First solo with the “Angel” Mistress Dalisay

[Ford Ranger]

I always start my sessions eyes to the ground. When she told me to look up at her, and I looked up into those eyes piercing down at me. A knowing smirk, framed by Angel wings. I knew I was done for.

And I was done for. I felt it rushing up through my body from toes to ears.  Total, immediate submission.

Whacked, stretched, pushed, pulled - a dirty, pathetic lump of clay in her perfect hands and feet.

Mistress Dalisay knows exactly how to make you feel perfectly comfortable with turning yourself completely over. A wry twinkle and a big … stick  

Now I have to work on myself to get ready to do even better for her next time.

And I need to be better for her, because she is legendary.