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by egyptianslave4u

Actually this was the best surprise i have ever had "Mistress Tiffany is going to visit Egypt" so i hurry up and booked a
session with her, she was very professional over the phone she didn't push me she gave me full time to express my
desires she even asked my for some tiny details.
When i first saw her i felt strange, feeling a mix between fear and desire , she started talking to me to make me feel safe
and comfortable and this was very important and then she put her collar on me and finally i am Mistress Tiffany's slave :)

She is really different, she totally controlled my mind and made me feel like a slut ..She made me go crazy by teasing and
denial i reached to the edge to a point i never reached before and then she returned me back saying "you are not
allowed to c*m now slut", she gave me sensations i have never felt before anywhere. And finally i couldn't leave her
without saying i love you miss as she controlled my mind and am sure any slave will meet her will fall in love with her
and will never leave without saying "i love you Miss".

Finally. Miss Tiffany, i will always be your loyal slave here in Egypt and i cant wait to see you here again in Egypt.

by Fireman1967 (FetLife)

I have sessioned for about 20 years with some of the MOST well known and Famous Mistress and Doms from San
Francisco to LA to NYC to Houston and many more places....I will say that Mistress Tiffany who I recently sessioned with
was unlike any other before...Miss Tiffany can read your mind and hit ALL the buttons, her voice and mind transcends
into your psyche and you will feel totally and absolute in her realm. I had a Tickle Torture Session and not a wimpy foo
foo BS session...It was a TRUE NO MERCY, NO Break True Merciless Tickle Torture Session, the more I became
hysterical the more Miss Tiffany Tickle Tortured....It is NOT a Session for Pretend Tickle Subs, it will be a REAL Tickle
Torture you have NEVER experienced, and you are under the hands and fingers of a True Sadistic Tickler....If you really
are into Tickle Torture, Miss Tiffany is the GO TO Mistress....She is also amazingly knowledgeable in SO many areas of
play, you will leave feeling Exhilarated and blown away....Miss Tiffany has the face of an Angel, and the actions of a
REAL Queen of Domination, leaving one feeling absolutely under HER control and at her beck and call....I cannot wait for
the chance to hear and feel her fingers Tickling me into NO mercy Oblivion...Take it from a person with years of true time
Sessions, Miss Tiffany is for real, the best you will find out there...Do NOT mess with her and abide by her rules or else...
She is NO nonsense a true Professional and demands that from you....

Mistress I am not sure how to write a review and am not really good with details so I would just like to write what I think
others should know about you rather than the details of our session.

I have met at least a dozen ProDommes over the years and my experience with you was one of the most genuine,
sensual and intense sessions I have ever had. I am kicking myself for waiting so long to meet you and I cannot wait to see
you again. I am glad I choose to go with one of your membership packages.

I found your photos to be more than accurate, your beauty is unique and you’re stunning in every way. Thank you for the
privilege of serving you, I know I have found the right Domme for me. I have never met anyone who was so
psychologically and physically in tune with me.
Until we meet again.
Your joey

This was my first visit with Mistress Tiffany. I found her ad and was instantly attracted to her photos and the more I looked
and read about her the more I had to read and learn about her. I read some of her blog and her fetlife page and that was
it for me, I saw she had real personal submissives and she seemed to be active in the lifestyle this was one of the things
that intellectually attracted me to her, I knew that this woman was real in everything she did and this is an understatement
once I met her that was it for me, I am ruined now, this has been one of the most fantastic experiences with a dominant I
have encountered.

After I did some research and read about Mistress Tiffany and knew she was the one for me I called her as instructed on
her website, I made  my appointment a couple of days in advance, she was very pleasant to talk to, she has a great
voice, was very understanding smart and witty. She never rushed me on the phone, she got me to open up about my
fetishes and asked what I was interested in and then clarified how my fetishes interested her, this was a relief, I could tell
she understood me and enjoyed the same things I liked.  I have a weakness for a woman’s feet and legs and also enjoy
as Mistress calls it “toy play” and have always been curious about pegging but never tried it.  

After we talked she gave me a time to call her the same day our appointment was to get directions.  I called her on time
and she gave me her address with some additional parking instructions along with some clarification and rules on
discretion which made me feel better, I like how private she is.  

Her place is as she described, private, upscale and clean.  I felt very comfortable and once I arrived and knocked on the
door, I felt my heart racing when I stepped inside and saw her, she looked even better than her photos, more vibrant and
she has an amazing smile, she should smile more in her photos.  

She took me into her playroom as she likes to call it and I was impressed with how comfortable and organized everything
was, she has more things than in her photos and plenty of room.  

She had me take care of my donation as she had given pre instructions on how to handle that. She sat down and had me
kneel at her feet, she had on some nice open toe shoes and pointed to at least a dozen other variety that she had on
some shelves and told me later that I could pick out different pairs and put them on her.  

She placed a collar and cuffs on me and then touched me some after she tied up my “boys”. It was so sensual and she
had me so aroused with how she ran her nails over me it was amazing. After teasing me like that some she stood up and
pulled me up by my collar and laid me across her table and strapped me down, after strapping me down she asked me to
pull my hips up some and then she elevated the end of the table so my butt was raised up in the air, I felt so vulnerable
and open as soon as she did this. She then teased me more by running her hands over my body and she got her face
close to mine like she was going to kiss me, but she didn’t, she just teased me, and then she pointed down towards my
cock and lower part of my body and laughed and said I was air humping like a horny dog and sure enough she was right,
she had me do turned on that I was thrusting my hips in the air. She told me she knew what horny dogs like I needed and
then walked over to some drawers, I could not really see her, but I could hear her going through her drawers, she walked
back over to me with many different things in her hands, I had no idea what she had. She sat down at the end of the table
which is a type of medical table and pulled some sort of table out.  All I could see was her amazing breasts over her bra
and her face and then I saw her snap on a pair of latex gloves.

I am not the type of guy to kiss and tell as this part was very private to me so use your imagination, no amplify that a 100
times. AMAZING!

After she used many different “vibrating implements on me and I “lost control” she then freed me from the table, she sat
back down and had me kneel at her feet, she gave me some oil and had me massage her legs and feet, and as I did this
she started sticking her toes in my mouth one at a time then she started shoving more in, she said she was trying to see
how many she could fit into my mouth, this was very hot.

After she was done with Me she slid down squatting over my lap and got her face close to me and grabbed my face and
told me to keep my mouth shut, she ran her tongue over my lips and then pressed her lips against mine, sat up and told
me she was done using me.

I was in awe, throbbing again and even more aroused.

She offered me a shower and I accepted, she walked me to the bathroom and had everything laid out for me, she turned
on the shower, wrapped her arms around me and hugged me and told me she had a good time.  I showered and cooled
myself off and then returned back to her play room where she was waiting, she had changed and was casual now and
even more sexy wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She said she had some errands to run after our time so she went
ahead and got dressed, it was amazing that she was even sexier dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, she really is a attractive
woman, breathtakingly attractive for me.

She walked me to the door, gently kissed me again and had my head back on cloud 9. I went to my car and sat there for
a few seconds to catch my breath, I looked down at the clock and was shocked to see our appointment had ran 45
minutes later, WOW how time flies when you’re having fun.

Thank you Mistress Tiffany for one of the most amazing experiences of my life and I beg you allow me to return.

JL

(From a Personal submissive/Not a Professional session).  

Mistress Tiffany knows my inner most thoughts and feelings. She says that She is an empath and i believe Her. She has
named my little cock, chelsea, and likes to tease me about how small chelsea is and the fact that chelsea oozes precum
while She is playing with chelsea. I wear a penis plug to keep the juices inside, but Mistress pulls the stainless steel plug
out a bit and pushes it back into my urethra making some slime ooze from the tip. She touches Her finger to it and makes
me lick Her finger. She is having fun. When playtime really starts She has me put down a towel next to Her couch and
kneel in my stockings (but i'm allowed to take off my heels). She likes to play tease and denial. She has me move closer,
She strokes my hard cock, (the penis plug is already out). She breathes on my cock, Her hot breath makes me squirm.
She strokes and stops, She smiles with those luscious lips. Mistress is making me Her slut. She puts bright red lipstick on
me, She also freshens up Her makeup and i watch, fascinated by Her beauty. Mistress takes out Her scissors and with a
dark smile cuts off my panties. She strokes chelsea again and says that we will play the cum on 10 game. She strokes my
hard red cock slowly, my hips move with a humping motion and She admonishes me. We start again. I am shaking,
kneeling before Mistress, helpless. She tells me to spread my legs, She wears a rubber glove covered with lubricant, as
She strokes my cock, She counts, never reaching 10 but i don't cum, i am trying to please Her, i promise Her that i would
do anything for Her and that She can do anything to me. I am shaking. She tells me that i am to be Her slut to use as She
wants, She enters me with Her gloved hand, one finger, two, more. She says that She has a client that will use me, fuck
me, make me suck his cock while She watches. She will make money with Her slut and i say yes while She strokes my
cock with one hand and increases pressure on my insides with the other. She is not counting- i can't help myself, i cum
and cum into Mistress' hand. It is the greatest orgasm that i have had in years, then She lifts Her hand to my face and i
open my mouth to eat my cum. I am happy to eat my own cum. Mistress is training me, i know that. I am Her slut now and
sit writing this, obsessed with Her, Beautiful and Demanding, Mistress Tiffany.

It has been years since I found myself in a dangerous predicament, in a scene that involves fear. I know it is in my nature,
especially when I have so many times forcibly descended deeper into my “death wish” scenarios with several
Mistresses…the kind of scene that leaves me wondering if I can reverse the decision, escape with my life, or escape the
worst possible outcome. I must have been sending some signals that fateful Sunday night when…

I sent Mistress Tiffany an email requesting consideration for a session with her, having time in Atlanta and deeply
desiring a “real-time” session. For the last seven years I have had to play primarily online. While I love self-bondage,
having someone actually hands-on controlling the situation is intoxicating. I miss it dearly.
I looked at pictures of Mistress Tiffany and gazed deeply into an intense set of eyes that beckoned me…not just my mind
but my soul, tingling my deepest desires to experience that scenario that would strike fear right into my heart. I brushed
these fantasies away knowing that first time fear play with a Mistress was not practical…I mean, asking her to bag me,
drown me, hang me, or even make me pass out from the intensity only happened with Mistresses I knew for many years
after they entered my mind and my heart.

Mistress Tiffany required me to have an interview with her, which kept me hopeful that her experience would place me in
an intense predicament…so I went with it. Before I called her, I took long looks at her Fetlife photos…her beauty was
indescribable. Her eyes and lips hypnotized me, and beckoned to me like a siren’s call to a sailor. I almost felt as if she
was speaking to my mind in her photos…
When we finally spoke, she ran the customary questions that established my legitimacy. I was sure to keep my desires in
check and to describe my surface needs…I was too scared to really submerge into fear play…not for the first time with
someone I did not know…

You know a BDSM Mistress is good when she interprets your thoughts before you even say anything…and even better
when she does so over the phone. Mistress said that she was empathic, that she can read a person and their
desires…and enjoys discovering and achieving those needs. She asked me about what I enjoyed doing during sessions.
Being a sassy submissive cross-dresser (to push the Mistress a bit), I said “You are the empath, tell me what I enjoy
doing”. A moment of silence got me worried, as I may have been too sassy too early. Mistress graciously, said “you enjoy
fear, and I will burn my image into your mind after this session for the rest of your life.” I almost fainted…
I felt my submissive side erupt in a wave of confessions of my death wish scenarios, feeling drawn to the prospect of an
intense scene…and her power. Mistress learned more of my experience and desires, and confessed herself that she has
been waiting for someone to surface with a fear play request…someone that she can inflict her power upon and push to
the edge. I could hear it in her voice even before she told me…she was wet. She admitted needing time to prepare for
me. She repeated her earlier theme…she would be burned into mind by session’s end, for the rest of my life. I had no
doubt and convinced myself to not turn back…

When Mistress opened the door to let me in, she stood before me and had already burned images in my mind…with
deep, full red lips and immaculate smooth skin, make-up that made her eyes glow, and an intense aura of powerful magic
luring me into her dungeon. Mistress Tiffany is not only so very beautiful, but has this energy that you feel in her
presence. I felt butterflies in my stomach and an ache in my body that comes with burning desire to have more of her…I
knew I would be challenged to fight against her will, and her intense control I was about to submerge into. Yet, I felt
comfortable with her, almost feeling a sense of relaxing calm inside of me. I knew not what was coming…

She led me to the dungeon and made me take my clothes off. She gracefully sat in front of me while I stood in front of her
awaiting her next move. She pulled a spool of thin bright orange string out and began to tie my cock and balls…she
expertly separated each ball and wrapped my package tightly…and made sure she gave it a tug I won’t forget. She pulled
some of my anna clothes out of my backpack, and began dressing me…starting with the pantyhose, then my girdle and
then my shoes. She made me select a pair from her display. I ended up with a tall pair of purple heels, peep toe. Mistress
instructed me to walk correctly; I know I impressed her with my gait.
“Anything I should know before we start?” I told her about my bad experience with canes…and she smiled in a way that I
knew was sinister…
My next task was to pick a pair of shoes for her. I chose a pair of black round toe shoes that were not all that fantastic
alone, but when she put them on, I was swimming in ecstasy looking at her fine legs…I stared at her beautiful figure while
she walked, not noticing what she was getting…

I found myself lying on my back on her bondage table with her unraveling a huge piece of rope. The rope was extremely
long, and she made sure to tell me that “I am going to use it all on you, one piece so that you cannot get out.” She began
with tying my hands above my head and to the bottom of the table, secure enough for me to realize I was at her mercy.
She weaved a symmetrical and secure web around my body and to the table until the whole upper half of my body was
attached to the table. Mistress then took the string bondage and pulled so hard I saw stars…I know she was testing my
bondage, and I quickly realized I was unable to stop her…except closing my legs to protect myself. When I did so, she
went into a frenzy of pinching my thighs so hard I realized I was going to have to suffer if I fight back…and I did.
She was so infuriated with me that she got a spreader bar and pried my ankles apart, punishing me with that tight string.
She began crushing my balls. Crying out in pain was not going to stop her…and teach me a lesson. And then the tough
parts of the session began…

She began threading the bondage rope through a connector on the middle of the spreader bar. When she pulled the
rope tightly behind me, my legs immediately went over my head…and she pulled the rope so tightly my spread high
heeled feet were nearly level with my head. The pain I felt in my thighs was intense…and then I realized I was staring at
my bound cock, my ass high in the air, and unable to block any access to my ass pussy. I knew many things could
happen next…

Her laughter at my predicament was striking fear into me, but not as much until she told me what will happen next. She
ran her finger nails seductively across my stretched thighs and commented on a few tortures I began to realize…fucking
me with a dildo, fisting me, making me shoot my load into my mouth, and caning me were options. But I never realized my
worst fear as she walked behind me and said “I know you have been eyeing the stuff in the room, but I have things
hidden that you haven’t seen yet…I want to inject you with this…” and she came into my limited view holding a syringe.
“When I do, you will pass out, wake up somewhere with your ass sore and never realize what happened to you…and you
will be on your own.” I freaked out…I love bondage that I cannot get out of, and now I hated wishing this upon myself
because I could not stop what was about to happen to me…

She gave me a test…she changed her music to a set of Madonna songs…and then said “If you can guess this album
after two songs, I will give you a reward – two things for you to choose from. If not, I will cane you.” I could feel the panic
inside of me…while I knew the song, and even the next song, I wasn’t sure of which Madonna album it was. I couldn't be
caned, I knew I would cry. I effectively began distracting her with moaning and begging…so I could get to the third song.
Halfway through the third song, she realized my strategy and began pulling the string. My body was in pain and fear
enveloped me. “What is the album anna!” she grilled me…I guessed True Blue…and I was wrong.

She picked up the needle, and I began to panic. She began telling me how hot she was getting knowing I would pass out,
and she would do anything she wanted with me. She said she wanted this and began breathing hard…I was thinking
about work and being left somewhere in the woods, tied up. I began breathing hard, almost to becoming light headed.
When she put the needle down, I got my composure for a moment, until I heard the next sound…
I knew it well. Plastic bags have a distinct sound when being spread open. I tested my bonds again and knew I should be
breathing deeply. Mistress informed me “there is more than one way to knock you out”…
I felt the bag being wrapped around my head. I couldn't grab it. But Mistress had difficulty with the rope from the bar
being tied behind my head to the table. So she released the rope holding my legs up…I felt my legs relax as I stretched
them. Just as I was enjoying the moment, she got behind the head of the table and began bagging me…I struggled
knowing she was going to make me pass out. I know this because she was cursing at me while pulling the plastic
tight…she was moaning and screaming like she was having an orgasm…I could see her throw her head back like she
was orgasming and really panicked when I truly believed she was so caught up in her own ecstasy that I could pass out
without her knowing…then she released the bag…gasping for air…

“You are going to tell me you love me. Do it now. Say it…” Something inside of me urged me to defy her. So I did, and
she became crazed again with bagging me…
“How about now…do you love me?” I knew I was in trouble, but wanted to fight back…unable to fight in any way other
than with defiance. “I am getting there” I defiantly said…and the bag went back on.
I saw tingles this time…I thrashed around fighting, but losing air…I couldn't believe what was happening…and yet felt this
intense calm coming over me. The bag opened up…and I rejoiced in a deep breath, fighting the urge to pass out.
“Are you ready to say it”…

“Almost there” I defiantly said again. This time, she was serious. The bag went back on, but this time she was pissed. She
then pressed her beautiful breasts over my face and held me firm, bag on my head, against her breasts. I tried to move
my head sideways to get a breath…but failed against her grip. I got to the point where I stopped struggling, and became
resolved that I was going out, defiantly victorious but possibly dead at her hands. I felt this calm again take me over, a
serene blackness coming to me. This time the bag came off and I felt myself slipping deeper…but fought to come back.

As everything came back to me, Mistress checked on me for a moment, giving me a small break and a drink of water. I
felt so safe with this crazed, powerful, hot, beautiful woman…I know it sounds weird. But then hell broke loose when she
said “fuck it” and began choking me with her hand. “Bitch, say it! Tell me you love me!”…I knew I was in trouble, but I only
had my defiance to wield at her…my only weapon. “Maybe soon” I squeezed out of my swelling throat. She then put me
over…she crushed my left ball so hard I caved and began crying out loud “I love you Mistress…I love you!”.

She stopped and put her lovely lips and eyes right up to my face and tenderly said “Really?” in the softest most soothing
tone. Then it hit me…she set me free. Free of my fears, free of my pain, free of the skeletons we all hide in our past, free
of so many worries…she broke me…and set me free. I said in the most heartfelt passion charged with every fiber of
energy and sincerity I could generate “Yes Mistress, I love you.” She conquered me. Even as bound as I was, I was free. I
have never in my life felt so connected with someone…they were not just words.

“Now that we got that out of the way, you are going to pay”. Knowing how crazed she is, I really began to worry…she
disappeared out of sight again...
When she came back into view, she had this thin long piece of rope and was doubling it over. “You know what this is
right?” She wrapped each end around each hand and disappeared from sight…I knew I was in trouble as images of being
strangled hit me…so did the rope around my neck. She was strangling me now screaming “You love me don’t you!” and
tightening. She began that sexual moaning and grunting again, like she was getting off on my fear. The more I fed it to
her, the tighter it got. My face was bulging…I could barely utter “yes Mistress…please”…

She finally stopped and got back into a tender moment of caressing me. Seductively stroking my body with her
fingernails…like I was her pet. When she disappears from sight again, I know I am in trouble…

Mistress was putting on latex gloves…and picked up the syringe. “Now…I want you to experience this”…
I cried out knowing full well she was capable. I read in her eyes that she was going to do it. I begged. “Ok then…I want
something else from you”. She began greasing her finger and shoved it in my ass. I could feel her teasing my prostate.
I can’t explain what happened next with any sensibility, other than I felt overloaded. I begged for her to stop. I know she is
extremely intuitive and realized something was not right. She is empathic; I know she read my emotion. She let me out of
my bondage and sat on the couch…I crawled over to her and just began crying. She held me in a hug that I will never
forget. I was not hurt; rather I was so happy that I let all my emotions out in a joyous moment that will live in my mind
forever. She set me free…and she was there with me. Mistress did things to me/for me that have never happened. Once I
got my composure, I realized that when I used to engage in edge play, it was gradual over time. I went to these levels
before, but over time. She took me there all at once…and I realized I missed it so much that I felt this rejoicing bliss when
she brought me back. It had been almost 10 years since I had fear play. She brought it back to me, and I truly did love
her for it.

Mistress took the time to help me recover…I massaged her feet while she spoke to me…about how hot the session was
for her, how she too missed being able to play with that intensity with someone who enjoys it. She instructed me to lie
down on the floor. She straddled my back and said “can you feel that?” I felt her hot pussy, wet and warm, on me. The
warmth felt like it originated from her body and was flowing out of her vagina (the next day I found burn marks on my back
from how hot she was!) I felt like a kid again…and loved the way she smiled at me. She repeatedly told me how she cares
about her clients, and I could see it in her eyes and feel it in her heart. She told me that she wanted me to be pushed to
the edge, and I complimented her on how well she did so. She is a fantastic woman, and she took my “after care”
seriously. I cannot express in words what she did with me, for me, and how connected I felt with her.
“Now, you owe me 10 with the cane. Assume the position”. She removed her wet pantyhose and wrapped it around my
head and began to administer her reward. And she did it again, she set me free with ten lashes of a cane…an instrument
that 25 years ago I was beaten mercilessly by my first Mistress even after safe wording…an event that made me shut
down even being near a cane. Mistress Tiffany set me free of my pain. I counted up to 10 while she caressed my soul
with that cane. Now, I fantasize about canes every day because of her. Just writing this makes my heart well-up with joy
and happiness…she is truly a special angel that touched my life.

I will dedicate myself to telling her about edge play predicaments that I crave…I know she wants to know the details so
that the next time we meet, we will both enter a new world. I love her dearly. And, yes, she is burned into my soul for the
rest of my life…

I talked to my mistress prior to actually meeting her in person. I told her some of my interest and about my limited
experience. I told her how a girlfriend from my past had made me wear panties every day for a month. This girl also used
a strap-on on me. I told her how I felt during all of it. We discussed some of the things that I am interested in.
So it came time for me to meet my mistress. She opened the door and instantly I was amazed by the shape of her lips.
The red lipstick she had on excited me. We talked again about what I had done before and the interests that I have now.
It started with me stripping. After that a string was tied around me testicles. Every movement of the string had a different
feeling. Then I was told to step into a pair of panties. I was overwhelmed with pleasure. My mind was racing, and the
anticipation was more than I had even thought possible.
I had dropped to me knees like I was told and waited for what would happen next. My mistress walked across the room
and got a collar. She placed the collar around my neck. Then restraints went on my wrist. I stood up and I was folded
over a table. The restraints were hooked to each other and I was unable to move. My mistress got out a collection of
canes. She started by lightly striking me on each side of my ass. Then she gave me several stern strikes. Each strike
sent sensations and pleasure through my entire body. Though I felt pain, it was blocked out of my mind and overtaken by
enjoyment.
I started climbing up on to the table. My mistress encouraged me to get all the way on the table. My mistress then
inserted two vibrating objects inside of me. I got an erection and my body shivered. My mistress noticed my reaction and
called me a slut. I loved hearing that. Then a vibrating ring was put on my penis. My legs turned to jello. Perfection is the
only way to explain it. Mistress continued to cane me. I was trying to hold back put was unable to keep from moaning.
I begged my mistress for water. She took a drink and spit the water into my mouth. Mistress did this twice. After that my
mistress walking behind me and I could not see her. Without warning she would push against me and my body would go
limp from the stimulation of what she was doing. She would smack and squeeze my testicles. Mistress released me from
the table.
She sat down and had me on my knees in front of her. I still had the objects in my ass vibrating. My mistress then ran her
hands up and down my body. Every touch from her fingers on my body made me melt. The scent of her perfume was
intoxicating and soothing. Mistress then teased me with her amazing lips. She would get her lips near mine and the tease
me by acting like she was going to kiss me. I tried to pull away from my mistress and she grabbed my collar and yanked
me closer to her. The look in her eyes made me submit even more. I pledged to serve her in every way possible. My
mistress removed the vibrating objects from my ass. The session came to an end but it will forever be in my mind. Thank
you so much mistress.

Friday 26th was like "The day" for me, with so much anticipation, I was looking forward to it. Yes it would me my initiation
day into this lifestyle and was with Mistress Tiffany. I felt like a school boy going to his finals, excited to reach an end (end
of the anticipation) and the worry of the test itself and the outcome.

I had met Mistress Tiffany on Thursday and till Friday had spent with her an awesome time. Friday at 10 pm I get there,
go into the room and Oh My God, there she way, a Goddess out of a Greek mythology story, the Aphrodite, so many
talked about in poetry and even sculptured. I stood at the door in a daze, Mistress with her finger ushered me to come in
and kneel at her feet. I did it like I was hypnotized, mesmerized by her, I was there at her feet I less than a second. She
was so Gorgeous, she was so hypnotic, I was an out this world experience. As soon as at was at her feet, she placed a
collared me, wow, it was the moment I so much waited for, tone collared by Mistress. Then she proceeded into dominating
me. She tied me to her shoes (will post the picture) and had me on a leash. I did whatever she commanded, I felt
pleasure through the pain she inflicted, it was an amazing experience. She then proceeded through the session, it was
like a dream come through, the pain, the humiliation and the complete surrender to Mistress Tiffany. I was dominated,
tortured sensually, physically and mentally and enjoyed every minute. I asked for more, I wanted to make Mistress Tiffany
happy and hopefully prove to her I am a subby to be considered a long time slave to her.

Mistress Tiffany, I want to be there under your feet and your command and wish I could fulfill every wish and every
command you think of.

Mistress Tiffany you are the Greatest.