I have always been known as the Vancouver guy. People have often described me as easy going, relaxed and carefree. But little do they know that deep down inside I have this feeling of restlessness and floating. I feel like I am drifting through life without a purpose, without someone to guide me and keep me grounded. That’s why I decided to look for a mistress in Vancouver, someone who could help me find my place and bring me back to reality. After searching for a while, I finally found Mistress Paola.

From the moment I saw her picture, I knew she was the one. Her piercing gaze and stern expression sent shivers down my spine. I knew she was the one who could make me feel alive again. I contacted her and she agreed to meet me. As soon as I entered her dungeon, I felt a rush of adrenaline and fear. I could feel her presence even before I saw her. When she finally emerged from the shadows, I was mesmerized by her beauty. She was tall, with long dark hair and a curvaceous figure.

Her confidence and aura immediately captivated me. “Welcome, my little sub,” she said, her voice commanding and intoxicating. “You have come to the right place to find your purpose and pleasure.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she slowly circled around me, examining me with her piercing gaze. She pointed to a chair and told me to sit down. I obeyed without hesitation, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. “As your mistress, I will control your every move. I will guide you and push you to your limits. And you, my submissive, will submit to my will and follow my commands without question,” she said, her voice sending shivers down my spine. I nodded, feeling under her spell. And for the first time in my life, I felt like I had someone who could give me the direction I needed.

Mistress Paola made me strip down to my underwear and tied my hands behind my back. I could feel my heart racing as she stood in front of me, smelling so sweet yet strong. She made me get on my hands and knees and crawl towards her. She then took out a piece of cloth and tied it around my face, covering my eyes. “You will only be able to smell me, my little submissive. Nothing else,” she whispered in my ear. I could smell her perfume, a mixture of roses and leather. It was intoxicating and I felt myself getting lost in it. She made me crawl and follow her around the dungeon, constantly changing directions. I could feel her presence but could not see her.

It was both terrifying and exhilarating. After what seemed like hours, she finally stopped and removed the cloth from my face. I was greeted by a sight I would never forget. Mistress Paola was standing in front of me, wearing a tight black leather outfit and holding a whip. “Are you ready to submit, my submissive?” she asked, her voice dripping with authority. I nodded, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. She took out the key to my chastity belt and unlocked it. She then ordered me to lie on my back and spread my legs. “You are not to touch yourself or come without my permission, do you understand?” she asked, her voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I nodded, feeling helpless and at her mercy. She began to tease me, stroking me with her whip, sending electric pulses through my body. “You will only come when I give you permission,” she said, her voice deep and hypnotic. And with that she gave me permission and I exploded like never before. For the first time in my life, I felt truly alive and grounded. Mistress Paola had shown me my place and I knew that I could never again feel lost and floating. She had become my guide and my mistress, and I would obey her every command.