“I woke up at 4 am on Thursday 20/10/16, unable to sleep due to the excitement caused by the ideas of meeting Mistress Kiana for the second time in 2 days. We had a very nice session in my hotel room the day before which left me overexcited and we planned to meet again on that shinny Thursday at noon. Unable to sleep, I went to the restaurant room of the hotel at 5 am and was the only guest having a breakfast so early. Then I went back to my hotel room to watch some TV shows and to follow up my professional emails. After 9 am, I received few text messages from Mistress Kiana confirming that we shall meet at noon at Camden Town Station. I started to prepare myself to be at my best game, shaved, showered, perfumed, nice business suit, I am kind of a classic office worker look. At 10.30 am, I took a cab to go to Camden Town Station but arrived very early as the hotel was very close. I then decided to have a walk in Camden Market and in Camden Street which I found very funny as this area is famous in London for all the underground industry and arts shopping. You can find there several shops to buy underground music bootlegs as well as clothes, accessories and shoes for the underground communities such as goths, punk rock, techno music. Walking in this area wearing my grey suit was quite an experience and I felt like an elephant in a fridge but, at the end, that was just my personal feeling as, this is one good thing about London, people can mix them up without judgement and nobody paid attention to me. I bought some Comics autographed artworks and 2 video games, as I said, I really am a geek despite my age.
Time ran up and I just arrived on time at Camden Town Station. Excitement was at its top while waiting for Mistress Kiana to arrive. I was a bit distracted by a crowd of loud students going out of the subway station when I received a hard slap on the top of my head. More surprised than hurt, I turned my head and faced my Mistress, even more beautiful than the day before, as if it was possible, smirking at me. I was confused and apologizing about not seeing her before, but she just showed me her right hand so that I kissed it to say hello and she welcomed me with a loud “you, geeky twat, I am ready for shopping”. Blushing and uncomfortable, not knowing if people heard her words, I followed my Mistress who already was on her way down the Camden Street. She made clear that I had to take her small luggage, certainly containing her equipment and toys for our future session later on. While following her, I was staring at her perfect body walking, scrutinizing her clothes. I did not know if she did it on purpose but she was wearing some streetwear clothes, casual but looking very sexy on her at the same time, like I explained to her in 1 email that I like the look of the Afro-American girls in the R’n’B and rap video clips. It was a very tight denim outfit from top to bottom, very opened on her breast, a very trendy short brown leather jacket, with its matching brown handbag, also matching brown Nike wedged sneakers. In addition, she was wearing several silver bracelets, large hoop earrings and to complete the look, a black baseball NY cap, which gave her a nice final touch. God, I fell in love with this Creature.
The purpose of this encounter in Camden Street was to exchange or to get refund of the boots I bought her the day before but that she did not like so I had to walk in front of her to show her the way to the shop. It was very close. As soon as we arrived, she ordered me to sit and shut up. I was so passive, I did not know what to do, what to say, I just had to obey her words. My brain was literally in switch-off position and I just watched what happened after. She explained to the seller that I was her boyfriend, that I bought her this pair of boots the day before but that she totally disliked them, that I was an idiot not asking her what she wanted. The seller was very kind to her and was smiling, he said that she could choose any other pair she wanted. She took few minutes to check in the shop but unfortunately did not like any of them so asked for a refund. The seller called for his boss to see if it was possible, which he accepted. I got up to the cashier desk to apologize for the trouble and to take the cash but Mistress Kiana said loudly that if I were not so stupid, I would not need to apologize, that apologies are signs of weakness. I felt so humiliated, I just wanted to take the refund and leave. It was obvious that the shop manager was thinking if he really should give me the cash or if he should give it to her as she clearly stated by her attitude and her words that she was in charge.
We left the shop. She was natural, as if nothing happened, she did not seem to overreact or to over-behave, while, me, I was a complete wreck. My heart was beating fast due to the adrenalin of the humiliating situation. After few steps, she slapped me again behind my head and called me silly, that I was such an idiot buying things in this shop as it was all fake merchandise, very expensive, but in bad condition, she told me that she knew the brand the shop represents and that they are normally good quality shoes and boots but all the models in the shop were fake and in bad condition, that it was so obvious. She then said that yesterday the seller was so happy to see a loser like me getting robbed with a smile. I felt humiliated but I knew she was right, truth is hard to accept. Also, it is hard to describe the different feelings I had during these few minutes, being called an idiot boyfriend, being ordered to sit down and remain silent. The total picture must be difficult to chew, a tall grown man, looking like a business man in a grey suit with glasses being bossed around by this oh-so magnificent black woman, dressed in sexy streetwear. I was the actor of this scene, I would have paid just to watch it again.
Mistress Kiana, true to her words, asked now to go for lunch in a restaurant she likes. Not a 4 star restaurant but she likes it as it is quick for serving and likes the food there. I do not remember the name but looks like a Japanese or Hybrid vegan restaurant. While entering the restaurant, I may have said an indelicate joke as I received a severe punch in my groin, I almost fell on my knees, fortunately, nobody saw us. She told me that I should not be too confident and overpass some limits. I immediately apologized and immediately behaved as a well-trained puppy. I really felt terrible at that time, I do not like to be seen as disobedient, but Mistress Kiana excels in the art of manipulating submissive men and, in few seconds, cheered me up with chitchatting with me. Spending genuine time with Mistress Kiana is like being on a rollercoaster, your feelings are tested to their limits, happiness, humiliation, smile, self confidence destroyed, ….. But, it is an amazing experience. The lunch was very enjoyable, we discussed a little bit about the true persons we really are. I learned more about who is Mistress Kiana in real life and she was interested in learning more about me. She opened the small plastic bag of my earlier shopping and found out the Comics artworks and the video games I bought, asking if it was for my kids and when I said it was for me, she asked my age again and could not stop laughing her ass off. She said that she really was not far from the truth when she called me geeky twat earlier. She was anyway playful and bossed me around a little bit in front of the waiter, she ordered my plate, saying that I should not eat fat and I should change my food habits trying new things, so she ordered an extra spicy plate, highlighting that I did not like that, I could see the smile on the waiter’s face. She ordered also a green cocktail with spinach and other disgusting green veggies. She took pleasure in testing my limits, seeing if II would dare say no to her. Honestly, I was unable, how can you refuse anything to such an amazing lady. Her smile hypnotized me and I was a puppet in her hands. She laughed at me loudly while I was coughing after being forced to eat a complete spice. Her mockery escalated when I was coughing even more trying to extinguish the fire in my mouth while drinking the green veggies juice. She then lectured me again about how stupid I was when I bought her the boots without her agreement and said that she was giving me a lesson by taking the cash she managed to get refund. I could see in her eyes again, she was testing me and staring at me to see how I would react. She knew perfectly that I had some tendencies to be a moneyslave and she enjoyed as I did not fight and just opened my wallet and gave her the money she just won out of me. What an excitement to be played by this amazing amazon. After the lunch, she ordered me to give a good tip to the waiter in front of him. He was surprised as well and he finally gave the change to her. Again, no doubt he understood our little game and that she was the boss.
We left the restaurant and walked up Camden Street to go back to Camden Town station, Mistress Kiana stopped in few shops to comment how good some shoes or boots would look like at her feet or to criticize some ugly clothes. As we were 2 weeks before the Halloween weekend, she made some jokes about how pathetic I would be wearing an ugly orange pumpkin outfit, that she would definitely see me wearing a French maid outfit at the Club Black Whip (it is a private BDSM club in London ran by only black women who have many white servants and slaves). We entered a small shop where she chose for me a cheap woman lingerie and a red lipstick, saying without any shame that we would have some fun. She even kicked my butt so that I went to the cashier desk to pay for the cheap items.
It was almost 2 pm and we had now to go the hotel, Mistress Kiana humiliated me in the cab saying out loud that she was not surprised now of my overweight as I was too lazy to walk or to use the subway, I felt once again humiliated in front of a perfect stranger.
We finally arrived at the hotel and we were up for our second session which was ruled by Mistress Kiana as my blackmailing secretary. Some details of this last session will be shared asap.”