His young pupil

My back is to the Mistress as she whispers to me that she wants total devotion.

As she gently caresses my body, she ties a pair of pantyhose around my neck. Her repeated whispers and the sight of her nail polish quickly make me obedient, submissive to her will, my only escape.

I follow her in Adam's clothes, pulled by her firm hand, with the sound of her heels in my ears.

It was with wonder and awe that I discovered her boudoir. Wonder, because the place is full of charm and style in a very discreet setting; and awe, because as a novice I'm discovering numerous accessories that are unknown to me, and lead me to believe that Maîtresse likes to experiment, take advantage, abuse...

Her requests are very precise. I put on her beautiful tights while watching her attentively. The nylon intoxicates me with pleasure, and I take the opportunity to stroke and feel them, making the most of every second.

She scrutinizes me, sitting comfortably like an empress, controlling my pleasure.

I slipped her black pumps on delicately.

She appreciates the attention and dedication, but expects to see more from her young pupil. He still lacks conviction.

She asks me to step back into the unknown, I'm scared, but her eyes know how to control me and train the frightened animal. I smell wood, it's a cross to which Mistress immediately ties me with beautiful tights, before slipping one into my mouth, exquisite... I can feel her smile and satisfaction as she takes a bite out of me.

I definitely succumb to its powerful, undeniable hold.

Any additional comments? Undoubtedly a dissipated boy, but can certainly do better, has not yet shown his full potential. He needs to focus on the essentials.