Madame,
Writing down this whirlwind of emotions and sensations experienced with you is not easy.. I arrived at your house with a lump in my stomach, fear of doing wrong, disappoint you and never see you again. Less than a minute was enough for you to destabilize me. I lost my footing, unable to find a coat rack that was under my nose, tangled with my two feet, no longer knowing which shoe I had to take off.
The stress was rising in me, I said to myself that I was starting very badly, that I was failing my passing exam. Fortunately, all my clumsiness and my language mistakes made you laugh..
Once showered, I entered your boudoir and there began a waking dream. Your leather-gloved hands that intoxicated me, your beautiful feet that make me want to make love to them, your nylon clad legs, a real pleasure adventure. I discovered electricity, roulette, the slaps, your spit, wax, your fingers, these vibrations in my ass, your hot champagne that sent shivers down my spine.
The power of your slaps on my shoulder which leaves a nice bruise. All this with a benevolence that leaves me only memories of pleasures. A little proud to return with his marks, your marks. Also proud when I get up from my SNCF seat and see all these wax beads that have come off, “that my wagon neighbors must have thought” (smile).
For me enjoyment is in obedience, enjoy, is to obey you, it's your pleasure. 2 hours have passed, I did not see them pass, neither will you tell me. To the infernal boudoir you invite me, I contain my joy but I want to explode. How could I deserve ? Never mind, you decide.
I'm leaving you, happy with what just happened to me. Thank you Madam for all the happiness you bring me.
F., your devoted submissive apprentice.
