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Review

I will never forget Friday, March 13, 2009, as it was the day I met Mistress Leona Stern, the Domme Goddess of my dreams.  That first session with Ms. Leona was so mind-blowing, it fueled my masturbatory fantasies for the next year.  Needless to say, I was excited to be able to see her again upon my return to New York a year later.  But alas, she was out of town, and thus, I would have to wait until summer to serve her.  I learned my lesson the hard way:  always book with Ms. Leona well in advance, as she often travels and is very busy while at home in NYC.   

 

As I would not be back in New York City for a few months, Ms. Leona suggested we chat on Nite Flirt until we could session again.  I had never been a fan of “phone sex” lines, as it all seems so fake, but I decided to give it a try with Ms. Leona, as she is a real Domme with whom I had previously sessioned. 

 

As it turns out, a Nite Flirt chat with Ms. Leona is not phone sex at all, or at least not phone sex as one usually thinks of it.  Rather, it consists of a normal conversation with Ms. Leona about the female dominant lifestyle.  We shared our experiences in the lifestyle, but of course, Ms. Leona had far more interesting stories to tell than I did.  Ms. Leona even gave me some tips on how I could find a lifestyle Domme and, as if I did not already know, she pointed out that I will never be happy with a vanilla wife or girlfriend.  I was far more turned on by this normal type of conversation with a real lifestyle Domme, than by some half-bored, monotone-voiced, obese, trailer-dwelling single mom delivering hackneyed lines like “get on your knees and stroke your cock for your Mistress,” whilst a dog barks and baby cries in the background.

 

During our Nite Flirt chats, Ms. Leona and I really expanded upon the connection we had during our first session.  Ms. Leona is German and I am German-American, so our conversations would shift back and forth between both languages. As we got to know each other more and more, I knew that our next session would be even better than the first, for now, Ms. Leona had hours worth of conversations from which to discern what most turns me on. 

 

We last spoke on Nite Flirt on the Sunday before our Friday, July 2, 2010, session.  Ms. Leona allowed me to jerk off that night, but said in a very stern voice that I was not to jerk off prior to our meeting.  She informed me that if I did jerk off, she would know, and I would face the consequences. I had no clue how she would know, but I was not about to tempt fate, and managed to go the whole work week whole week without ejaculating.  Fortunately, I am 38, and not 16, thus making this endeavor difficult, yet possible.

 

The anticipation of seeing my Goddess turned me on to no end, and with each passing day of testicular build-up, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into thoughts of completely surrendering my will to Ms. Leona.  In retrospect, I am sure this was all by design.  An experienced lifestyle Domme like Ms. Leona is more than aware that submissive men become even more submissive when they aren’t allowed to cum.

 

When the day and hour finally arrived, Ms. Leona greeted me at the door, not in traditional dominatrix attire, but in a mini-skirt, a top which revealed her ample cleavage, and high heeled pumps, which made her tower over me.  She looked like she was ready to go to one of Manhattan’s many upscale lounges or clubs, where only “the beautiful people” are welcome.  Her hair and make-up perfectly complemented her flawless Teutonic face.  This is a woman who would easily blend into a supermarket magazine rack, filled with one beautiful cover model after another. 

 

When I complemented Ms. Leona on her stunning appearance and mentioned how glad I was that she picked such a sexy outfit for our session, she laughed at me mockingly.  “I didn’t get dressed up for you!  I have a date tonight and I knew I wouldn’t have enough time to go home and get changed,” Ms. Leona taunted, right before slapping me on the face several times in order to correct me for being so obnoxiously presumptuous so as to think that she had gotten dressed up for a lowly slave like me. 

 

“I’m going to leave the room and when I get back you better be in your proper place,” Ms. Leona said matter-of-factly, as she fastened a leashed collar around my neck.  As she left the room, the clicking of her heels echoed throughout the room, as my eyes were transfixed upon the perfect form of her heart-shaped ass.  I knew what was expected of me.  I stripped naked and neatly folded my clothes, so as not to earn a beating for being a messy “Drecksau.” 

 

It seemed like an eternity as I waited on my hands and knees for Ms. Leona’s return.    As she re-entered the room, she was speaking on her cell phone in a highly flirtatious, girlish voice, finalizing plans with her date.  This was quite a distinction from the in-charge, authoritative voice she uses with me.  The combination of not being able to cum for a week and the thought that some other guy would be with Ms. Leona, filled me with a strange feeling of jealousy.  For some reason, this jealousy only made me feel even more under Ms. Leona’s control. 

 

As she continued to chat away on the phone, Ms. Leona grabbed my leash and started leading me across the room to her thrown, with her walking in heels and me on all fours.  She then pointed to her feet, without saying a word to me, as she continued to chat.  I knew what to do.  I could not help but to think how pathetic I must be for groveling at the feet of a beautiful woman as she makes plans to go out with another guy.  Yet at the same time, I felt so completely under the control of this Goddess that at that very moment I would honestly rather kiss Ms. Leona’s feet than have sex with any other woman. 

 

 As I kissed Mistress’ high-heel clad feet and legs, numerous thoughts raced through my head.  Does her date know she is a Domme?  Is he a sub like me or a “normal,” vanilla guy? Does he know she is in a session right now, or does he think she has some waitressing job?  And the cynical Gen-Xer in me asked, does she really have a date, or is that garbled male voice I hear her talking to just some guy she asked to play along, in order to assist in my humiliation?

 

That is just the thing about a session with Ms. Leona; everything seems so real, that one can never be quite sure of what is fantasy and what is reality.  I have sessioned with two other beautiful, highly skilled pro-dommes before and though I had great times with both of them, I was always acutely aware that we were simply engaging in fantasy play.  The experience with Ms. Leona does not seem like fantasy at all; it seems like reality.  Either Ms. Leona is an extremely skilled actress or she just gets so wrapped up in her Domme role that she literally transforms a fantasy into reality.

 

 

The next two hours were quite intense.  Everything Ms. Leona said and did had the effect of brining me ever deeper into a state of hypnotic submission.  By the end of the session, I was both physically and psychologically spent, but at the same time, I did not want it to end. 

 

When I checked my e-mail the next day, I saw an e-mail from Ms. Leona saying she had a great time during our session, and she had even attached a pic, which is not to be found on any of her web sites.  I really thought that added a nice personal touch and it made my day.

 

As I mentioned in my first review of Ms. Leona, it is probably best that I do not live in NYC.  Otherwise, I would become so addicted to the feeling of exuberant, non-drug induced intoxication she so skillfully brings about during a session, that I would be seeing her every week.  I am no bio-chemist, but I swear that Ms. Leona must somehow unleash within me a combination of chemicals, which produce a natural, organic high.  The fact that I only travel to NYC a few times a year will at least prevent me from becoming a full blown addict.