Madame,
During my first session with you, I did not obey your instructions, since I enjoyed while you had explicitly prescribed me not to do so. It was then that, as a punishment, you ordered me to write you a reflection on the notion of obedience..
There she is, with a delay for which I apologize..
/../
Or, before the session in the impersonal way that I described in my report, then in a way suited to my own vices, you got attached (if i may say) to lavish on me exactly what makes the forces of ecstasy rise in me. You knew it for sure, since our prior discussions were intended to determine them together.
You performed them with such accuracy that I could believe you had penetrated my fantasies as deep as my ass. It goes without saying that a Mistress sure of her act as you are had a perfect awareness of the consequences of her actions.. And so you couldn't ignore that they would push me to an unbearable end.
So you wanted to “test me”, or maybe even wanted to see me fail ? I won't be surprised. Besides, I find this last hypothesis exciting in itself. : imagining you punishing me for an act that you yourself instigated by playing on my weakness.
Isn't it the supreme perversity ?
What I like about you, among other qualities, it is perfection in perversity, as if brought to its ultimate refinement. The anger you expressed at the sight of my transgression could then be feigned, or half-feint, half sincere, never mind. You laid a trap for me, Play a game where I could only lose and win you.
You flipped a coin : face i was leaving frustrated, pile I was leaving punished. In both cases, your victory was absolute, and I was humbled. And of course, I loved this game.
JM's testimonial.
