Art of Surrender - In Review

Though deep in brainless, mindless trance, you are thoroughly and completely aware of your blue-steel boner that a cat couldn’t scratch. Those of us with gray hair will remember what it was like when we were eighteen years old. This session is sensual, and stimulating, and highly erotic long before the beauty and sensuality of male submission to female domination is directly experienced. How does She do it? And then, deep, deep into a trance at once relaxing and arousing beyond stimulation, oblivious to all but Mistress Mona Blu, the voyage deeper into our natural submission begins.




Mistress MonaBlu slowly and painlessly strips our defenses and erodes our repression. We know, we feel that She, Mistress MonaBlu is the Goddess, perhaps the only Goddess, who can elicit from us this worship. She frees our soul and frees us to explore and begin enjoying our unfulfilled desire to submit. She gives us release from our presumptions of manhood and masculinity and allows us, encourages us, to surrender not only to her, but to pure, pure pleasure.

Her voice, Her skill, Her power immediately demonstrate to us that She is the woman who merits the submission we have so long sought to express.
As much as I have craved it, I would never have thought that submission, such peace, and such arousal could all come at once.


The challenge here is to submit to Mistress Mona Blu without surrendering to your overpowering stimulation. Arg! (As Mistress MonaBlu has been known to say) If you can keep your hand from the half-dozen or less strokes necessary to bring on a consciousness obliterating orgasm, you’re a better man than i.

But know, know before you begin that if you cannot keep yourself from exploding, it will be an explosion unlike any you have ever experienced.




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