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A LITTLE PUSH

Let Me get this straight. There is a red button on My website, saying Don’t Click Here. Correct?
Yes, Mistress Valkyrie.
So, what did you do?
I clicked on it, Mistress, I said wit a guilty voice.
Yes, you did. Then what happened?
A dialog box popped up, Mistress, prompting me to apologise for my bad behaviour.
Go on …
I closed the dialog box, I squeaked, because I panicked you see. I put my computer to sleep and went to bed with a book.
And a boner, no doubt.
I nervously giggled: Yes, Mistress Valkyrie.
Why?
Because of Your demanding words in the dialog box, Mistress. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The next morning I clicked the button again and wrote a sincere apology.
That’s right. And now we’re on the phone, talking about you behaviour. You told Me you are still a novice slave, but you disobeyed Me and you have to be punished. And I’m not talking about paying a fine, I’m talking about a punishment in the flesh. So you have to book a session with Me. That’s a direct order from Me to you, slave. I don’t care how you do it, but you will do it.
And that’s how it all started for me. If it hadn’t been for Mistress Valkyrie, I would still be a novice slave, endlessly waiting for the right moment.

THE MAN FROM SEATTLE

True story: once upon a time a man flew from Seattle to Prague (8.400 kilometres, via Frankfurt in 14 hours time). He rented a car at the airport and drove through the countryside and small villages. It took him more than two and a half hours to cover the 167 kilometres. He parked the car outside the weathered white walls and the entrance gate to the feared and famed Other World Kingdom (aka OWK). One of the Ladies of the OWK was waiting for him inside, just fifty meters away as the crow flies. She would be his Mistress and train him for the next five days. He’d been waiting for this day for what seemed like forever, and now it was finally here! He sat there in his car, staring at the entrance gate. His heart was racing, he was breathing heavily and waves of panic rushed over him. Nothing moved, no birds, no dogs, no people, not even a breeze. As if the world was holding its breath. Then, after half an hour of fear and suffering, he started the car, drove back to Prague and returned to Seattle that same evening. Dreams can get you somewhere, but fear will get you nowhere. Don’t be the man from Seattle.