Travelling to the session

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 fantasise about travelling their in a way that increases my humiliation – once, I did drive to Avalon with no trousers on, just bright red panties, but then was seen like that by a lorry driver in a queue of traffic, and found that the humiliation outside the “other world” is best lived out in my mind, not for real.

 

And then you’re outside the studio, hoping not to meet anyone you know on the street and having to make up a reason why you’re in their neck of the woods.

 

Eventually, it’s time to go in. Going into Avalon out in Zitadellenweg meant calling the lift, waiting for the lift doors to creak open, and then (very) slowly going up in it: I would use this time to stretch my muscles in my groin and legs. And then ringing the bell, and hearing steps clacking down the corridor towards the door… “Am I really going to do this?” you ask yourself? “Do I really want to do this?”

 

And then the door is opened by an incredibly sexy lady, it’s too late to back out, and you find that yes, you do want to enter, very much so.