My first professional session part 1

My first session took place some 10,000 miles from home, after 2 years of websites and online boards i geared up the courage and visited Salon Kittys in Sydney, and met Mistress Servalan.

In 3 hours, Mistress Servalan exposed me to my dreams in a way i did not think possible. I was hooked.

This is a brief update, more on this to follow.

I am back..

New info, new adventures forth coming. Been a little personal drama, but i am back. What does this have to do with me?? Stay tuned.

Where in the world?

Been a little crazy, been a little too busy. Updates to follow. This photo has a lot to do with my week.

Session this week.

i have a session this week, it is amazing to me, how the thought of an upcoming session can enter your mind in the most amazing ways. i know Mistress has some new toys and a semi new treat for me. It has been awhile since i sessioned with Her, and in a new location. i can not wait.

Can a Mistress be a fetish? Part 1

i had exchanged a few PM's and posting with a Mistress who had started a thread about fetish. i have always been a bondage fan and my interests in bdsm had grown out of that, but i was becoming aware of my fetish interests. Leather, boots, latex, rubber.

After a few notes, i scheduled a session.

Now i was walking around a oasis of BDSM and fetish in the middle of rural Southern New England. As Mistress opened the studio and we toured the facility i was becoming aroused, not only at the sight of the impressive equipment, not only at the wonderful sight of Mistress and her form fitting skirt, but the rows and rows of boots, and outfits. She directed my hand to some of the skirts i touched the leather it was so soft, a mind flash, mistress in this skirt, me on my knees, oh my.

She smiled. i knew she knew.

She commanded me to follow her to the others room. i tried not to stare, but she knew. Get ready she stated.

i was left to think about what i was about to do.

When she entered i was on my knees, ready, eyes down cast. i could see those boots. She started to tell me her rules. Was i willing to accept all those rules? 'Yes' my heart and body screamed.

'Good' lets start, she walked towards me, a blindfold......