Confessions of a Queen

Author: quchenxi
Word count: 6770
I am not a professional queen. I have been interested in this for a long time, but I entered the circle very late. It can also be said that I have not officially entered this circle until now. Because I’m just purely a personal hobby.
Added a lot of netizens on QQ. There are all kinds of tendencies, and there is one I like more. Usually chatting is also very easy, on the Internet, I can not talk about this topic with him, we can simply talk about life, talk about work, just like a very ordinary netizen. But I know he really wants to do this. I also thought, I have never done it in reality, I really want to really put a man under my feet and see how he moaned under my feet.
However, I am not the queen I often see on the Internet. I am not beautiful, I don’t have the long hair that the queen sees, I don’t have queen clothes, I don’t have queen-specific tools, and I’m almost 40 years old. The only thing that makes me proud is that I love exercising, and I have a good figure, and I don’t have that middle-aged appearance.
I told him all of this, and I also said, if you want a very beautiful and professional queen, then don’t come to me. He said, I am not that kind of person, I am pursuing the feeling of SM, not looking for a lover. His words touched me, I don’t want to hesitate any more, I must really be realistic for a while. So, I made an appointment on that Saturday, and didn’t give myself a chance to hesitate and regret.
Early on Saturday morning, my M took the train at four o’clock in the morning and arrived in the city where I was located in more than four hours. He found a hotel and stayed. Then he called to inform me that he had arrived.
I don’t know how I should dress up. I know that while I’m not a professional queen, it’s best to change things up a bit for the sake of both parties. I put on a little makeup, changed out of my home clothes, put on a pair of dark blue boot pants, a pair of high-heeled leather boots, a pink pinched turtleneck sweater, a beige trench coat, and a dark brown handbag. In this bag, there is a leather whip I made, four lengths of thick cloth rope, a ping-pong ball, and a pair of pantyhose. That’s all.
Take a taxi to the hotel room. I was actually nervous, but I knew I couldn’t show it. So, as soon as my M opened the door, I looked him straight in the eye and looked him up and down without any hesitation. Generally speaking, when you meet someone for the first time, it is very impolite to look directly at others like this. However, for our relationship, there is no way, I have to show my strong side. The understanding between the two parties is carried out entirely through the Internet, and the performance and quality of most people in reality are quite different from those on the Internet. Therefore, although she is an S, she is a woman after all, and there is more or less tension, embarrassment and even fear deep in her heart. Be sure to dispel this emotion through the first moment of meeting. Looking him in the eye and giving him a disrespectful look is an important way to do this. Sure enough, my original M immediately withdrew his curious gaze on me, lowered his gaze, and respectfully askedI went into the room and sat down on a chair.
I also asked him to sit down, asked his arrival time, and chatted casually. M may see that I am kinder, and his expression is relaxed. When I noticed his emotion, my expression became serious for a moment, and I told him: “When we first met, the time for small talk is over, now, it’s time to fulfill your obligations.”