Reframing

As a professional dominatrix, I refuse to let anyone dictate my behavior and the content of my sessions: who, when, how, it's up to me. An obvious fact to remind certain "submissives" who try to set their conditions, which is tantamount to a refusal on my part.
BDSM games are, in my opinion, all the tastier for it. Here's the proof.

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First of all, I'd like to reiterate my apologies for my insistence on Tuesday. I sometimes have a very specific idea/desire and can be tempted to want to impose it. The reframing in the first few minutes of our meeting was very clear and explicit. I'd never experienced or felt like this before, the feeling that everything could suddenly come to an end, that I'd lose everything and leave as I'd come without having had the most beautiful DS experience of my entire life. Because yes, that's the case...
I won't be tempted to do it again, perhaps propose it, but never insist on it again, especially since the outcome of our meeting has proved you entirely right.

When I called you at 9pm, I was very pleasantly surprised by the softness of your voice.
As I knocked on your door, having followed the instructions, I heard your light footsteps approach the door, picked up your pumps and slipped them on before opening. Your charm was already working.
When I got home, I was breathless at the power of your gaze, your attitude that gives off so much, that creates an atmosphere, the precision of your make-up.
When you reframed me, your words were harsh and you exuded such strength that it forced me to obey. I didn't know what to do, whether to think, look or breathe, and I hesitated between running away or throwing myself at your feet to beg your forgiveness. Deep down, all I wanted to do was obey and try to be forgiven. So I endured your words that sought to belittle me, to put me back in my submissive place, to strip me naked (perhaps the most difficult moment for me) by accepting your gaze straight into my eyes, undressing me step by step according to your instructions to find myself naked, body and mind, under your scrutinizing gaze, under your judgment. Free to belong to you.

A shower to recover from these first emotions, and then I timidly knocked on the door. I was afraid of coming face to face with you again, afraid because the cage was wrong, afraid of what was going to happen, afraid of what you had in store for me, the one to whom you almost wrote "You're annoying me"...
and I was allowed in.