I confess I was left wanting more (but it was a constraint of the appointment, and I hope I'll soon be able to offer myself to the roof with no constraints other than my limits).

And you played with me, taking advantage of my helplessness. You made me smell heavy, cold chains; familiar smells, but ones I could hardly name. I felt like a mere diversion for you and it was humiliating, but I told myself that if it entertained you it was worth it, and I liked it, especially when you put pieces of clementine in my nostrils ( who knew).

You ordered me to turn around, your blouse and skirt were gone, but I could barely enjoy myself. You tied me up tight, with belts. I'd never felt that way before and I can tell you I love it. I was really at your mercy and in my place, on the floor at your feet.

You started with the magic wand on my cage, that was good! But I can see that if I was caged, I'd have a really hard time coming.

You brought out the screw clamps (thanks for the compliment, I was really pleased to give them to you). Your mix of softness and hardness is incredible. I was a little afraid they'd really hurt, but it was bearable pain (and I know it was because of what you wanted, I know you could have made me scream in pain with them). You reminded me to breathe, and it's true that it helps, then you followed up with other clamps that I hardly felt (except for one I can't remember where). The endorphins were already having a definite effect.

You continued with the candles, which I mentioned I wanted to try... And it was ecstasy! It's so good! I don't know if I went into subspace or not, but I would have liked you to have continued. However, and certainly to protect me from myself, you stopped. You started to remove my wax, at first I didn't understand what you were doing, I thought you were shaving me. I was at peace, it was a lovely moment when you took off the wax while I lightly caressed your foot or thigh. It's stupid, but I get emotional writing it.

I went to get the key to my cage, sorry I didn't think to clean it.

I don't know if it was punishment for that or just because you felt like it, but you made me kneel on rice. With the endorphins and a better position, it still didn't hurt as much as it did at first. I took care to pick up all the grains, in my head you were going to throw them back on the floor and make me do it again if you weren't satisfied. Instead, a little threat of lashes. I shudder at the thought of you whipping me, but I know that sooner or later you will.

And the session is over, as usual it seemed too short (yes I'm a pervert). Far from my limits, but rich in sensations and hormones. A superb aftercare followed (THANK YOU) with an overwhelming dinner, and an unhoped-for memory.

Thank you Madame for making me feel, suffer and learn.

See you soon.