Preston and Manchester Mistress - Madame Margi - Diary - Page 17

 

 

Many of you who will be reading this are novices. You may be a little nervous and yet curious, and craving to experience a private one to one session with a professional dominatrix. You may have been attracted to my website from my photographs or the locations where I offer personal sessions. After you have given yourself a little more time to browse other websites you will return to the ones who give you a true impression of exactly what your first experience will be. Obviously the best way to discover exactly who the best Mistresses are is to contact them via email. Plunging in head first by ringing my mobile phone or becoming a text pest by persistently sending text messages at all hours of the day or night is not a good way to begin to introduce yourself and get the response you are hoping for. Sit down and read all you can about me on my website. Take a little more time to read what others have written about me too. Then decide whether to take the plunge and contact me by writing a simple polite letter, addressing me correctly, giving all relevant details about yourself and wait. I am here to help you live out your dreams. You may crave to worship at my feet, be bound securely, hooded, gagged and then tormented for hours. Do you wish to be totally transformed into a Sissified Slave or only experience being dressed in a pair of my satin panties, suspenders and seamed stockings? Will it be enough for you to simply bend over and be disciplined by my cane? Or are you craving to be pulled over my knee and experience a strict spanking? It can be confusing and sometimes it helps to experience many things briefly before you decide whether you wish to become a Slave, Sissy, take on the role of nephew or schoolboy or are you a masochist looking for a truly sadistic powerful woman to stretch your limits? It’s also highly possible that you are purely a fetishist and wish to experience a private session with me dressed in rubber, satin corset and retro lingerie, PVC cat suit, or the ultimate fetishist dream of head to toe strong and powerful leather. I offer many kinds of sessions all tailored to suit the individual. I can wear tights, stockings, leather pants, short skirts or even an elegant evening gown or designer tailored suit or even a military uniform or riding outfit. The list is simply endless. So to give you a glimpse of some of my recently worn outfits here are three displayed with me in suitable moods to match!

 

 

I am always interested to hear about your first experiences. I remember my own very first session with a man I had never met and only communicated by email exchanges to organise this very first and all important meeting. Over three years ago, after deciding to become a professional Mistress I had a diary overflowing with bookings for of personal appointments. A large bedroom in my own private house had been decorated in red and black and well equipped as my own BDSM chamber. I was wearing short leather skirt with matching leather top over lacy lingerie and stockings and high heeled leather knee boots. Over this I wore my ankle length black leather button fronted coat and soft kid gloves on my hands. My hair was styled to perfection in a short trendy bob with golden red highlights. My make up was strong enough to enhance my best facial features of my clear blue eyes and high cheek bones, with a deep red glossy lipstick carefully painted on my pensive lips. Within my softly lit red and black carpeted chamber, the candles were lit, music played softly, frankincense oil evaporated giving an atmosphere both mysterious and relaxing. He arrived at my front door with head bowed and trembling. I smiled brightly, radiating confidence and invited him to follow me upstairs. He was in his late 50's, short and plump and extremely nervous. I too was rather nervous before his arrival but never afterwards. I forced him to strip down to his underpants and kneel before me as I sat upon my throne. I secured his wrists behind his back with leather and chain cuffs and grabbed his hair pushing his head between my strong thighs. I held him there for a while and at the same time gave him some firm sharp taps with my red leather crop. Lifting his head to look into my eyes I confidently commanded "worship me". The Queen of Domination was born and my story continues..........