One of many novice submissives

You warned me: the session starts before the session.
But when? That's a difficult question to answer.
It could be argued that it begins even before you dare to write to me to request a first meeting with you, Madame. But when exactly does this decision take shape? Perhaps during the emotions I felt admiring you in your ad, or those I felt afterwards, reading the refined and disturbing details of your site, or again afterwards, feeling the tension in my lower abdomen as I listened to the whispers of the Ferule.
It doesn't really matter. Whatever the moment, some perverse alchemy pushed me one day to conjure up my mailbox on my computer, and I knew I no longer had a choice, that I no longer belonged, or no longer belonged at all. All I could do was write the application you demanded, without waiver, without apology, without return.

You have to realize, Madame, that this is your first great victory, even if you couldn't have known it at the time. To write to a mistress-wife such as yourself is to break many moral prohibitions and to violate social rules that I usually respect. Yet I didn't hesitate. And I even fervently hoped that my request would succeed, for although I experienced an unknown pleasure in forming the words of the e-mail on my keyboard, it was not enough, and by no means sufficient, in itself to satisfy the appetite for pleasure that was at the origin of my approach. On the contrary, it fuelled it, and I saw it only as a means of reaching the sublime place, i.e. your feet.

So I wrote with care, since your demands are high, and I was aware that I was just another novice submissive. Knowing your yoke is a privilege to be conquered. I weighed every word, every expression, all my formulations with a single aim: not to displease you too much, so that I could obtain a favorable response. I reread and reread again. Then, finally, unsatisfied with the result but unable to produce another, and trembling (with fear or pleasure?) at the prospect of arousing your contempt or, even worse, your indifference, I clicked.
Alea jacta est.

Testimony of JM.