Domina Liza welcomed me with a kind smile. The atmosphere was elegant and there was signs of fierce confidence in each and every corner of the room. She patiently listened to some of my secrets and decided to take the adequate measures about them. Of course She looked dazzling, wearing a silk robe, delicate stockings and shiny high heels. Noticing that her outfit hypnotized me, She thought about a little game and ordered me to dress something similar. From that moment on her spell was inevitable. To start serving Her, I was allowed to paint Her fingernails; did my best but nervously. During the disciplinary process, Domina Liza found out more things about me and explored them. I was ordered to pay attention to my posture and take positions so She could examine my body. It was not easy to please Her, being strict and instructive at the same time. Like a kinky ballet class for a naughty boy. From the start She knew I was very shy and maybe a virgin, and took some pitty from my innocence. Nevertheless, after being feminized and failed to reach perfection, it was time to go upstairs: pain and a more rigorous control should be added to complete this first cycle.
As Her heels touched the floor, every step brought me shivers to my spine. What would She do to me in the other room? The punishment room. Through an Empress’ move, Domina Liza aloowed me to Her chamber. Completely nude, gagged and collared I hesitantly layed on all fours on the “horse”. The cold leather didn’t ease the my body heat, so She turned the air conditioning on (for Her, of course but She was tender enough to ask me about it). After being restrained the Queen administered my buttcocks by hand and crop. After few strokes they were almost as red as Her beautiful hair, more of a pink though. Although being a slave, I also have specific aestethetics ambitions during play, and She had fun with my tendency to point my own toes. She thought they should look like that all the time…just a plus task to please Her. I was so excited and wet, driping on that special furniture and was fairly reprehended for it. Next procedure was also challenging, concerning performance.
On my knees and hands back, suddenly Domina Liza introduced me to her big black cock and strapon. She told me I would like it and recalled that good submissive boys sometimes are rewarded with an approach to Her divine Feet. I would do anything to be near them and She knew it well. Conducted and encouraged, I was aproved on beginner level, licking and sucking as deep as I could. Anyway, there was a long journey ahead until I would be ready to perform favors for men adequatelly, if that could be of use for Her in a given circunstance. Perhaps only to amuse her. Didn’t mention She has the most delicious classy laugh in England.
I was lucky in that sunshiny day. Still kneeling on the wodden floor, had the privilege to look, smell, caress and kiss her absolutely soft Feet. Dare to say She had a bit of pleasure with it. Finally I was permited to release and collapsed on the floor in ecstasy. After that we talked about the session and She asked me sensitive questions. What a delight. After years watching her from an ocean of distance, I felt the perfume of Her soles, the smothness of Her skin, watched Her gentle gestures: like someone unique who knows the power She naturally holds. Thank You Your Highness for a very second I was in Your presence.