I had always had fantasies of submitting to a beautiful, dominant woman, and during a recent visit to London I finally plucked up the courage to turn fantasy into reality. I was lucky enough to find Mistress Kizumi’s’ website and e-mailed her. She very graciously responded, and we were able to set up a session for the following week. The whole booking process was very easy and for me at least quite exciting.
I was a little nervous on the day itself, but as soon as Mistress Kizumi greeted me at the door all my doubts vanished. Its not just that she was even more beautiful in person than in her pictures, but that she had a warm friendly smile that instantly put me at my ease.
We went downstairs and sat together for a few minutes to discuss the session. I found myself describing thoughts and fantasies that I had not shared with anyone before. After this I was told to go to the bathroom and return naked and ready to serve. I did so with alacrity and found myself greeting Mistress Kizumi again – this time properly by kissing her boots. After taking a moment to inspect her new property she placed a collar around my neck, attached a leash, and had me crawl after her kissing the floor in the wake of her footsteps. I felt a delicious sense of submission mixed with a sense of pride in serving such a wonderful Goddess. The sight of our reflection (her: powerful, exquisitely figured and golden haired; me: nude, leashed and crawling ) only served to intensify my emotions and arousal.
After our stroll I was commanded to worship her boots, something that sent me into subby-seventh heaven. Then Mistress Kizumi told me to kiss all the lace-eyelets of her boots from bottom to top. Despite my enthusiasm for the task I missed one. Mistress Kizumi decided, quite rightly, that I deserved to be punished.
I was strapped to a bench and given a taste of the paddle and the crop. It was during this punishment that I suffered from a bout of coughing – I was mortified because I didn’t want to let Mistress Kizumi down by interrupting the flow of the session, but she handled the situation superbly. As I struggled to master my cough I heard a gentle feminine voice ask if I needed water, I said yes, expecting to be handed a glass. Of course I found myself on my hands and knees drinking from a dog bowl. The way that Mistress Kizumi was able to show me kindness whilst emphasising her dominance at the same time impressed me deeply.
Toward the end of session I was allowed to touch myself under Mistress Kizumi’s supervision but here I failed again – her beauty, her soft voice, her charisma and my own selfishness and lack of self control – all conspired to push me over the edge without permission.
After I had showered we sat in the sitting room for a short chat and discussed the session. I have to confess that I was worried about my performance as a sub, but to my relief and gratitude Mistress Kizumi said she would allow me to serve her again the next time I was in London . She also said I might benefit from a period in chastity, something I would definitely like to try at some point. She stood up and I thought all was over but Mistress Kizumi told me to say goodbye by kissing her shoes one more time. I did so gently, reverently and our session was at end.
I left the studio on an endorphin high with my head filled with thoughts of Mistress Kizumi and the magic time I had had with her….so much so I missed my stop.
In summary I can’t recommend Mistress Kizumi highly enough.
Slave F