My first mistress
My next vacation was approaching. I was utterly exhausted from melancholy and sadness. I had recently broken up with yet another girlfriend, and so I wanted a woman… a real woman. I posted ads on various sites looking for… a mistress. Yes, strangely enough, precisely a mistress. I was disgusted by strap-ons. Branding, copro, and blood—that was just idiocy.
Periodically, girls appeared who asked more or less serious questions. Closer to the vacation, when I had already despaired and stopped searching, a strange individual from Perm was found.
We communicated on Skype…
over a few days, we managed to discuss many topics—politics, philosophy, psychology, relationships between people, classical music, prose.We never had any disagreements, and so when she invited me to her place for the duration of my vacation, I agreed immediately. She learned my sizes and told me what clothes to bring with me, promising to take care of the rest.
I had no experience in submission, which caused some anxiety.
In the morning at the station, I was met by a girl. She greeted me kindly, asked how the trip was. We exchanged compliments and went to her place. She lived on the other side of the city in a two-room apartment.
I expected to see an apartment equipped for BDSM, but it turned out to be an ordinary apartment. Very cozy, bright, and spacious. With a minimum of belongings, it had everything one might need for life.
She showed me the toilet, the bath, and… my room. I had the feeling that I would be living as a cohabitant.
I wanted to ask about my duties, but she (understanding my hesitation) said that since I had no experience, we would "ease into it" gradually.
She gave me my new clothes—underwear and a collar—and told me to go take a shower. I took a shower and came out in the clothes I had on. The collar was just a piece of leather with a ring in one place, to which a leash could be attached.
We sat down at the table and began the meal. She said that initially, I needed to get used internally to my place; this had to be done gradually, and so for the first time, I was eating from the table with her.
Then she gave me my "outdoor clothes," which covered my neck so people wouldn't stare at the collar (which I couldn't remove). I put them on, and we went out for a walk, like a couple. We walked around the city.
We returned in the afternoon. In the kitchen corner, she placed two bowls for me, one with water, the other with pasta and meat. I had to eat without using my hands. I lapped up the water, ate as much as I could from the second bowl.
The mistress carefully wiped my face and patted my cheek lightly. Then she led me to the room, where she laid out a mat for me and told me to lie down so everything could digest.
After half an hour, she called me, told me to take off my underwear. I lay on the bed, on my back. I was tied to it very tightly.
My cock was hard as a rock. The mistress sat on it and started bouncing. Having fully satisfied herself, she lay down on me. After catching her breath a little, she untied the knots and told me to put on my underwear and outdoor clothes.
We went for a walk around. We went into the forest when it was already midnight. I undressed down to my underwear, and we started walking as if the mistress was walking her little dog.
She ordered me to stop and squatted down next to me. She began stroking my back. Then her hand went behind and she started fondling my balls. Sensing my arousal, she got on all fours and ordered me to fuck her doggy-style.
We returned just before dawn… I was walking on all fours, she was holding me on a leash. I fell asleep on my mat.
Waking up, I went (on all fours, of course) to the bowls with food. After allowing me to eat a little, the mistress led me to the bath and washed me.
From that day on, I began to be whipped. First lightly, then more and more painfully. I became obedient and could guess the mistress's moods before she even started speaking. I learned to feel her body—I knew when to caress her pussy, when her legs, when her stomach, when her ass. I knew how to caress.
On Saturday, the mistress said I was ready… and sold me for the night to a women's party. It was four school graduates. They wanted to celebrate their graduation that way.
I danced a striptease, licked them…
The second week turned out to be completely different. The mistress started giving lessons… to the daughters of her friends. I was a teaching aid.
The girls needed to enjoy sex to such an extent that they wouldn't feel reverence for a man… again, that was my job.
One of the clients, it seemed, didn't really like the dominant role, and she asked me—why was I doing this? I replied that I was just a slave, that's how nature had arranged it. When it was time for her to punish me, she hesitated. I was lying face down across her lap, and my butt was right in the place where it was convenient for her to spank with her palm. I asked if anyone had ever hurt her. It turned out that boys and girls had teased her… I suggested she imagine that the ass of her offender was now in her hands, and things got going…
When it was time for sex again, she tried to apologize… I reminded her that I was just her thing, and began gently caressing her neck, then her breasts, then her tummy, and moved on to cunnilingus. Gradually, she got into it.
That's how my vacation passed, after which I was sold to a Moscow mistress. I went to work every day, and in the evening returned home… home to the mistress and her daughter, who was learning the nature of being a dominatrix.
I served them, their friends, on holidays. They made masks for themselves from my sperm. Then they took a bottom, and had fun with both of us. And so my life continued for some time.
Now I am again in search of a mistress…
Author's e-mail: bоyfоrwоmаn@pоchtа.ru