REVIEW FROM S

“That scene is going to haunt me. The lighting, the sound, the tools of torture, Your evil smile and commanding presence - the horror will replay in my head for some time and I'll love every minute of it. You curated an immersive experience that pulled at my fears and respected the vision we shared. By the end, I was energized and drained all at once. It's just a matter of when I can book a date to hell with you again.”

REVIEW FROM J

“I love the way you effortlessly command authority and orchestrate our sessions. Your skillful combination of pleasure and pain engulfs me in a whirlwind of emotions which I love. Every interaction with you leaves me craving more and more!

You not only understand my physical wants and needs, but also the intricate complexities of my submissive soul, pushing me to new heights of pleasure and growth.

And especially, thank you for allowing me to be in your presence. You are a true work of art and so incredibly skilled and talented. I am so grateful for you!”

REVIEW FROM RS

“It is an amazing experience to be treated the way I was by Mistress Micha. I have longed to be taken and used by a strong and powerful Mistress like Her for many years. A Mistress with a sense of humor, seductive charm, and thighs designed for crushing is rare to come by but She is the shining example. 

In our time together Mistress Micha trampled, teased, tied, and used me as Her furniture. To be beneath Her is a privilege. I dream of being crushed by Her delicious curves often.”

Session Reflection from PS

“Day 1 under Mistress Micha’s Boot:

My time had finally come. After spending an hour drinking wine and getting to know her, and then countless hours thinking about her and her devilish dimples, it was finally time for me to see her in her element. Our time began with immediate eye contact. The chemistry was palpable. Her power ebbed, and mine flowed. It started innocently enough, with some light bondage, a blindfold, and a lot of anticipation. 

She then began to mold me to her whim. Vulnerable and eager to serve. In her kindness, she seemed willing to take me on and show me the ropes. And then there were actual ropes….My arms and legs quickly became immobile, fully naked and exposed. Feet together, arms tucked onto my side, ready for what’s to come. 

“I know you don’t like pain, but I like pain,” she said with a grin. “And if you like me, which I know you do, you will learn to like pain. And identify it as pleasure.”

My eyes immediately lit up. I’ve never been spoken to like that before. I immediately tried to rewire my brain to her way of thinking. Then came the gentle cock slaps. At first, they felt good, and I began to perk up. Then they slowly got harder, and the sensation of arousal quickly turned into pain. I started to get a pit in my stomach, as I was unsure how to process this. It was at that moment she stopped, and asked me how I was doing. 

After a few rounds, my smile started to turn south, and I became focused on her next move as she stalked to the other side of the table. It was then time for a location change. From the table to the jail cell, where I quickly became strung up with my backside exposed. She identified my ass and nipples as sensitive areas (they are), and started to probe accordingly.  Then all of a sudden, SLAP. I had a feeling it was coming, but her heavy hand still caught me off, guard. After 3 slaps, it started to burn. She had mercy on me and relented, but not before getting in a psychological dig at what I will be thinking about the next time I’m sitting down (insert wink emoji).

Our fun ended how it began, with me on my knees, her boots squarely in my face. I mustered up enough courage to ask for me to kiss them, which she allowed.”