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Originally Posted by psychogeorge
My favourite aspect of her style of play is that she is open and very willing to try. Plus, she has the ability to blend playfulness, sensuality, strict and sadistic together. Most importantly, is for any sub approaching her to be very open and clear in your communication. Over time and multiple sessions, with more rapport and chemistry it will get even better each time. That's also the reason why I always make an effort to see her when she visits Singapore. Hope this helps.
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I want to second George that Mistress Su is an immaculate professional. While some dommes waste away the session time like spending super long trying intricate knots and using the client as a test dummy, or leaving the client alone while digging to toys or doing preps, there is very little down time with Mistress Su.
That is why 1 hour with her is usually enough instead of the 1.5 or 2 hours required with other dommes. This makes her higher rates actually lower in terms of value and real time spent playing. Once I asked for 1.5hours but couldn't control myself and came at the one hour mark and she insisted that I take a refund for the 0.5 hours. She prides herself on delivering and not just a mindless money grabber (unless you're into that sort of thing).
Anyway, while waiting for my session (she is fully booked today unfortunately), here is the start of my recap of my second session with her. I had not tried golden shower, and wanted that to be ticked off my bucket list, so asked Mistress Su to force me to consume hers, even if I resisted.
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It was a Saturday, so I left my office at noon, skipping lunch to meet Mistress Su first. Mistress Su was staying in a hotel that required a keycard so she came down to pick me up. When the elevator door opened and I saw Mistress Su, I was both excited and nervous, and my legs felt weak. Her presence made me want to kneel down before her immediately, but I had to control myself in public. She was dressed very professionally in her usual OL-outfit - a tight fitting white blouse and a short black skirt. It was tantalising. When Mistress noticed that I didn't speak, she turned around and walked back into the elevator. I hurriedly followed, said "Hello Mistress" softly, and stood beside her, lowering my gaze to her feet and heels. The elevator stopped at the 5th floor, and I followed Mistress towards the room.
After entering the room, Mistress sat on the bed and ordered me to wash up first. I came out of the room naked, and Mistress was already sitting on the chair at the desk. Her elbows were propped up on the desk with a magazine in her hands as she flipped through it. The image of her was so beautiful. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, Mistress turned her gaze to me, and beckoned to me by curling her index finger. I immediately scurried over to her side, my hard breaths caressing her thighs. Mistress continued to read the magazine and ordered: "Lick my feet." I obediently knelt up, with my hands on the edge of the table, and began to lick her heels which were propped on the table. Mistress was wearing black stockings, unlike the nude stockings previously which I found even sexier. As I licked, I could not resist breathing in the scent of her feet which was mixed with a faint smell of the leather from her high heels. At the same time, I could feel the body heat emanating from her feet on to my face as I pressed up against her instep. Mistress did not deign to move her feet, so in order to kiss and lick every part of her heels and feet, I had to constantly twist my body and neck in a test of flexibility.
Just like this, I changed various difficult positions and licked Mistress' feet and heels for about 10 minutes. Mistress put down the magazine in her hands, grabbed my ear and started to pushed one foot into my mouth. To prevent my teeth from scratching her, I had to open my mouth as wide as I could. Mistress' toes were stuffed deeper and deeper into my mouth and felt like they had touched the back of my throat throat. My mouth was opened as wide as possible to allow her entire foot.
Then Mistress began to thrust her feet back and forth, and when thrusting, she would pull my ears hard so that the toes went in deeper. I was on the verge of gagging, but resisted doing so, managing only to moan out "Woo...Woo...". Mistress seemed to enjoy torturing me, because while I was struggling and moaning, she was laughing out in genuine delight. Her laughter was so feminine and pleasing to the ear which made me persevere.
Finally, Mistress let me off, put her feet down from the table and commanded, "Put on my shoes." I quickly picked up her high heels and put them on for her. Mistress stood up, grabbed my ear, and started walking to the bathroom. My ears were stretched and I pain immediately. I had to raise my head and crawl quickly behind Mistress in order to keep up with her. After entering the bathroom with my ears still in her hands, Mistress pulled my head to the edge of the toilet, ordered: "Lie down" and pressed my head on the toilet seat. This made me feel objectified, being placed in a position useful to Mistress and not having a say in moving or talking.
Mistress took off her stockings and panties nonchalantly. As I peered up at the glorious sight, Mistress did not treat me as a human being by covering up anything. I was just like any other toiletbowl that was to be used. The sense of humiliation suddenly made me even more excited. Mistress slipped her foot back into her high heels, raised one foot and stepped on the edge of the toilet bowl next to my head, and took a step forward with the other foot, positioning the source of my drink right above my mouth.
"Open your mouth!" As Mistress said this, she pushed my head back with one hand immobilising it on the edge of the toilet. I kept my mouth wide open as I awaited my first golden shower. Finally, I saw a jet of water spurting out, accurately and powerfully entering my mouth into the depth of my throat. I subconsciously closed my pharynx to prevent choking, but this caused the liquid to build up in my mouth.
Mistress's free hand pinched my nose as she ordered: "Swallow!". As I couldn't breathe nor struggle, I had no choice but to swallow my first taste of Mistress's "holy water". I swallowed it all in two mouthfuls, but barely caught my breath before the next stream entered my mouth again. I was going to choke because of that but fortunately, Mistress released her hand holding my nose, and continued to order me to continue drinking and not let any of it flow out. I swallowed in big gulps, the taste of Mistress' nectar mild, but the volume copious.
Fortunately, I was great at chugging and did not allow any of Mistress' precious fluids to flow out except for those that landed on face directly. It didn't take long for me to feel that my stomach was full and I wondered how much pee did Mistress store. Eventually the stream of nectar began to become weaker and slowed.
[to be continued]