What A Session Is Like

I arrive a few minutes before we start. I always leave some time for in-person introductions to break the ice a little and calm my submissive's nerves - just a little. I want him nervous. I want him trembling, clammy, heart racing, embarassed by his raging hard-on. I think of how anxious I was as a young inexperienced woman in the presence of men I liked. And now years later, with the unbreakable confidence of a mature woman who knows herself, a steel confidence you only gain through experience and recognition of one's own divine and majestic feminine power. The contrast of my client's nerves against my cool supreme calm is the perfect delicious mind-rush to set the tone for the coming hour or two.

We discuss rules and boundaries, safe words and safe signals. Some health related questions. Safe, Sober, Sane and Enthusiastic Consent are the cornerstones of my practice. There is no session without them.

I then explain how the session will be split, with occasional short breaks to rest, hydrate and check in. Then when I am satisfied, I unpack my tools and implements. I love the fear flash in their eyes as they watch me and recognise some items but not others. I imagine their minds race and ask "what have I gotten myself into this time!". I laugh a little on the inside!

Then the scene starts. My demands come in quick succession; undress, kneel, eyes down, worship. I pull out my favourite crop. I inspect my human sacrifice. Men's bodies are just so inferior. Hairy, unkempt, unsightly, with delicate ovaries hanging on the outside for my sadistic delectation. What a design flaw! I am at best unamused, and at worst quite irritated - and for this my submissive shall pay. Working within the boundaries we have already agreed upon, he shall attempt to redeem himself and make himself worthy. And for the precious time this is costing me, I shall be handsomely tributed. Because kicking my submissive in the pocket is just as thrilling as kicking him in his balls. Both features that outside of that room give him power, and that's the power I want to take back.

The absolute joy of having this submissive consent to be at my feet, willingly serving me with the entertainment of objectifying him, squishing him like a worm beneath my divine feet, giving away his power, doing with him whatever I please.. there is indeed nothing quite like it. And this is just the beginning...