Washington, DC has become one of My favorite venues. There is a reason: the subs are well behaved (obviously well trained by DC Mistresses) and in general they are a whole lot of fun. As a Mistress that thoroughly enjoys what I do, I don’t compromise on the fun and I don’t take sessions I don’t think I will enjoy. That’s generally a win, win situation – but in this case, it almost caused a session not to happen. Thankfully this little foot slut didn’t succum to the “brush off” and appealed to My sense of adventure – he even had Julie Simone singing his praises – so I agreed to meet. What resulted was a delightful session from beginning to end. Moral of the story: persistence (and a whole lot of flattery) often pays.
Excerpt from the session review on Max Fisch’s The Hang:
“Mistress Ayn communicates very clearly, and She creates quite a precious moment based on what you share with Her. Time with Her is not simulated, and Mistress Ayn is in total control the moment you encounter Her presence, yet you will feel quite comfortable as if it is entirely natural to serve Her. i was completely entranced by Her beauty, the exquisite care of Her apparel demonstrating Her art of seduction and authority, and the words that She used during o/Our entire session and all i wanted to do was worship and please Mistress Ayn.
This being o/Our first encounter, Mistress Ayn took Her time to properly inspect the new piece of slave flesh presented before Her. Mistress had me strip, so that i was at my most vulnerable and feeble state, and kneel in the center of the room. She made sure to circle around like a Lioness toying with Her prey and inspected just about every inch of me; commenting on what qualities had potential and what displeased Her. Mistress made it quite clear, that it was a privilege to be before Her . . .
Mistress cultured me on the proper way to serve, holding Her feet accordingly so that the natural effects of gravity would never make her uncomfortable. Then She instructed me to not just kiss and suck, but to appreciate the lovely privilege She was allowing. To slowly admire, sniff, inhale and truly adore the embrace of Her divine feet. Mistress Ayn recognized that i could kiss and worship Her feet for hours, and She surprisingly found use for my insignificant slave mouth and was kind enough to remind me that perhaps i wasn’t completely useless to Her.”
Read the complete review on Max Fisch