Mistress Chloe is an expert in the field of domination. It is an honour to be under Her control and to suffer for Her happiness. She can be like a pussy cat - soft, warm, playful. But she can turn in an instant, claws extended, lashing out without mercy. i learnt today not to upset Her. Entering Her domain is like stepping on egg shells. One does it with care, thoughtfulness, and fear, lest one should break a single one. .i was intoxicated by Mistress' presence before the session had started. This session had the hallmark traits of Mistress Chloes' unique brand of domination. She spoke, softly and calmly, but with purpose. Her fingers found Their way to my nipples. No gloves today - Her nails bit into the protruding flesh. Her skillfil manipulation made me fully erect. Her effect on me is quite staggering, as i remained hard for the full 3 hours. This just does not happen to me! i would never wish to fail Her, and always give of my best. But my nervousness in Her presence does things to what little brain i have. The simplist of tasks, remembering a new set of rules, was beyond me. What started as whispered, softly spoken words, became agony as She pulled violently on my earlobe yanking my head to one side. i was unable to repeat exactly what She had just told me. my mind was a blank. For that indiscretion i received a most severe thrashing, from my shoulders - horizontally, vertically, criss cross - all down my back to my legs. In excess of 100 lashes, i lost count as i tried to take in the new instructions. The wind was knocked out of my chest and i nearly staggered forward losing my balance, such was the severity. i was very grateful to be taught such a fine lesson. Mistress strapped me to the St Andrews cross where She really started to work on my nipples. They are most sensitive but Mistress Chloe has a knack of gently teasing and arousing them, heightening their sensitivity. Only then do the nails come into play. Nipping them in an extreme pinch, smiling, purring with pure pleasure, She must have known it was agony, yet my erection grew ever stiffer. Pulling, twisting, up, down, round and round, pinch harder, pull - "you are in heaven, aren't You, little boy, or is it hell?" She purred. i begged for more pain, She purred again, and duly obliged. It was quite extraordinary. i had never felt such pain yet was so happy and content. She is wonderful and i know i would do anything for Her. Released from those tortures i was allowed to worship Mistress Chloes' new shoes. With Her heel deep in my throat She moved her foot, twisting it then forcing it left and right almost to the ground. It was very awkward to continue but that made the worship all the more special. The moment i had waited for. Mistress Chloe stood up, made me lay down and began to walk all over me. "Just what I need, a new carpet. You'll do!" Under the weight of Her body i could hear her laughter. She purposefully dug the heels into my flesh, twisting the heels to and fro. It was a most intense, divine moment. i could not thank Mistress enough. Of course it hurt, but that is all i want. Walking up my spine, i could feel the shoe on the back of my neck, pushing my head into the ground. i was so lucky. Mistress sat down and scratched the heels, criss crossing my body all over, making Her divine inscriptions in my flesh. "Do you look in the mirror at My marks, boy? Do you feel them, run your fingers over them? Hmmmmm? How long do they remain?" Mistress moved to Her throne. "I need a footstool, boy" i quickly knelt before Her and felt the spikes dig into my shoulders. Dig, dig, dig as she adjusted Her position for Her comfort (or was it for my discomfort? - whatever - i just loved it). Her foot rested on the back of my head, pushing it into the ground. Then it moved onto my neck. i could feel every movement, the rocking, the pressure, the scratching, and did not want it to stop. The isolation chamber. i was put in a box, strapped in, hooded, and left. Mistress departed, leaving me to consider what i had learnt today. The loneliness of not being abused was the most awful torture. It should have been a respite for me, but i longed to be hurt, and to hear Her laughter. Eventually Mistress Chloe returned. Fortunately i remembered everything.

She made me put on a PVC maid's outfit and wear the highest, tightest pair of black patent high heel shoes possible. i struggled to walk, let alone walk in a feminine manner. Mistress laughed at my pathetic attempts, but nevertheless slapped my face quite harshly for failing. i was ordered to polish the wooden equipment and leather restraints. When Mistress checked my work it did not please Her. Slap, slap, slap for every failure. (It was almost worth doing a bad job!) The final honour was to polish Her shoes as they graced Her feet. The final humiliation was to be put in the corner of the dungeon and made to relieve myself in a dogs' bowl - all the time hearing Mistress laugh at me, humiliating me. i have never climaxed so much in my life. There was so much more, it really was the best session i have experienced. i did not realise what happiness there can be in suffering, in giving yourself totally to another. Mistress Chloe is not just another, She is very special, exceedingly beautiful, intelligent, and a joy to be with.