Madame,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
During my first session with you, I didn't obey your instructions, because I came while you explicitly told me not to. Then, as punishment, you ordered me to write you a reflection on the notion of obedience.
Here it is, with a delay for which I apologize.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Now, before the session, in the impersonal way I described in my report, and then in a way adapted to my own vices, you made a point (if I may say so) of lavishing on me exactly what it is that brings out the forces of ecstasy in me. You knew this perfectly well, since our preliminary exchanges were intended to determine them together.
You carried them out with such precision that I could believe you had penetrated my fantasies as deeply as my ass. It goes without saying that a self-confident Mistress like you is perfectly aware of the consequences of her actions. And you couldn't have been unaware that they would push me to an unbearable extreme.
So you wanted to \"test me\", or perhaps even see me fail? I wouldn't be surprised. Besides, I find the latter hypothesis exciting in itself: imagining you punishing me for an act you yourself instigated by playing on my weakness.
Isn't that the ultimate perversity?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What I appreciate in you, among other qualities, is perfection in perversity, as taken to its ultimate refinement. The anger you expressed at my transgression could have been feigned, or half-feigned, half-sincere, whatever. You had set a trap for me, made me play a game in which I could only lose and you win.
You tossed a coin in the air: heads I walked away frustrated, tails I walked away punished. In both cases, your victory was absolute, and I was humiliated. And of course, I loved the game.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Testimony of JM.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n