The journey to the session is one of anticipation – and some stress. Will I be on time, will there be a traffic jam or a problem with the U-Bahn (Berlin’s subway system)? And then I get there early, and have to wait for a bit in the car, or on the platform of the U-Bahn if I’m travelling by public transport and it’s cold or wet.   The entire day is adrenaline-fuelled: it is more difficult to concentrate at work – and will something urgent crop up which will mean I have to cancel? Fortunately, that has never happened so far, but it’s always a possibility, an uncertainty. I re-read the final version of the email I sent to my mistress suggesting games we might play in the session. Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time of writing, but will I be able to cope when I'm actually in the dungeon?   Often, I place a leather strip around my balls to increase the sense of arousal on the way to the session – and I always try to wear some nice feminine panties.   I fa...

I do enjoy watching videos of pissing women, but always feel it’s such a waste of good, tasty urine if there isn’t a man in position to imbibe the flow. Drinking pee is such a turn-on for me. Last summer, Mistress Bella gave me a big bottle of strong, mature urine to take home and drink, with the instruction to film myself doing it. As I obeyed her order the next morning, I found myself getting hard just from the excitement of drinking her waste. By the time I’d finished the whole bottle, half a litre of piss had sent my cock skyward.   Once, at Avalon, I decided to try the “special offer” of an hour in the toilet room with occasional visits from the ladies. It was quite fun, but the trouble was that I was lying under a toilet seat on a tiled floor, and the piss I couldn’t manage to drink just ran down my face and then down the drain. I would have preferred a setting in which the piss does not flow away, but collects around my head, so that I am surrounded by the combined liqui...

One important aspect of the session is the preparation time. I’ve never been quite sure when one should arrive for an appointment at, say, 5 p.m. – should it be ten minutes before, or should it be on the hour? – so I say in advance that I will try to arrive on the dot of the agreed time. Usually this means that the door is opened by Mistress Bella herself, as she is expecting me at that time. Sometimes at Avalon, there was the possibility of an encounter with a staff member of the neighbouring (vanilla) company, or another slave, but that was very rare.   So I’m met at the door and brought to the changing room. We don’t usually need a big chat about the forthcoming session, because we’ve emailed in advance. But there is still going to be some time in which I have to wait. This is in fact all part of the game – making the guest wait raises the level of anticipation, even of trepidation, about what is to come.   What is not so good is if this waiting time lasts too lon...