Saw from twitter that one of my favourite mistresses, Mistress Su is coming to Singapore on 10 - 20 May, so reached out to secure my session with her asap and she asked me to share my first session with her with bros, so here goes.
https://x.com/mistress_su/
I haven’t been sessioning a lot, but came across her twitter handle in this thread and scrolled through her twitter. Her figure looked amazing, and quite frankly her feet is so shapely and beautiful, they put almost all other local dommes to shame, beating even Lucelle.
I couldn’t resist reaching out to her through WeChat and began communicating with her. I tried doing so in my broken Chinese, but she was able to understand English as well. She was professional, but sometimes playful, teasing me about how perverted I was. Although her initial ad specified that appointments had to be made 2-3 days in advance, I tried asking for a same day session since the weekend was turning out to be boring and she surprised me by offering to see me in the evening. After confirming the fee and location, as well as going through my interests and limits, I was ready for the session.
I arrived at the agreed hotel, and sent a message to the Mistress Su informing her that I arrived. Not long after, I received her message, ordering me to wait at the lift lobby for a lady wearing a purple sun hat, sunglasses, and OL clothes, just what I was hoping for.
After a few nerve wrecking minutes, I saw Mistress. She looked slimmer than in the previous photos, and was irresistible in her OL outfit - a white figure hugging top and black miniskirt. When she saw me, she smiled sweetly and asked “Is it you?" I could only manage a meek “Yes,” before the elevator arrived and we went in. In the elevator, I wanted to kneel at her feet so bad, but resisted doing so because of the camera.
After entering the room, I didn't know how the session would start. I stood at the door at a loss, lowering my head and not daring to speak or move. "Kneel there," Mistress pointed to the gap between the bed and the wall. She spoke gently but firmly, and I knew that I would never dare to disobey her. I immediately got on my knees and crawled over to the spot she had pointed at . I still didn't dare to look up, just staring at the ground in front of her feet. Mistress took off her sunglasses, sat on top of the table and took a sip of water. "Crawl over here,” she commanded. Hearing the order, I scrambled to her eagerly like a dog being offered food. With Mistress perched on the table, my face was right at the height of her high-heeled feet. While I was contemplating whether I would be ordered to start licking her heels, she chided me, “Do dogs have the right to wear clothes? Then why are you not naked?" It was only then that I realized that I had not taken off my clothes in my nervousness. I hurriedly took off my clothes and piled them in the corner, leaving only my underwear on. While I was hesitating what to do with them, she instructed “Take them it off!" I complied by quickly taking off my underwear and kneeing down at her feet again. "If you don’t know how to behave, I will not show you mercy again,” she whispered softly but fiercely into my ear as she leaned down. “Yes… yes, mistress,” I could only stutter.
As Mistress leaned back on the table, she traced my face with the tip and sides of her high heels. I could smell a hint of her feet alongside a faint leather smell. Feeling the different textures of the high heels and stockings rubbing against my face made me excited and my hardon grew. I could not resist rubbing my face into her instep and heels as they moved, like two partners in a dance, except instead of two people it was my face and her feet. The indulgent expression on my face and my extremely erect penis below were both noticed by Mistress, who laughed at me contemptuously, "What a cheap slut!"
Mistress then dangled her heels, creating a gap between her feet and heels. She ordered “I want to hear you smelling hard!” I quickly inserted my nose into the gap and inhaled the fragrance inside, as if the gap was a gateway to heaven opened by mistress for a dog slave like me. How I really wish I could just tunnel in there and immerse myself entire self in her essence. As the weather was hot, Mistress’ stockinged feet was already beginning to sweat a little. The fragrance of her sweat mixed with the unique smell of high heels made me even more excited, and I was soon intoxicated.
[to be continued…]