A true adventure in pleasure

Madame,

Writing down the whirlwind of emotions and sensations I experienced with you is no easy task. I arrived at your place with a lump in my stomach, afraid of doing the wrong thing, disappointing you and never seeing you again. Less than a minute was enough to destabilize me. I lost my footing, unable to find a coat rack that was right under my nose, confused with my two feet, not knowing which shoe to take off.
The stress was building up inside me, and I was telling myself that I was off to a very bad start, that I was failing my final exam. Luckily, all my clumsiness and bad language made you laugh.

Once showered, I would enter your boudoir, and there began a daydream. Your leather-gloved hands intoxicating me, your magnificent feet making me want to make love to them, your nylon-clad legs, a veritable adventure in pleasure. I discovered electricity, roulette, slaps, your spit, wax, your fingers, those vibrations in my ass, your warm champagne that sent shivers down my spine.
The power of your slaps on my shoulder, leaving a lovely bruise. All this with a kindness that leaves me with nothing but pleasant memories. A little proud to come home with my marks, your marks. Proud, too, when I get up from my SNCF seat and see all those wax pearls that have come unstuck, "that my wagon neighbors must have thought" (smile).

For me, enjoyment lies in obedience, enjoyment means obeying you, it's your pleasure. 2 hours have passed, I haven't seen them go by, you'll tell me you haven't either. You invite me to the infernal boudoir, I contain my joy but feel like exploding. How did I deserve this? It doesn't matter, you decide.

I'm leaving you, happy with what has just happened to me. Thank you Madame for all the happiness you bring me.

F., your devoted submissive apprentice.