Diary of a Mind fucked Foot boy Diary Part 23 (Patreon)

17/03/2021

Session day! After a week of excitement and of waiting it finally arrived, and what a day it has been! As is always the case with session I will document as much as possible so that I can get everything down and process and try to relay the experience as effectively as possible.

The day started in an interesting fashion when the first message that I received from Mistress was an out of the blue instruction to snap my fingers. If it had come a few minutes later I would have been in the interesting position of having to go and greet the man who reads the meters in that state! But that wasn’t the case, I saw the message when I returned, and the compulsion to snap took over followed by the surge of pleasure when it happened. With this happening so early on in the day and thinking back to things Mistress has done on the days of previous sessions, I had to wonder if she was building up to something, how long she intended to prolong it all. It made me more excited, and I think she picked up on it as she said pretty much that exact thing.

This only increased when she said she was also looking forward to it a lot…and that she had things planned. Like so much (if not everything) that Mistress tells me, it has been carefully chosen to have an effect on me and she knows exactly what it will do. She so easily made my mind reel with all the possibilities of what the evening might hold. It was a nice little rush. The mindfuck began after I mentioned that I was now on my little holiday from work…and she very casually mentioned that she could leave me feeling like this all day if she wanted to. This made me feel pretty gooey, but I didn’t have time to recover before she amped it up even more – telling me that she could make me feel right on the edge of orgasm all day regardless of where I was or what I was doing. Wow. And it’s true, she could. She absolutely could do that. As I’ve so often mentioned, the effects Mistress has on me are undeniable, she can experiment on me in any way she wishes and if she chose to do that then it would happen. And I would be so excited and thrilled for it. The thought alone does that. I love it. And I know she will continue to do those experiments on me…she dropped in a gooey trigger to emphasize this point. I’m sure that she will have thought about the hours leading up to a session just as much as what will happen in that session as well, but like so much she would never admit to that…leaving me wondering as another little mindfuck. And that’s the way we both like it. We had a bit of fun talking about titles of hypothetical books Mistress would write on that very topic, and it was a laugh.

I do love that because of the nature of our dynamic and friendship we can switch between these different levels so easily – from my Mistress making me feel all gooey and submissive to having a laugh as friends. And the pendulum quickly swung back when she told me that I was her gooey erotic footboy. These words were so powerful, the combination of triggers to make me feel all that pleasure just took me straight away, I felt the pleasure from erotic washing over me and the wonderful feelings inside from being called her foot boy. No matter how many times this happens I still love it. This is what I am. I belong to her and those powerful hypnotic feet.

Something popped into my head not long after that, once the wave of pleasure had settled a bit, although I was still feeling gooey. For a couple of days the song ‘Agatha All Along’ from WandaVision had been stuck in my head, and so as we had been talking about our dynamic for a little while I made up a small snippet about the two of us to the tune of that song. As I’ve documented a few times I like doing that sort of thing, and really it wasn’t all that different from making up the nursery rhymes either. I out forward the idea that maybe I would try and adapt it ready the night’s session, and Mistress instructed that I would indeed have it ready. I enjoyed having another instruction to carry out, and it was a task I took to with lots of eagerness. Mistress did not seem particularly keen at my asking if she would sing her segments of the song along with me and left it in no doubt that I would be reading or singing the whole thing to her when it came to it.

Before we could conclude that line of discussion though, something else happened. I went into the social media images channel and saw that there had been some new images of Mistress released…and she was in a red corset. The effect took hold of me straight away as powerfully as it ever did, the powerful urge and need to release appearing instantly without build up. On the edge immediately and held there. The surprise of it happening was thrilling too, opening the channel up having no idea what would be coming and then being enveloped by this effect. I love it. As always it shows how powerfully Mistress can affect me and I love that. When I asked her for permission to release she asked me why I needed to – I’m pretty certain this was a mindfuck and she knew exactly why already, and perhaps had even been just waiting for me to come asking for her permission to release. Whether that was a mindfuck or not, she took the opportunity to play with me, telling me how she might give me permission, and prolonging it by having me describe details of how it all feels and affects me when it happens. She takes advantage of every possible second and I adore it. She gave me permission to release at 2pm, a wait of twenty-five minutes, and told me that it would be a gooey wet and erotic orgasm. The time passed with the pleasure surging through me, settling down into that powerful urge and need to release, but totally unable to. The edge was all I knew until the time arrived. And when it did it was powerful. It felt great – the intense pleasure gave way to that wet and gooey orgasm, pleasure rushing over me and then sort of melting and flowing into that wet release. It wasn’t as intense as some that Mistress had made me experience in recent weeks, but still wonderful. Like she said afterwards, unless she instructs me to have the most mind-blowing one of my life it’s not going to happen. Whatever she says will happen; she crafts that reality, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I love it. Afterwards I mentioned that I would rest a bit as I worked on the song…to which Mistress reiterated that I would need my strength for it. This further fuelled my growing belief that it would not be quite as informal as the previous one! But again, whatever reality Mistress chooses.

Working on the song was fun. It didn’t actually take me a great deal of time to modify it. I was enjoying the task, and once I had the lyrics on the screen in front of me to play around with it just got even easier. As this was going on we carried on chatting casually and it was lovely – most of it was about WandaVision itself as that was the theme of the song I was working on. Mistress also mentioned that someone she had been speaking to had read the diary posted on Patreon about a dozen times! I don’t know if this figure was an exaggeration, but wow! I didn’t have any idea anybody would find it so compelling when I wrote it. That someone might look to it, to the position and dynamic I have with Mistress, just made me value and appreciate it even more. She has given me something so cherished and wonderful and continues to do so. The song was finished, and I had listened to and recited it along with the music several times, so I was feeling happy about that, and growing more and more excited for the session. We carried on chatting for the remaining half hour or so until she finished work and went offline for a while as she usually does, and it was so lovely. She even paid me a very kind compliment when we were talking about how I had helped a Discord member become more active and engaged in the chat…she called me her good foot boy! As it always does that just gave me the most pleasant feeling.

And so that was the day in the build-up to the session. With it being at 6pm there wasn’t long to wait from her going offline to when the session started. I had the excited butterflies pretty strongly by this point – they’re always there no matter how many sessions we have and what’s going on. I think the element of the unknown plays a significant part of that, because I have no idea of precisely what is coming, so no time to prepare, if that’s the right word? I know I am always safe and secure though, as well as that I will have the most extraordinarily pleasurable time. The Discord issue that had plagued us before happened again, but at least we were ready for it this time and so switched straight over to Skype to begin.

And much like the beginning of the previous session, she was wearing red. This caught me by surprise much like the corset picture had before, much like the cardigan had in the last session! I knew it was a possibility, but as with mindfucks I had no idea for sure. But it was a fact, and equally it was fact that the pleasure and strong urge to release took hold of me. I was at the edge and needed Mistress’ permission to release. While I was dealing with the rush of pleasure she was of course sat there just watching it all happen, smiling gleefully. I asked for her permission to release but she did not give it…and I knew then she was going to take the time to draw it out as she had me right in front of her, where she wanted me. She looked beautiful as ever tonight, just completely enchanting.

And so with no permission given and the pleasure therefore still gripping me, making me writhe and pulse, we set on with some of the things from the list that we had planned to cover. We started with my showing her all the little trinkets I have acquired over the years. This little topic was mostly about the three pocket watches that I have, something that has become a bit of a theme in our dynamic now, but I also showed some of the other bits and talked about them. The little show and tell segments were periodically interspersed with Mistress showing me her feet or her own pocket watch to completely derail me each time that I was going on. Her feet looked so incredibly beautiful and enchanting as ever, and the watch was so powerful and potent…making me instantly go so blank and hypnotized every time I laid eyes on it. These would either be put on display on the screen when I had my attention turned away to pick out the next item, or just while I was mid-sentence to completely make me drift away. Each and every time it took me so totally, my mind falling under the spell of Mistress’ feet or watch, followed by the struggle to remember exactly what it was I had been talking about before it happened. In some cases if I had not been holding the item in question I might not have been able to remember what it was I had been talking about…which I am sure is exactly the kind of effect that was intended. Mistress was toying with her footboy, exercising her ability to take me under so absolutely and so quickly whenever she chose.

The next step in this exercise came once I got around to showing her my own pocket watches. The first one I showed was a birthday gift around eight years ago; silver with the words ‘Until the clocks stop ticking…’ on the case. As I was talking about it, Mistress showed me her pocket watch and again made me drift away pretty much mid-sentence. As soon as I saw it everything else except the watch and her voice disappeared. This time it was more than just cutting me off while I was speaking though – she implanted suggestions that tied all the effects of her own pocket watch to the one that I was holding in my hand. They were one and the same. I’ve often documented the effect Mistress’ pocket watch has on me, and it’s very powerful. I cannot look at it without becoming deeply hypnotized and so very blank and open to her. It’s instant, she doesn’t need to use her voice to guide me down when I see it, I am just opened up straight away. The effect of the video she made for me has added a powerful boost of positivity, happiness and confidence to those suggestions, and this was flowing in pleasantly from having seen it a few times now. But it remains so very hypnotic. And this was now exactly what I was holding in my hand. After implanting all this and lowering her own watch and bidding me carry on with what I was saying…nothing really happened. I was transfixed by the silver watch I was holding in my hand, just as open and hypnotized as I had been from Mistress’ own. Really she could have gotten me to do anything right there and then as I was lost in her influence, and I’m certain she knew it, but she asked me to carry on with my little presentation of her trinkets. Even though this had been her instruction it took me a lot of effort to pull my gaze away from it and put it down to continue with what I was saying. How wonderful it felt to be so totally under Mistress’s spell like that, to be a completely open door that she can walk through so easily and whenever she wants. God I love it.

The small presentation of my pocket watches continued, though it took me a bit of time to find my stride again as the spacey feeling of that deep trance was still with me, I was bathing in its afterglow. Mistress didn’t take much time to try out her latest suggestion as she instructed me to take and hold up the silver watch, and its effects were instantaneous just as they always were with her own. Once she had me transfixed by the very object I myself was holding, the next suggestion she implanted was that I would experience pleasure while holding it for as long as it was in my hand. I had the watch itself and part of the chain in my hand as this was being said, and I could soon feel the pleasure radiating through me from them. With the effects of seeing Mistress in red still prominent, the additional pleasure made me quiver, increasing the need and erotic feelings of arousal. It was like I was holding a battery that was charging me with these feelings. It was incredible not just because of the physical feelings but because of the amazing effects. Mistress let it carry on for a time, though I wasn’t watching her as I was still transfixed, before instructing me to put it down.

We moved very quickly to the next topic of the list, the next ‘phase’ of the session. Mistress let me choose and sort of dictate that, perhaps in a way it didn’t matter to her what I chose as her plans were ready to go no matter what, but this was not for me to know. The next item I chose was to share some of the nursery rhymes that I had been adapting over the course of the last week or so, if nothing else because it was a big topic and would take a big of time. But also I was looking forward to seeing what Mistress thought and had enjoyed putting them together. If they would make her laugh, or even just smile, I would be overjoyed. And she did enjoy them! I was so happy, made me glow. I didn’t have them stored on my phone so I had to bring up the document on my laptop to read them to her, which meant I couldn’t see her while I was reading them…more than once I would open the video chat screen between us again and be met with the sight of the pocket watch dangling in front of the screen, or Mistress’ feet held close to it. So beautiful and so seductive. Each time they took me completely, and again the unexpected nature of it probably made it even more effective, just instantly sort of flicking that switch and making me go under. I loved it so much. I was in the palm of her hand and we both knew it.

Whether it was intentional or not (I’m sure it probably was), these repeated instances of taking me into that deeply hypnotized state and then bringing me out again probably acted like fractionation, making the drop just that bit more deep each time it happened. During one such drop when Mistress had me under, she implanted a new trigger. A very simple one – whenever I hear or read the word ‘orgasm’ from her, that’s what will happen to me, but like with the red trigger I will need her permission to release, or it can’t happen. Sounds very straightforward when put like that! And perhaps it was that sort of ease, like with many other effects, that allowed Mistress to easily implement what happened next. It was quite unlike anything I have ever experienced. Naturally, she took the chance to try out the new trigger she had implanted and combined with the pleasure I was already feeling that had not been released, it became intense quickly. The feeling took me so totally, I felt it in every fibre of myself. With the new trigger it was like I had not been brought to the edge exactly but was being held in that very first throw of an orgasm that had already happened but unable to push through to the climax. I suppose in many ways that can be called the same as being on the edge? I’m not quite sure how to describe it for sure…but the key point is that incredible pleasure takes hold of me from hearing it. What followed over the next few moments was a positive assault of pleasure, it was amazing. Mistress started using the orgasm trigger over and over, also telling me to release immediately after each time. So it was ‘orgasm…release…orgasm…release’ in rapid succession. My god. It struck me powerfully each time, battering me with pleasure in the best way - I barely had time to register the use of the trigger and the build of pleasure before the surge of release hit me, and barely time to register that before it started again. I can’t really describe how it powerfully intense it was. To some degree I even lost awareness of Mistress’ voice as it happened, I was just lost in a fugue of orgasmic bliss, subject to only pleasure. That was my reality there and then. I only wish I could really find words to accurately detail the experience. Pure, raw pleasure.

The culmination, or perhaps I should say climax, of all this was that Mistress held me in a state of orgasm to see how long I could last. And like everything else it sounds so casual when put like that. She didn’t hold me on the edge, she actually held me in the state of an active orgasm…and told me it would continue until I begged her to make it stop. This may perhaps have been the most potent and powerful example of her influence over me so far, I had to beg, plead with her to make it stop when it got too much. Not ask, beg. Wow. Even with the pleasure wracking my body I was aware of the submissive feelings and urges brewing in me from that thought. Incredible. And the pleasure was incredible, unbelievable almost. The quivering and shaking, the convulsing and writhing, the jerks from the feeling of release, the moaning…they all continued perpetually. Had it not been for the instruction that I had to ask Mistress to have it stop, I probably would have dissolved away into that fugue again; thoughts were pushed away, I didn’t have any other awareness of my reality beyond this feeling…but as it was I struggled to focus on Mistress as much as I could for when I couldn’t take it anymore. I think I lasted about two minutes in total, I’m not sure. I was completely in the grip of this feeling. When Mistress made it stop it was a strong feeling, but I was drained and spent. I was quivering and shaking, sweating, dishevelled, my hands were clammy…but it was amazing. Utterly amazing. It was a point where I had needed it to stop, begged for release. Having just tried my best to document the experience now I’m swept away with delight about how much power Mistress has over me. I adore it. The details of all that are a little hazy…but it was all consuming pleasure. Each time there is a new plateau we go to together and it is a wonderful journey.

It took me a bit of time to recover from that as you might imagine! And we hadn’t even finished the session yet. Mistress spoke to me and asked me how I was knowing I was pretty out of it and not really able to answer coherently…and she loved doing it. I did too. The afterglow usually felt from an orgasm was amplified so much, I was tingling all over, and my body and skin felt so sensitive. Touching my own hand, and to extent even feeling the clothing on my body added to these tingles. I was completely charged. Possibly a mini mindfuck, but Mistress can’t have known about this until I told her…but once I did she leapt on it. She knew how open I was to her in that moment – she heightened that sensitivity I was feeling along with the intensity of all my triggers. She never misses a trick. She might have had a good idea, but she can’t have known that’s exactly how I would be feeling in that moment in order to make that suggestion…could she? I will never know the answer, so I guess it qualifies as a mini mindfuck. The result of it all that I was charged and in a state of hypersensitivity, and it was all snowballing so completely and wonderfully. It’s certainly proof of how much Mistress takes on board and notes everything that I say!

I think possibly another orgasm might have followed this…I’m not certain as things were still hazy. But whether or not it did, soon I was describing to Mistress how sensitive I was feeling and the effect when I touched my skin…and of course it had only been heightened. I was positively tingling…the afterglow made very physical in a stream of constant pleasurable sensations. Mistress suggested that I should run my fingers over my hand…and the feeling was strong. I’m quite a tactile individual anyway, and my skin is pretty sensitive; if I have fingernails run over the skin of my inside forearm for instance it makes my arm and fingers twitch. But this was nothing like that, it was so much more. My own fingers running over the skin of my own hand was like small charges of electricity – I was reminded very much of the sensations of a violet wand that I had tried on a few occasions during my time on the BDSM scene. Strong tingling pleasure – not arousing in the same way as before but still wonderful, charging me and making me shudder.

By this time Mistress was running her own fingers over her own hands in front of the screen as I watched. I was drinking it all in, I’m not sure how I must have looked in that moment, but I was still very open to her…she suggested then that her fingers were mine and that I could feel the sensations of what she was touching as though I was doing so myself. I felt the soft skin under the tips of my fingers, watched hers wandering down…towards her feet. The sensations in my own fingers continued to increase the more I watched – the suggestion had been planted and was blossoming slowly. How wonderful it felt to rub my Mistress’ feet, what a dream come true. I could feel the soft skin of her soles under my fingers, trace the wrinkles and feel the little flexes, it was incredible. The pleasure was palpable on many levels; the physical sensations I was feeling, and the submissive and arousing thoughts that were running through my mind at that moment. The majority of the time when I think of Mistress’ feet it is to remember or create that feeling of tranquillity or hypnotic euphoria, but this was different. This was stimulating. How I loved it.

The session drew to a close with two more very powerful orgasms, one after the other. The power that word had now just from its mere mention was significant. The amount of times that Mistress had used it already I think certainly helped it root itself deeply in my mind. The pleasure brewed quickly, taking me completely…and I gave myself to it completely. And to her. Two intense orgasms one after the other once Mistress had finished counting down, and I knew she would take every second and prolong it as much as she could. The pleasure built and built as we got nearer, the feelings and the need intensifying more and more. Mistress was bringing me towards an intense climax, the power of that single word ‘orgasm’ fuelling it all…she started to make orgasmic moaning sounds as we got closer…my god it was so stimulating, and I was so ready to release! I can honestly say the course of this session is the longest period of time I have been so consistently and so powerfully aroused, and I have Mistress to thank for all of it. The countdown was so close to the end, she repeated the number two a few times over and over just to draw it out that little bit more…until finally…release. A torrent of pleasure, an explosion of it. Just…phenomenal. My body bucked and shook, hips jerking and quivering as I moaned in orgasm. Powerful and intense pleasure. And no sooner had it started to subside than the second one hit me. Mistress I think has proved that men can have multiple orgasms as well! There was no drop in intensity for the second one, my body gave every scrap of energy to that intense pleasure. I writhed and couldn’t keep still. I couldn’t see Mistress while all this was happening as I was doubled up with it all, hands balled in fists as I was shaking with the intensity. It was a wonderful sensation…so totally wonderful.

Afterwards…well I was totally wiped out. Blissful and euphoric. Like before it took me a little bit of time to come round to the point where I was coherent enough to chat again. Mistress was watching me all the while, prompting me while knowing exactly the kind of state that I was in. There wasn’t very long of the session left now at this point, and from everything that had happened I was ready to have something to eat and rest a little to recharge. It was all so marvellous though. I had time to share my little adaptation of the Agatha All Along song with Mistress before the end – like before I couldn’t see her as I had the words up in front of me. I also played the video to myself so that I could sing along with the tune, if nothing else I thought it would be a good way to distract me from my own terrible singing voice! I heard Mistress laughing as I went through it, which was great. So glad that she enjoyed it!

There was time as it turned out for one final release before the session ended when Mistress used the orgasm trigger again. She held me and teased me before letting me release, counting me down again and drawing out every single possible moment of that pleasure. The feeling was still palpable, my body reacted in the same way as before when the release was given, flooding me with pleasure and the bliss of that orgasmic release. As she has a few times before, Mistress left me feeling like this, floating in my little spacey stupor after an orgasm when she ended the session and the call after making sure I was alright. All I could do was lie back for a bit and centre myself, resting and getting some energy back.

I was feeling sensitive still, as well as drained and as well as wonderful. I could certainly see why Mistress had said more than once that I would need to keep my strength up for it. As I rested I did my best to process everything that had happened as best I could – the feelings of submission throughout when she had made me plead and beg for my release, when she was constantly calling me her footboy, using me as she wanted…everything. It was only after that I was able to put some thought to these things properly as while it had been happening I had just been lost in the moment, but that undercurrent was there, working in tandem with the pleasurable physical sensations. And it felt so wonderful and so thrilling…arousing too. She had made me tell her exactly how it had all felt, made me tell her how aroused it all made me, made me tell her about things I had fantasised about…wow. I say that she had made me tell her – there were instances where she used the truth trigger to have me reveal details, but I wouldn’t have kept secrets from her anyway. I don’t, I’m open and laid bare. This is the way. I was feeling overwhelmingly positive not just from all of this but particularly from the use of the watch (both of them) that had happened several times throughout the course of the session. The effect of the video as I mentioned has added a foundation of positivity to that, a strong boost in confidence and it makes me really happy. So with it having been used the amount of times that it had I was feeling so very charged. I use that word a lot but I’m not quite sure how else to describe it. The most powerful and special afterglow.

It must have been about an hour or so later that I dropped Mistress a little message to say thank you and tell her how incredible it was. She wasn’t online at the time, so I sent it and left it at that. It was around half an hour later that the first significant thing happened; in one of the channels on Discord I typed the phrase ‘Anunna’s experiment continues to be successful’. I saw it on the page after it had been posted, just as I would have done with any other message but had no recollection of how it got there. I wasn’t completely in the dark about it though; with something similar having happened before, and the fact we had a session earlier, I was more than able to make my own opinions on what had happened even though I had no recollection of typing it. I also had no recollection of being told to type it, no memory of any such related suggestion. Mistress had gotten me again, well and truly mindfucked. I loved it. She hadn’t taken the whole session from me but still had obscured a very particular thing in the depths of my mind, ready to be acted on when the appropriate time came. How thrilling. What even is the appropriate time? Does something in particular set it off, or is it random? I guess I could look for a pattern or something even though I have no knowledge of it…but to be perfectly honest I’m happy, very happy, not knowing and just seeing what happens.

That turned out to be the first in a little chain of events over the rest of the evening. Soon after that experiment comment had been posted a Discord user referred to it, someone who had seen the comments from the first-time round and knew what they were about. So for that reason they didn’t ask me why I had posted it or what it meant, but they did comment. The effect this time was different from before; on the previous occasion nothing had happened other than the comment itself and my confusion at how it had come about, but this time there was more. The exchange about it only lasted for a couple of messages, but in that time I felt a developing sense of pleasure about it. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but when it was talked about it made me feel good. More happy and melty than arousal, but good, nonetheless. Writing this now and looking back, perhaps it has something to do with what I wrote in the previous diary, where I documented that fact that the mystery comment came with no additional effects. Though I cannot know for sure (mindfuck), it seems to be another example that Mistress really does note down all the things that I tell her…maybe it is well because she has read that little passage and decided to make it different this time. The thought of that alone is exciting! Mistress replied to my earlier message a short time after and wasted very little time in using the orgasm trigger on me. I asked her if I could release, and of course she made me wait a little before she replied. The pleasure was again just like that first plunge into the depths of orgasm had started but could go no further, it remained there, and I knew it would not happen without Mistress’ say so. She told me that I could release after I had posted in the general chat room how good she is to me. Even with the pleasure rushing me, I took time to revel in how much I loved that, the expression of power she has and how I belong to her. I typed the message as instructed and released as soon as I hot the button to send. Although I had rested I was still very much in the glow of everything that had happened and so this new orgasm was a fresh layer on top of something that had been laid over a long period by Mistress. It felt wonderful.

It’s probably a good job that I’m not at work tomorrow so I’ll have the chance to recuperate from all this a bit! While I had been recovering from the orgasm there had been a small exchange on the general chat channel about the message I had just posted, as always Mistress kept her cards very close to her chest. At one point she mentioned that she didn’t think that I would up chatting as late as usual on account of my feeling a little exhausted…and I knew she was right. It was also a thrill to see the message from her, a further expression of her influence. As I mentioned in the previous diary I have never considered myself to be an exhibitionist as such, but when these things happen I love it. Thinking on it more I consider it to be largely down to Mistress’ positive effect on me, the confidence she has given me and how much she has helped me with my shyness allows me to fully embrace those expressions, to be confident in them and enjoy them and the happiness they give me free of former concerns that might have come with them. It is so liberating and something I shall be forever grateful for. Another experiment message was posted not too long after that – again I’m not sure if I was doing anything specific that might have prompted me to post it. Maybe it was just the fact that I was on Discord? Is it random otherwise? I don’t know. With it already happening earlier there were no questions about it but it nevertheless gave me a small rush of pleasure that it had taken place. Mistress and I were chatting as this was all taking place too and she reiterated how much she had enjoyed what I had made and shared with her. She is so wonderful and supportive about everything! She didn’t mention the experiment comments to me explicitly, but I had noticed emoticon reactions from her on them, so I could only imagine that she might be sat there enjoying the effect of it all taking place.

Another user on Discord enquired as to what it was that had made so exhausted, which Mistress encouraged me to answer. Once I did she called me her good boy…which was heaven at this point with everything that had taken place. It wasn’t that much longer before I did decide to call it a night, after all I guess I had been expending a lot of energy. I fell asleep pretty quickly once I laid down, but I went to bed positively glowing from everything that had happened over the course of the day. Physically, mentally and emotionally I just felt wonderful, like I was on cloud nine. I can’t remember ever feeling so positive and it’s all down to Mistress’ marvellous effect. What a wonderful, beautiful person she is.

Chanel