Never go back!
It is one of the oldest adages in sport, showbusiness, life.
Why re-visit the scene of former glories when disappointment is the likeliest outcome? Can things ever be as good as we imagined them to be?
That was the dilemma facing me when, with time running out on my brief stay on the Gold Coast, I had to make a decision on whether to make a second visit to Mistress Adira or opt to fondly remember an unforgettable initial meeting. Would it be better to leave things untarnished?
Incapable of resisting SUCH temptation, and believing life to be too short for regrets, i inevitably opted for a return to the most wonderful Mistress i’d ever encountered in the hope that i wouldn’t live to regret it.
All in the name of quality research, you understand, wanting to ensure i hadn’t just ‘got lucky’ first time around.
i worked hard at trying to defy perceived logic. Attempted to improve my odds of a happy ending with a little forethought.
E-mailing in advance and, without ever wishing to top from the bottom with such a sublime Mistress, i suggested it might be a welcome change if i was to visit the rather bitchy, seductive Head Girl, as opposed to the strait-laced, implacable Headmistress previously encountered.
This opened up a whole new range of possibilities. The Head Girl would obviously be ‘younger’ than Headmistress, a good deal more fetching, in all probability dressed in a less staid fashion and She might not be averse to having a little fun at the expense of the errant pupil at Her disposal.
On the day in question the omens were not particularly good. i wasn’t quite in the ‘zone’ for such a special day and my e-mail to request an appointment was dutifully written as a courtesy, not wishing to let down someone whose personal ethics i admired every bit as much as Her shimmering beauty.
The reply SMS message arrived exactly four hours before my appointment: The Headmistress wants you to report to Her study at 3pm.
So, that was it then. The Head Girl idea had been thrown out and in all probability the scenario would be a simple reprise of the previous visit, unlikely to come close to matching it. i knew the omens had been bad.
After making my way towards the venue, i received a surprise SMS message instructing me to arrive 5 minutes early, enter the premises, lock the door and go straight to the dressing-room. i was to get changed and wait on the sofa for further instructions.
That, at least, was gratifying as being allowed to go straight into session was another preference i’d thrown into the mix. Mistress had shown She was not inflexible – showing a level of trust in me i found touching – and this, at least, was a deviation from my previous visit.
Sat with dry throat, heart pounding and palms perspiring on the sofa, watching the clock, i was suddenly joined by a leggy vision in short black dress, black top, black stockings and heels.
As i gazed slack-jawed at smiling, seductive ruby red lips, i was told that the Headmistress was out for the afternoon, and, as Head Girl, Miss Devilish would duly take charge of proceedings.
i was thrilled that another suggestion had not fallen on deaf ears and happily went to wait in the Head’s office as commanded. i heard the school bell ring, as it did previously, and, despite the change in persona, had a gnawing sense of déjà vu. That little else was going to change from here on.
How wrong could i be? And how badly had i under-estimated the ingenuity of the incomparable Mistress Adira.
She describes Herself as an ‘intuitive dominatrix’ and never have two words summed up a person more accurately or as economically.
When Miss Devilish re-appeared i was told that my correction would not take place in the Head’s study. She had a surprise in store for me in the gym. ‘Follow me’ was the command and it was no imposition to be commanded to follow the march of such a magnificent pair of legs.
Her natural height lends genuine authority and an air of refinement to Mistress Adira. Her voice adds a further layer of supremacy to Her persona. And yet this was to be an entirely different disciplinary experience to the one previously encountered a fortnight earlier.
Miss Devilish was unwaveringly strict, as i’d hoped, and She was capable of inflicting just as much damage with Her array of canes as the Headmistress. It was an inevitability, i suppose, that Her sentence would be greater than the fifty cuts inflicted by the more senior Lady.
But it was a punishment given in a spirit of light-heartedness. There was humour, there was kindness as She caressed my buttocks after each biting stroke, there was tenderness and there was reward, like no other, at its conclusion.
Throughout my time in the ‘gym’, initially during the preamble, during my correction, and, finally, when being comforted, one thought repeatedly came into my head: Just how good is this?
i could not believe that my level of enjoyment had increased significantly on what had previously been the finest session of my life. Magical or what?
Mistress Adira is enchantingly beautiful, for sure, and has the physical charms to melt anyone’s heart.
But it is the sheer joy with which She conducts every session that makes Her stand out from an ever-increasing crowd of would-be Dommes in this world.
Being rewarded by Her seemed like the greatest, kindest gift ever bestowed upon me.
To be allowed to stroke those stockinged legs, that bare expanse of thigh, to view those luscious lips and twinkling eyes at close quarters…and then to have Her pheremones bestowed upon me was just mind-blowing.
i am one of many subjects to come to adore Mistress Adira as a person of true ethics and lofty standards. In an often-depressing, demoralising world, She makes dreams come true. It is escapism of the highest order.
And She disproved, once and for all, the theory that going back for seconds is a certain route to abject disappointment. Not with this Lady!