There was a button on Her website saying: don’t click here. I didn’t, but it became Pandora’s Button, so I returned to that page over and over again. It was a trap and I fell for it, because in the end I clicked the damned thing. A message popped up saying She demanded an apology. I wrote one immediately and thought that would be the end of it. Two hours later an email came in, saying She didn’t accept my apology and that She wanted to meet me face to face. I had to obey, because this was a real mail and a direct order. Three days later I kneeled down in front of Her. Not only was Mistress Valkyrie stunningly beautiful, She was also charming and elegant. She had a lovely sense of humor and was genuinely interested in the man behind the slave. And She certainly knew how to inflict pain on Her victims. Man, She was ruthless! She retired many years ago, but I’m still grateful to this day. Because if it hadn’t been for that button, I would probably still be a novice today.
“We all have our dirty little secrets, but most people don’t shout it from the rooftops. Submissive men are a different breed, these remarkable creatures will tell you their most inner dreams, fetishes and desires. At great length and in minute detail. They don’t say it in so many words, but they’re silently begging you to take advantage of that. So each piece of information is like a key on the piano of Dominance. Press that key and he will crumble and fall into obedience. However, playing his favourite tunes all day long is never a good idea. And it’s certainly not My definition of Female Supremacy. Economise, that’s My motto. Hope is such a powerful weapon and he will cling onto that like a drowning man onto a life belt. Even some casual act or comment on his favourite fetish fills his tank with blind obedience. Learning to play the piano, that’s all it takes.”