Low resistance

A session in Madame's home written by a submissive who imagines himself in Madame's head... Point of view switch!
Address, ok.
1st Intercom, ok.
2nd Intercom, ok.
After waiting a little longer than expected, here he is, climbing the stairs. What will he look like? Will it be up to the task? Will the connection be up to scratch?
I open the door and let him in.
He's wearing a mask, a casual style, and I stare at him. I assert my authority.
He's there in front of me, hands trembling, legs frail, scared like an animal. And this is only the beginning.
With his shoes off, I have him unbutton his shirt, take off his belt and hand it to me.
I look at him. Does he understand that I could hurt him with this one? He understands that he's in my power now. With his shorts off, at my mercy, I can finally take control. One hand on his neck, the other on his buttocks, he's mine.
His body doesn't betray his arousal... I'm going to calm his ardor by taking him into the bedroom, which is starting to please me. He's seen me as a soft touch, but the first slap I prepare for him may surprise him, so he's been warned.
Clacccc, he hasn't turned his head, that's good, I laugh... and spit in his face. Under my control, he says nothing.
On your knees now!

These are the first scenes of the session engraved in my memory, Madame...

Here he is on his knees, me prostrate in front of him, looking down at him. His right shoulder is dripping with drool, his body glistening. My leather skirt is glistening too... I'm going to teach him to clean. I order him, he does it with his tongue.
- How does it taste?
- Salted, Madame.
I'm sure he'd never tasted his seed before.
His sex is erect, I'm going to test his resistance... It's weak, at the slightest touch, he giggles that he could cum (we're only at the beginning).
My hand full of drool and her liquid, I spread her face and make her lick it properly.
I show him the way to the bathroom. I hope this little break will calm him down a bit...
- You're going in there on all fours, like an animal, it's more humiliating!
I've already got the rest of the session in mind. He doesn't know what I have in store for him, or the scope of my secret room.
In 5 minutes, he'll knock and wait for me to tell him to come in.
Knock, knock, knock.
He knocks on the door, the Mistress's lair is about to open to him. I look at him, he seems calmer. I can see him looking from right to left, as if to take in the dark, hushed room he's in. He won't see a thing as I ask him to close his eyes in the middle of the room.
I can feel the stress getting to him: what am I going to prepare for him, and what kind of sauce? As a novice, he doesn't know much. But nothing, I make him languish, I even see him half-open his right eye, I say nothing since he'll be punished later.
I whirl around him, then, allowing him to open his eyes, I open the red curtain, energetically, as if set to the rhythm of the passing music.
He's scared, I know it, he's watching, glancing furtively at all the objects I could use on him. Objects that could hurt him... And yet he still has a hard-on.
I'm going to kiss him, or rather spit saliva in his mouth to assuage my authority before putting him on all fours, blindfolded with a scarf.
On his knees and hands, I turn around him, his ass in full view, as if he's already enjoying it (or not) and yet he can't imagine the salvo of spankings he's about to get!
Bam clac clac clac bamm. I whisper to him that the most painful parts are at the junction of the buttocks and the thigh and Bamm I give him another blow. He tells me he's sensitive to pain, the wimp, I've already noticed he's sensitive to everything and anything! His buttocks move by themselves as if to limit the impact of my hands, so I insist and even spit on him. Beautiful submissive that he is.
- I really want to fuck you, tell me you can't refuse me anything. Tell me you'll do anything, even piss in your mouth...
He repeats, under duress of course, but he repeats. So I kiss him, let him drink my saliva in the process.

I piss on his left flank, no reaction other than a chuckle, I think he's in shock, he doesn't yet know how to handle it but I'll do it again, after all he's written his limits in black and white!

I'm in a trance, the effect of endorphins, I need more, it's been a long time. I really want to play with his ass, so I take off my skirt, I see him looking at me, he wants me, he's looking at my crotch, my buttocks, what he doesn't know is that I'm going to suffocate him with it in one, two, three seconds, that's it, my pussy and my ass are glued to his snout. He sniffs I can feel it and it turns him on.
His cock jerks up. I grab it, squeeze it hard, really hard, his balls with it, how far will he go? He can't take it anymore.
I've already prepared his ass with my fingers, I'm going to fuck him, that's decided. Slowly, I slip on my dildo-belt, very slowly, so that he can watch and take the measure of what's going on... he's even going to suck it, but he's reluctant, he's shooting his heart out, poor guy. He doesn't really like it, I think, so one last lick down the throat and I stop.
He can't take it anymore, everywhere, in fact, as soon as I touch him he nearly comes.
Would the session be too intense? Out of the question, he won't come until I fuck him.
I'm taking it easy, I don't want to alienate my submissive (besides, he's beautiful and I like him - that's for me, it's a gift in the text). I see him giving himself to me, trying, seeking out sensations, enjoying, moving from subjective pain to pleasure.
I look at him, listen to him, let him talk to me. That's what being a professional Mistress is all about.
I iron it on him, on his belly, and I can feel that he likes the warmth that contrasts with the cold plug I've inserted.
His orgasm will be long and powerful. His gaze vague, I feel him exhausted, I look at him, crouching beside. It was intense, for me too.
Will my submissive come back?