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| Before I had the chance to settle down she came to stand at my side and whispered in my ear: "From this second onwards you will address me as Mistress and I will address you as slave I relaxed slightly " How old did you say you were?" she enquired I don't know if my Mistress had increased the power of the strokes or I was weakening under the onslaught 'If a Rose West look-a-like opens this door then we're fucking off home right?' I ignored him and waited as I heard the sound of feet clattering down the stairs inside 'And people would be right' Mr Low interjects " She started off lightly, more like a gentle slap, and then around ten she increased the firmness of the strokes It didn't I loved their breasts, and what an array of breasts there are to enjoy, and I loved their legs and their hips, their feet and thighs, waists and shoulders; and forgive me, but at the same time admire my honesty - I adore their shaven pussies, their hairy pussies, cute little clits, prominent clits, pussy lips, pullable, lickable and suckable pussy lips "Grab your ankles," she commanded, I held my breath and dared myself to go through with it I held my breath and waited Yet, damn it, I was ready to submit to her You'll never find another girl as good as her No matter how I fought against it and tried to pretend it wasn't true Several more strokes and it was almost unbearable I could feel the slight touch of her finger on the rim of my anus " At one hundred and fifty my Mistress stopped If we are in company you may raise your right hand and await my response "No Mistress, I haven't "This is how I live, slave Despite myself, I was whimpering Despite the hurt and the burning, I had a feeling of how sexy this was, how disgustingly sexy that a woman, slightly younger than myself, probably about thirty-five, had marked me this way Thankfully she returned dressed in the same attire, looking more like a housewife than a dominatrix Well, it was new to me, and as far as I was aware all my acquaintances stuck to the 'traditional' method of doing 'it' Eventually my Mistress interrupted my thoughts "Have you ever been spanked until you cry?" she enquired "So, let's get on with it It was like an electric current running through me 'Harder than that,' was her response: somehow, it sounded more like a command than a request, and I obliged, administering some fairly sound slaps on each cheek 'Hey, you've got to admire that Nor was it during my teenage years, they were straightforward days when I could get by with my own thoughts I realised that the 'traditional' way of masturbating, with the movement of your hand rapidly sliding up and down the shaft of your cock, faster and faster, would not go unnoticed for long in a public place The skin was raised and livid, made even more prominent because of my naturally very white skin Indeed, I had doubted the wisdom of it since I made the reply, but I had had a couple of telephone conversations with her and she seemed okay Also, to my relief, there was no sight of any rubber or leatherwear, just a plain dark blue dress and black slip on shoes, and no stockings I thrashed her for what seemed like hours, and finally fucked her from behind, admiring her stunningly red and beaten bottom She got up and moved towards me Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress I got on my hands and knees, trembling as I awaited that first stroke Consequently, and I am rather proud of this, I invented a new way to masturbate "Right, count them slave " "Are you begging?" "Yes Mistress " I had known what was coming, but even so I felt a sense of shock as she spoke those words: I was going to get a spanking You will be my fourth "Mistress, what if As the pain and the stinging sensations increased I mentally locked on to the approaching number forty-two I heard her laugh So it took something special for me to forget the landmark age of thirty, and my introduction to the world of spanking was indeed special and although I continued to meet girls and have ordinary sex, every meaningful relationship I have had since Vera – that is, over the last ten years – has involved some form of spanking activity: you could say it has become something of a prerequisite This movement of the hand, or rather the movement of three fingers and a thumb, was so discreet that nobody had an inkling of what I was doing As I studied my glowing bottom in the mirror I thought to myself how a seemingly 'ordinary' looking housewife had marked my body like this "I knew you would turn up," was her greeting " I turned from my reverie and walked back towards my Mistress Being English and brought up a Protestant I figured that this relationship wouldn't last You see, I told you this was deep Well, I had dished out plenty over the last few years, so I had a good idea what to expect " She grabbed a clump of my hair and yanked my head up forcing me to look her straight in the eyes " Good She positioned herself at my head And all so spankable Slowly, I began to bend, feeling incredibly exposed In fact I don't remember you asking for permission Domination was great, don't get me wrong, but submission, I thought, would be better However, I did as I was told " She didn't wait for an answer, but added: " Now strip naked, and when I return you will be down on the floor on all fours " 'This is going to be v-e-r-y interesting,' quipped Mr High I used to have a guardian angel who was a French Catholic priest from the 19th century - at least I did according to a fortune-teller I once visited in Blackpool I could make that It takes time to train a slave fully, but at least these two days are a start I could feel her breath on my back, and then her hand on my skin Place your forehead flat on the floor at the point of my shoes "Your training will not all be done in one weekend Now, if you have never experienced my punishment you will quite understandably not fear it " She didn't let me finish my sentence She's one hell of a sexy lady I recall their contradictory advice during that stressful period " "Please Mistress, I respectfully request that you don't beat me any more, I will do anything you say, but please no more I have three other slaves at my command and they are privileged I let them serve me 'This is exciting stuff She moved it in a small circular movement then withdrew it "Come in and go through to the front room 'I have high hopes for you?' queried Mr Low She had donned a pair of dispensable gloves and after a moment's prodding she gently inserted her finger into my rectum: my God, I thought, this was going to be a medical examination By thirty they were beginning to get harder still, and they were beginning to hurt I call them Mr High and Mr Low I looked in astonishment at my blazing red bottom What a mistake It wasn't during my schooldays I know that MISTRESS So it was that one sunny Saturday morning I, along with Mr High and Mr Low, turned up outside the semi-detached home of Mistress Jean It's not your arse that's going to get blasted If you have something to say when we are alone then you will lie on your back, kicking your legs in the air, like a dog trying to get the fleas off its back, and I will consider granting you permission to speak "That's, 'yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress,' isn't it?" "Yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress " "Please Mistress Was I discovering a part of my nature that previously I had only a vague awareness of? "Yep, you sure are" glowed Mr High So it was just myself – a forty-two year old male – and these two little helpers who eventually took their first faltering steps into the world of domination and submission ' As I pressed the doorbell I had a moment of regret about responding to her newspaper advert asking for a 'weekend sub' She hitched up her dress slightly, and I hovered over her, daring myself to submit "Come back over here Vera was a strong, sturdy girl – not thin, not fat – and she loved sex One is positive, the other negative I thought that was much sexier Initially I tried to deny the truth of it, but I couldn't, I wanted to be like them A final six more and it was finished So here I was, destined, for the next two days, to be the slave and at the command of a woman I had never met " 'Well that kept your dignity intact,' smirked Mr Low "Eventually, as my training takes effect, you will obey my every whim because you truly wish to please me, with no regard for your own discomfort In total I think she covered every inch of my body I could feel the warmth from her body, and it felt good Just imagine the difference: rather than my full hand making the lengthwise movements along my shaft, representing a jerking distance of a few inches at least, I replaced it by the turning of my cock's head only, thus eliminating jerky movements altogether 'Coming here like this, getting us into these weird situations, yes, people would be absolutely spot on, you're not right in the bloody head 'Never mind, there are plenty more females in this world' was from Mr High, whereas Mr Low offered something like, 'That's it then I stood in front of her, with my arms at my side My Mistress knelt down at the side of my head, which was buried in the thick carpet I was left alone to contemplate what I had just received I sighed as she proceeded to spread the cheeks of my bottom apart So I hit her lovely reddening bottom even harder and with more rapid strokes They belong to me, and I alone decide what your body is used for" ' And they have been there ever since, my constant companions Idiot, I thought Mr Low is reserved and cynical, and the reason I don't achieve as much as I should forty-two, thank you Mistress and again, just waiting for her request to stop I can't remember the exact date that Mr High and Mr Low came into my life Either way I was in agony " 'Is she fucking deaf?' Mr Low mumbled in my ear, but I ignored him This is where it gets psychologically deep - too deep for me, if I'm being honest, but I'll try: as I experienced the submission of the female – over my knee or a chair, or on all fours on the floor - and I saw them spanked, sometimes even thrashed and humiliated, and I saw the expressions on their faces, I grew to realise that what I saw in them was a reflection or projection of my own submissive desires " She walked around me, appraising me, nodding her head slightly Now remember that is 'Position One' Finally she looked down at me Now, despite my fascination with the female bottom, spanking was still only fantasy to me, but here I was, being presented with this lovely plumpish bottom and a delightful woman pleading with me to smack it But my new Mistress had ignored all of this and had finished when she wanted to, and not a second before I had screamed, begged and pleaded I noticed her deep blue eyes for the first time, and the small dimple on her chin Put your knees together and bring them up under your belly and lower your bottom two, thank you Mistress "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that I hesitated – okay, it was for about two seconds actually – and then gave the left cheek of her bottom two light slaps "I have a feeling you will become a very good and obedient slave She looked me up and down: at six feet I was a good deal taller than her, and at thirteen stones a hell of a lot heavier Neat don't you think? SPANKING As this is a brief overview of my developing perversions, I will skip the years of teenage angst and take us to a relationship I had in my late twenties My method involved putting my hand in my trouser pocket, feeling my cock through the pocket material, taking hold of the head only, and turning it from side to side, slowly at first, and then changing the tempo accordingly Fortunately, after every ten hits she caressed my bottom and gently massaged each cheek Pretty original or what?' My Mistress paused at one hundred Even my feet didn't escape attention: I had to raise first my left leg and present my foot for inspection, and then my right, almost stumbling over on a couple of occasions as I struggled to keep my balance I struggled to continue the count, but my Mistress waited patiently until I had uttered my thank you, and then brought down the strap seemingly harder than ever It felt so erotic PAIN AND HUMILIATION My Mistress beckoned me to stand up "Assume your position," she said, quietly but sternly Now the only guides I have to steer me through life's many challenges are the two voices in my head " She surveyed my position "Hey, you're thirty years old, and you've still got your own hair and teeth "Request denied Curious readers may want to know why, at such an advanced stage in my life, I would want to experience this particular realm of sexual activity: that is a difficult question to answer - in fact I'm sorry I urged you to bring it up! However, since you ask, I will give you a brief outline of the developments that brought me to this door " "Well, beg respectfully and I will consider your request That's Female domination and male submission I had never experienced a woman so wet, and it was a shock - a bloody delightful shock - and it spurred me on " 'So we're not going to be speaking much are we?' said Mr Low sarcastically My knees buckled and I sunk, belly down, onto the floor And then, and then – ah, those bottoms! All shapes and sizes: tight and round, bouncy and swaying, slim or bulging I glanced up and could see my Mistress with her finger to her lips, tapping gently My spanking activities were born "You will not speak unless I give you permission to speak " To be truthful, at eighteen years old I was even dreading reaching twenty-one because I figured that after that age life was all down hill The door swung open and I was somewhat reassured when a rather pleasant looking lady peered at me " 'So a cup of tea is out of the question then?' observed Mr Low I have high hopes for you Mr High is adventurous and bold, and the reason I get anything done at all Get on all fours in front of the sofa " I gently raised myself off her knee and eased over to the full-length mirror on the wall at the far end of the room I even developed a method of masturbation that I could engage in at any time, day or night, no matter where I found myself had just experienced one of mine Your mind and your body are no longer yours "Yes, slave, you wish to speak? Please continue Rest your weight on my knees And then again, and again " "One, thank you Mistress Left alone that is except for the nagging of my two misnamed helpers " I replied respectfully A bit louder if you please It wasn't too bad, and nor was the second or the third, but by the fifth it began to hurt and sting badly " She ushered me through and I followed, doubts hammering in my chest It is regrettable: I only wish to punish you for any disobedience or hesitation on your part but my dear slave, how can you possibly fear my punishments when you have never experienced them?" 'That makes sense to me' whispered Mr High I probably first noticed them around the time my first marriage broke up cool In the sixth or seventh month of our relationship, in the midst of writhing around on my bed, she asked me to spank her, or to be precise, pleaded for me to spank her "Yes Mistress Strangely, despite my discomfort, that sounded deeply erotic, and I could feel a stirring between my groin Mr Low expressed his reservations "Forty one, thank you Mistress To my horror, I saw that she was now holding a strap in her hand They even took my mind off turning thirty years old, a date I had been dreading since I was about eighteen years old ' But Mr Low snorted derisively, 'This is fucking embarrassing: what on earth are we doing here?' While Mr High and Mr Low were bickering, my Mistress was watching me staidly And you will do absolutely everything I command She turned me back to face her, took hold of my balls and asked me to cough Whenever you greet me that is the position you adopt, and whenever I say 'Position One' you instantly revert to how you are now Her hand came down for number forty-three, forty-four, forty–five and on and on " I could sense Mr High was keen to make his presence felt for the first time ' As you can see, my doubts continued Put yourself over my lap Sometimes I ignore them and let them chatter and bicker amongst themselves, sometimes I engage them in conversation, not out loud of course, people might form the wrong impression, in fact people might think I was not right in the head " I muttered It looked about 12 inches long, perhaps a bit more: I wasn't in the right frame of mind to gauge the implement properly "Get up and go and look at your bottom in the mirror " I had made it I didn't care, I just needed to remove my bottom from my Mistress's fire I struggled to my knees So I have to administer a taste of the pain I can administer But until then you will obey my every whim only because you fear my wrath My eyes watered and my knees wavered and buckled on several occasions I felt a bit like a schoolchild as my examination proceeded: I had to spread my arms out, level with my shoulders while she checked my armpits "I didn't say I was going to give you only forty-two strokes, did I? I was only enquiring about your age, silly boy Exhausted we both lay back and relaxed on the bed, she hugged me and gave me a heartfelt 'thank you' kiss " Even Mr High was a little worried by this pronouncement of doom, let alone the absolutely dumbstruck Mr Low "I am not particularly fond of this next part," my Mistress commented, with some concern in her voice, "But it is a necessary part of your training "Forty-two Mistress But there was no way I was going to stop Quietly, I lay across her knee No more please "No more, please Mistress," I pleaded "Put your hands closer together, slave " I hazily recalled how to make such a request and rolled over on my back and kicked my aching legs into the air Heaven Seemingly content with my answer she sat down on the sofa and studied my obedient posture I wanted to be spanked and humiliated " Mr High was impressed That request never came, and as I continued to spank her, I felt underneath her for her pussy: she was absolutely dripping wet She had just experienced one of her fantasies, and unbeknown to her, I Assume your position POSITION ONE Mr High and I felt a tingle of anticipation while I knelt awaiting her return She told me to turn around, with my back facing her, as she remained seated on the sofa 'Sounds like a bloody Careers Advice worker when you're just leaving school I increased the strength of the slaps and awaited her request to stop, but still it never came And more importantly I wasn't sure just how much of this strap I could actually take Blonde, about 5ft 4in, with a slim body, and looking pretty much as I'd imagined her from our telephone chats Even from my earliest recollections I realised that I adored women: young, old; thin, large; short, tall - it made no difference I went to rub it gently, but it stung, and I thought it was better left alone until the burning sensation had settled down "I don't remember giving you permission to speak " The next six hits with the strap were excruciatingly painful as I could feel it cutting into the cheeks of my bottom And it worked: I could bring myself off by using this method in almost any environment, be it on a train, at the cinema, or in the park, undetectable except for a slight flushing of my face when I came "There are many rules for you to learn," she continued That's enough Now here's the point Thank you Mistress, thank you very much indeed |
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