Novice´s Dreams

What do I have to say about the day that came next? I was so sore, I was black and blue, covered in bruises, and my ball felt like they had been in a foodprocessor. That chasing through the troop, with Herrin Sisusing me will be long remembered. But the whole scene had something magic, to be wanted to so much. To be a source of pleasure for someone in this way. That was what it was all about, my Herrin was to amuse herself, enjoy herself, and I had to give her that. And for her it was easy, just hit me where it hurts and enjoy my response. And the rape scene had been very confronting, not as exciting as I expected it to be. It was more about the shift in balance, who is on top, in control. I was not I the position to enjoy it fully, it was more about surviving. And I was astonished to see my erection diminish, how can that be. But afterwards it came back, in such a way she needed ice for 5 minutes to get it into shape again, for its little coffin! And back home I suffered unbearable pain, my balls, my body. I could not avoid thinking back of this experience, and have an erection that I had to regret! I went into the bathroom and opened the shower for a proper cool down. LOL! How could she do this to me? I was about to go crazy, my balls did hurt so much, from the beating, from the failed orgasm, the trapped semen inside my body.

When I came at her house that evening all was dark, but I saw the flashing of the cars headlights. At first I did not understand it was for me, I walked over and the door swung open. “Pants on your ankles, I want to see your dick”. I panicked, here, in the street? It was dark, the car was parked in a dark spot. I obeyed. I could not see her, her hand grabbed my balls and pulled me tight to the car. My foot at the bottom, my head looking over the roof, and my tender parts all for her. She pushed something in my hands it felt soft. Lace fabric, her knickers. They were moist, I could smell her.

“Put them in your mouth, not a sound!”   

I felt something in my waist, my body was pulled inside and trapped. A belt attached to the chair. Well, it make a point, nowhere to go now!

“well C, how is my little toy. How is it to be locked, getting used to the idea Herrin Sicha is here to set you free and enjoy. At least, when she feels like it. I must admit this is real fun. I see how you are growing and there is no where to go, your veins look like they are about to explode, and you gat so horny from your balls being touched.

And she was right, of course. I was about to explode, my cock did hurt sooo much, it did not recover yet, was still covered in bruises. But it wasn’t fair either, my balls where under extreme pressure from three days of extreme excitement, extreme torture, without any relieve. Just that was terrible, but Herrin Sicha was ready to add some to that. She was kneading my balls, and then I felt the relieve, my dick was being released, and my erection grew to its normal size. And there, OMG, I felt her hot mouth on my soft flesh, the warmth, the moist, it was heaven. But she would not be my Herrin if it would stay like thjis. She knew I needed little encouragement in this condition, so there was a tight ribbon around my balls, trapping them again.

“I have been looking forward to tonight! We are going to try something new, and I promise to be careful. But we are going to electrocute you, ain’t that fun”  

I ordered Pizza and pasta (for me?), home delivery. I served Herrin C port wine, I gave her cheese crackers. And I started to massage her feet. Then the bell rang! She looked at me, I looked at her. And suddenly I understood, I blushed deeply. I was to open the door, in high heels, stocking and garter. Now knowing who would be there! It would be a young boy propably, who would had a heart attack when I would stand there. Knowing I know, Herrin C smiled broadly. And nodded, “go ahead. Don’t forget the tip”

How can I be in such a state that I simply obey, there is a strong hesitation. I turn around and just see that beaming encouraging smile. And then there is only one way to go, to the front door. And open that with a radiant smile. Go to hell boy, was all I thought. And he nearly went to hell and back, shocked by the sight of my stocking, my bra, and my exposed pussy. He could only hand me the food, without a word. Eyes like on sticks, falling out of his head. Making me so fucking confident and sexy. I smiled, took the bag with pizza and pasta, gave him more then enogh money and wanted to close the door. Then Herrin C called from inside, “hurry up my slave, I am hungry”. Loud enough to let the boy hear. But in stead of diyng of shame I smiled at him, winked and closed the door.   

I went back to my Goddess, and started laying the table in the kitchen and I was to lead Herrin C to the table. But when I attempted to sit she stopped me, took something from her purse and showed it to me. “you know what this is, don’t you”. The collar had the name Sandra on it! I was completely surprised. I blushed deeply. Not because of my nudity. “Gut, mein hundchen”. And she put pasta on a plate, then took my hands and tied them on my back. I wanted to protest,” this isn’t bondage my little whore. Otherwise there will be no food!” Ihad no choice as to accept. The plate was put on the floor, pasta with tomato sauce. Guten appetite she said. I looked puzzled, how was I to eat this. I looked at her. “you need help?” I nodded. Herrin C sighed, stood up, came to me, and then holding my head she pushed me on my knees, then slowly bending more and more, until my nose touched the plate. “you get it, now eat” and she pushed my face completely into the spaghetti and made sure my whole face was covered in sauce. “now shut up and eat, for as long as I eat at least!”

It was a mission impossible, I was hungry, not only for pasta. And I did not want to displease her more, so I tried to eat. But it was a disaster, the floor was red in sauce, and I did not get very far in emptying my plate. When she took it away I felt miserable. But it would get worse, the floor. “clean it” she said. And licking the tiles of my own kitchen floor. This was horrible, I suddenly realized it. My own floor, my own house! This could not be true. And I let her tie my hands behind my back. There were tears coming, but I wanted to fight them. But how could she sense this? She patted my head, my poor girl, crying are we? Well, it is nothing yet. I will make you cry like never before!

I was led into the room. “Now, lets talk limits. I saw you did your best to define as much linmits as you could think of. Well done, I agree with miss Sara we can accept them all. So, then I can tell you what things will not be within your limits”. Get me my bag”. I dragged the bag with my teeth to her, and she opened it. Took out some kind of clamps. “well, this is really nice to start with, nipple clamps”.

Had I forgot that? Suddenly I understood I had been a fool! There were many many things she coukd do, since I clearly stated my limits. And with a wide smile she removed my bra and attached a clamp on my nipple. I gasped for air, it hurt, a lot. She laughed, “so much fun this is going to be. And I am sorry I did not follow that one limit of bondage” the other clamp went on, and I was nearly expoding with pain!

Even more tight? I was nearly choking. This feeling of my throat being closed, it was terrifying. Yet I was in the centre of attention, and it made me feel very good! I thanked her when she was ready. Though the humiliation of my legs being kicked apart, exposing my ass and balls was something else. I felt warm hands, working rough, and then a sharp pull. My balls seemed to be ripped off my body.

“this will do” Wanda said. “Lets put him near the fire place. I want to see that cock shrivelling when he feels the heat of candle wax on it.”

And the President led me on the leash, her heels clicking on the marble. Putting me in position, my head down, connected to the grid of the fire place.

From this place I had a good view of the room. I saw Wanda sitting down in one of the great armchairs, more a giant battleship than an arm chair. The chair was more like a fortress. And from this position she looked at the President, standing 3 meters away, towering over her on her high heels. I was curiousm what would happen.  The woman looked at each other, age versus youth, experience versus boldness.

Then Wanda kicked of one of her shoes, “god, my feet are killing me. It has been a long day”.

Then the President walked over to Wanda, lifted her long dress till over her knees and kneeld down. Taking one foot in her hand, lifting it in her lap she started giving a gentle foor massage. Next to the chair stood a small table, red port on it. Wanda reached over and filed a glass, took a gulp and gave a long sigh, “sheer bliss and pleasure. God, I need this”. And she handed the glass to the President as well who nipped at it. And continued her duties. Wanda went down deeper in the chair, lifting her dress as well above her knees so she could spread her legs a bit. Exposing her long perfect legs. I could see how the President was not untouched by this!

I was certainly moved, two of such incredible beautiful Ladies. And yet so different, the stunning splendour of the President, stately and strong, versus the young beauty of Wanda. I wasn’t surprised to see that Wanda closed her eyes, confidently. And that the President was all over her, her eyes drinking her in. yet, all she held was one foot. But soon Wanda lifted the other, and let it trail along the front of the President. Slowly over her belly, the tip of the shoe moving up, her leg moving up. Damn, I was sure she was now even exposing her incredible beauty that was her sex. But to my amazement she put her foot on that glorious breast, first the tip, then the complete sole, and finally moving on with her heel. It must have been the bra she was wearing that protected the soft tissue of such a delicate breast. But then I was to see the most incredible thing ever. The President stood up, turned her back to Wanda and presented her the zipper. I could see the delight on Wanda’s face. The president stepped back, let the dress fall from her shoulder. Exposing an exquisite and delicate set of lingerie. The she knelt again, took Wanda’s foot in her hand and continued her work. Wanda lifted the other foot, and planted the nail on the presidents nipple. I could see how she flinched, the pain struck her, but she held her head high, and continued massaging her miseress to be!

The scene looked cosy enough, but was boiling underneath! There was something about to happen, I was sure of it. This wasn’t an innocent massage. The ease with which Wanda had positioned herself in that chair, and had positioned herself in the cared for position.It was amazing. But the way she had persuaded the president to remove her dress, and offer her naked breast for a torturing touch by her high heel.That was awesome. I did not have to wait long, Wanda did not like to waste too much time on trivial matters.

“you have a flogger here my dear”

The president looked up, and nodded.

“get it for me, will you?”

When she had left the room Wanda looked at me and winked, showing she was in control of this situation. I blushed, since I know what she was capable of. Those last months I had spend close in her presence had shown me she was a strong woman. And very capable of getting what she wanted!

When the President came back Wanda pointed at me. Show me how good you are. That wasn’t very fair. Wanda knew that such a remark would demand serious efforts from the person that was being challenged. But I was I no way to protest, being completely immobilized. The president walked over to me, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She stopped in front of me, and said, “ass in the air, and worship my feet” and as I complied she started whipping my poor naked ass. Not warm up, strong blows, not the ones you expect from a lady! And although I tried to hold back as much as possible, I let out a long low moan.

“damn” Wanda cried out, “such a pathetic arse of a man. More and harder. Here, take my stocking to stuff them in his mouth.”

We sat in the limo, I was in between those fantastic woman. There was silence, not an uneasy one. A silence of anticipation, a silence of expectation. A knowing things would turn out well. When we arrived at a large mansion it was an incredible sight, what a villa, what a house. Beautiful white, large walled garden, a fountain. It was a bit kitsch, a bit like in the movies. But knowing it belonged to the President made me admire her even more. But it had to be made clear my role in the next hours would be reduced to that of a puppet. I stepped out of the car, and struggled with the shoes.

“you can take them off Wanda said”, and when I had done so she started unzipping my dress. Let it slide of my body. I stepped out, feeling fake. The bra empty, the crotch of the panty filled. I was so excited, there was a huge wet spot. Wanda tugged in, felt the head iof my cock. The slippery wetness made her smile, and me moan. The hand was back on my lips and she let me taste my own juices. Then all of a sudden she hit me in my face, hard. “Disgusting slut, undress, now”. What was I to do? My queen Wanda was in charge. I felt ashamed of my excitement. I took off the bra, and Wanda pointed at the President.

“give it to her, as well as the panties”

I did not dare to look at the President, she was so mighty. I felt so emberassed.

“Kneel and let me ride on your back, in we go”

I looked stupefied, what was I to do?

I did not had much time to think. The President just grabbed my ear, twitsed it like I was a little boy and then pulled me to the ground. And when I was on all fours she indicated to Wanda.

“your horse is ready miss Wanda”.

And as a man would help a Lady in amazon style, Wanda was directed on my back. And while I started moving Wanda hold her hand up, not letting go of the Presidents’s hand. An occasional slap on my ass, and even some kicking ensured the horse was moving towards the entrance of the main house. The gravel dug deep in my hands and knees. But I could not move, I had to be steady and help Wanda home. But I also sensed something else, a bond between me an Wanda. Somehow I understood that the President would be next challenge for Wanda. And with me on hetr side, together we could make this work.

At the door I stopped, the President helped Wanda from my back and together they walked in. but strangely, Wanda insisted to hold her hand up, not letting go. And forced the President to lead her in, indeed, like a man would do to a Lady. I wasn’t told to get up, so I went behind them, on all fours. There was a big hall, a large staircase, big plants. A entrance of a real stately home. Marble on the floor.

“where can we leave the horse my dear”

I am afraid my girls days were over now!

“Wait, lets make this a bit more appropriate”. The President stepped towards the bottom af the stair, at the back side there was a door. She opened it and produced a collar. Lets put this around his neck, then I shall lead him into the stable. She stepped clowe towards me, bent over, patted my check and started to put the collar around my neck. And all the while showing me the most glorious breasts I had ever seen. She was in this kneeling position, her cleavage in front of my eyes. I saw the perfect curves, the dark tan that covered all her body, I saw her erected nipple. God I went crazy, I got a huge erection. But to my horror that was spotted by Wanda.

“maybe you have some kind of wrist band” Wanda asked.

“yes love, in a moment. I need to pull this a bit tighter”.

Miss Sara

I was so excited, somehow all your words, calling me a whore, making myself using that word did not harm me! No, I was ready to discover a new world. I was ready tpo serve this gorgeous beuty, and yes like we discussed before. Her youth set me on fire, like your young years drive me crazy with lust. But after talking to you it was now time for the real thing. She was a bit late, 6.15 when she came out of the shop and saw me waiting for her. I stood like a statue, coat open to reveal my dress, high heels, wind in my hair. She smiled. I wondered if she had a collar to put it on, but no. she walked up to me, and said just “hallo Sandra, wilkommen” and kissed me on the mouth. I tasted her freshness, her beauty. Immediately I sunk deep into an unknown world. I wanted to suggest a dinner in town, but she took my hand. And dragged me to her car. Mine was to stay, we would come back and pick it up later that night.

She demanded I told about myself, how I met you online, and how you managed to strip me from my pride. She was silent, and just laughed at the fact it was only one week yet. And that you managed to do that all so easily. She said it was good we met, she could teach me to be a proper Sklaven. And she told me a bit, about her work on the shop, where she had met more woman that liked to be on display, expose themselves. But it wasn’t a game to her, this was seripous business. Once I had submitted to her there was no going back. I wanted to say something about you but she simply said she would deal with you. And I would find out who was to be in Control of me.

When we arrived home I led her in the house. And there she took control, completely. “Sandra?” she said? I turned, and she him me in my face. Hard! Left, right. “you did not properly greet me yet. So this is your punishment. And it will get worse, because we are to discuss your limits. Undressm, quickly”

I was completely blown away by this. I thought you were strong, but we exchanged just words. Here she was, in flesh and blood, and showing me my place. Undressing was easy, the dress fell. Then I took of the night skirt. Herrin C laughed and said you (miss sara) had prepared me very well. I was standing there, high heels, stockings, garter, half cup bra. She looked at me and recognized all the lingerie I bought at her place. She smiled, then pointed to the floor, “clean my shoes”

What else could I do but comply. I was completely overwpowered, not by her presence, no by my willingness to please her. It was all that was in my mind, being commanded, controlled. And serve, just serve. I licked and kissed her shoe. She was wearing high heels too, and she lifted one shoe, let the heel disappear into my mouth. This was something I would never have guessed I would allow that. But I felt myself so wet, so excited. I wanted her to fuck my mouth. I moaned hard, as if she was touching my cunt itself!

Miss Sara

It was 5.30 when I arrived at the shop. There were still several clients, and I could not see the shop girl of last time. I was kind of panicking. After all we have discussed today, I wanst sure if I could do it after all. Your words resounded in my ears, that I was ready to be taken, to be led by you, to be humiliated even. I felt panick every time when I thought of that. I am not like that, and yet, what I said about begging you to fuck me, that was all true. I had such a deep and uncontrollable lust. I felt every part of my body just longing for you. How can that be? I only know of your words, not of your face, nor your body, But I  coukd picture you clearly in my mind, dark, medium height, small breast, that stand like small hills when making love to. And then I spotted the shop girl, and I was beaten by the fact that she was in fact my dream girl, the one I pictured as you, in my mind. It gave me courage, I was so happy to see her. After all we talked about, suppose she would not show up. It would be a complete failure. I would not be able to speak to you ever again. I would have disappointed you. It was nearly show time. You said 5.50, I stepped in 5.40. the shop was quiet now, two assistants again. I saw they were both busy. So I went in, not atrrracting attention, no eye contact. First normal white underwear, then I headed for the bra’s. I was searching through then when I sensed someone nearby. It was her, I closed my eyes, looked down avoided eye contact. And said softly, “I am lookin for a half cup bra, can you help me please?”

And she waited for a reply, say for like hours, and then said. “welcome back, follow with me”. In stead of to the bra’s she lead me directly to the cubicle, opened the curtain, let me in and closed it behind me. Still your voice in my mind I opened my purse and took out the bue panties, and handed them to her “Herrin, please accept my gift”. It was so hard to keep my eyes lowered, and I could not. I had to see her response, I needed to know what she would think. Her eyes were btight, dark, beautiful. And her smile was wide, but not easy. It was more determined. “undress” was all she said. Then I will get you the things you need. But she did not leave. I undid my blouse, my bra. She took it from me, holding it, not on the hools. Then waited for the skirt. It came off, and I took the position, hands in my neck, eyes lowered. She stood there, being silent.

“a bra, half cup?” Yes Herrin I said, nippples exposed, white

Then she turned and left. I could hear her speak to the other girl, I am busy with a client, you know, one of them. Can you stay at the counter for some time. Then she came back, only one bra. Non fitting, way too big. I looked at her helpless. Yes, thought so, small tits. And took them from me, then left again. Next was even bigger, and she smiled “they shrink, must be the cold”.

The next was good, my nipples were firm and clearly exposed. She helped me fitting it, her hands under my breasts, pushing them up, and accidently touching my nipples. Even let her nail trail from the top of my breast. All the while I held my breath. And thought of only one word, humiliation! And at the same time I felt my juices beating at the exit, slowly making my moist cunt lips even more, until I felt a clear drip on my thigh. I tried to ignore it. Concentrate at the task at hand!

Then with it all fitted she stepped backwards, and I looked up. She saw my heavily blushed face. Hr hand touched my cheek. “I was ordered to come here, I was ordered by my online mistress, miss Sara. If you want you can mail her”. She nodded, and I turned to get it out of my purse, and as soon as I bent to pick it up I felt her hand, on my ass. I stood frozen, not knowing what to do. But she did not move either, only when I bent further she found my ass crack, sliding a finger through it. From top, till bottom, and underneath to me wetness. She  bend over me, “aber du bist ganz nass” (but you are completely wet), and then stepped back again. The humiliation was so great, was it? Or was it desire? Was this the lust I felt before, when talking to you. I could only pick up the piece of paper, stand up and hand it to her. She took it. And looked at it. “where is she from” I answered Greece, though you never confirmed it to me. She nodded. “I will think about it”.  And then put it away. Now our eyes met, and I said you ordered me white slip skirt, I made a mistake last time. “So you find it hard to obey I guess”. Those words struck me, unfair, but saying no would be like a slap in her face. But just at that moment her hand went out, and struck me!!! I was totally taken aback, flushed, deeply ashamed. “she just said, I get it” and left. When I looked in the mirror I could see her hand on my check. Clear as it was still there. Suddenly I remembered your words, that she might do that. And I was so confused, how did you know that?

It took her some time to return, and when she did she helped me in the slip dress. My hands in the air, she stopped again with dress covering my face. “we forgot the bra” took it off, sure to touch my breasts. My heart was racing, I was breathing hard, then her hand was over my mouth, pushing the silky gown into my face, and her voice was close by “would your mistress let me play with you more than this?” I could not answer, just nod. And then she released me. “gut, sieht schön aus” (looking good). “Einpacken?” and all too soon I was there naked again, and it seemed she had forgotten to return my clothes. I looked around, careful and ashamed. They were on a chair, two meters away. And as soon as I stepped outside she was visible again, grabbed them and said, looking for this?

Again I nodded. With a wide grin she handed me it, and then turned.

Upon leaving the store we were alone at the counter. “I work till 8 tonight, will you be waiting for me?”

I said you would not permit that, she nodded. “Then we will see. I contact your mistress, obey her and we will see each other soon again. My name is Christine, tell her that”.

I left a tip, and went. I had to walk a bit around town before calming down.

Now writing these words I wonder what you would demand me to write as well, emotions, feelings.

I am tired, I cannot go online now. Hubby is in the next room. I tied his balls to heavy water bottle. He is in pain. Now he may jump for me, and then I will use a flogger on his balls and dick

There was a formal toast, while we were all still standing. The President held a short speech, welcoming us, Wanda and, as she called me, “her lovely female helper”. There was a small giggle from the Ladies present, a group of 8. Then we were invited to sit at the table, me and Wanda were beside the President. I could see at least three other Ladies that had been present at the meeting, the others had to be partners of the company.

It was a very pleasant dinner, I did not had to do a lot of effort to keep the conversation going, though it was awkward that I felt hands under the table, reaching for my dress, lifting it up till it was resting on my knees. I did not dare to move! Let alone drop it again. And some time later there was a hand from the other side that started stroking my upper thigh. I did not know what to do, apart from looking down at my plate. Hoping my blush would not give me away, I had the feeling I was red as Mars! Boiling hot, sweat on my forehead. The hand slowly made its way upward, fondling my satin cladded thigh. First on the outside, then slowly moving inwards, and upwards. When there was another hand on my other leg I was close to panic. I wanted to get up and run. But it was obvious I could not do that. Not only because it was not the way to act, not appropriate. But also I had a small handicap, though the word “small” is not  the right description. I had a huge erection, and the tiny fabric of the underwear wasn’t hiding anything. So I better stay seated, and don’t show any kind of embarrassment. But when my gaze met Wanda’s I was sure she understood what was going on. Her smile, her look at the arms of my neighbours, with their hands under the table. And then of course my deep blushes. Got, this was so. Embarrassing? I don’t know, maybe, but I was also extremely excited. One hand finally got hold of my hard and throbbing member. God, I thought I was about to explode then and there, and I imagined all staring at me. Making me feel, so vulnerable. And excited, how could that be? How could this excite me, ever? There was confusion in my mind, where was this leading. Well, if the hand continued there was no discussion where this was leading, at all. It was downhill, hard, without a brake! But then, when I was very close to a huge orgasm the hand stopped. It moved away, as did the other. And I had time to recover.

My state of excitement must have been fairly good visible to all, but no one took advantage. No single remark was made. There was just the smile of Wanda; she was clearly amused with my position, though the level of excitement and comfort was too high to refer to it as “uncomfortable”. But her eyes were on me, and did not let go. She was never the Lady to let go. She wanted this to happen, all was planned, and it would mean there was much more to come. Suddenly she pointed downwards; I looked at her, puzzled. Then she stood up, stepped towards me.

“Under the table boy, thank our host in a proper way. Massage her feet”.

What else could I do but comply? I wasn’t in the position to argue with anyone. So I made sure the waiter wasn’t watching, and then I slipped under the table. With my robe and high heels not really an easy task. But I managed. It was a strange sight!. There were about 8 lovely Ladies, sitting relaxed, all lovely legs, sexy shoes. And I was to worship the Queen Bee. Gently I removed her shoes and sat crouched under the table. I started rubbing lightly, and then pressed harder. I did have some experience in massaging techniques. If anything, a foot massage is far from gentle, you need a firm hand, strong fingers, to get results. And it was clear I got results, there was relaxation in the way she sat, parting her legs, sitting more relaxed. And then when I had done both feet, which took at least 10 minutes, there was a big surprise. She lifted her robe slowly, and then, once above the knees, she parted her legs wide. This was clearly an invitation!

How was I to respond, hands or mouth? I did not dare to get too intimate. I was the guest of honor after all. But now, in this indecent position it was clear I was a servant. So my hands moved up, slowly. The ankles, the shin. I touched the smooth skin, not too light, I wasn’t planning to tease. I had this one chance only, if I could make the Queen consider me a good boy, I might restore my position as man again. And on the other hand, I was dying to touch her. All she reminded me off, during this day was sexual desire! I am not ashamed to say it. She could compete with Wanda. She was higher in rank, how foolish to think she would consider me in any way! But now I had this one chance, my hands on her legs, slowly working yp towards the knees. Touching them and then slowly along the outside to the back, slowly teasing, and pulling her legs apart. And as in a mricale, she responded. Her legs parted, her dressed moved up even more. And I nearly gasped, cos there were garters, and there was nothing to hide her secret garden from me! It was neatly shaved, leaving just the enough hairs covering the outlines, making me ache with desire. My cock was nearly buirsting out of the dress I was wearing, and my cock had already escaped the small panty I was given. I felt my own wetness on my belly. I shifted a bit, and felt how it was stroked by my own skin.

This movement must have been picked up by the queen, since I felt her foot, moving upwards along my leg. The pointed shoe now directed at my balls. Soft kicks urged me on! Not too lose time, but perform. I eagerly obliged, I buried my head between her strong thighs. They locked me in place as soon as my tongue touched her soft flesh. I felty a little shiver, but I could hear how she was talking, just continued. Controlling her excitement, as simply as she controlled me. My task was easy. I was locked in place, my ears blocked by the warm thighs. The pressure was enough to urge me on. Oxygen was scarce here. But the heat was overwhelming. The wetness convincing. I was being rewarded with a highly responsive female sex organ, her lips moist and inviting. Her little knob was swelling with the desire of being touched. And I did not let her down! I let my tongue do the work, and increasing the sexual desire that washed over this Lady. When she was close I felt a hand on my head, grasping my hair, pulling her closer, making more contact with my tongue, my lips and her moist sex. It was as if she was kissing me, pulling me in deeper and deeper. I had to be as silent as possible whereas my Goddess could hardly enjoy this as much as she could. But little did I know that this was exactly what really turned her on. Turning me into a doll first, and then ordering me under the table. Controlling me while being in normal conversation. Her orgasm was silent, but intense. The hand holding my hair was fierce, pulling my hair out. Making my eyes little ponds of tears. But the reward was great, the flush of warm liquid in my mouth, her spasms. It was all heaven.

When she let go she moved me towards my mistress, Wanda. And she was ready for me, she was very aroused. I had a place to find out. By touching her intimately. Of course, I had longed for this for a long time, ever since I had met her! She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, she was strong, young. And I hoped for her attention, noticing me. When she did I was shocked to see where her demands where leading me. I had a world to lose, but I would find another world. I resisted this for many months. And now she had found the way to make me hers. To make a truly submissive to her desires. And I was convinced she felt the same. There was passion in her, the way she pulled me close. Did not want any gentle play, she demanded action. I was a bit ashamed, for her, she was ona table, a guest, and yet she was so hungry! No doubt she had won her place in this group of gorgeous and leading woman! Somehow I wondered how the relations were, truly. Who was boss? A strange thought, not at all. Any group has its ranks, in any group there are Leaders. Inspiring the pack. And somehow I sensed that my Wanda was more than just a visitor. The fact she had arranged this, and the President agreed to that. it had to mean something. It was an odd idea, but young and beautiful, stroug. Would that evoke desire, maybe even in the President?

Suddenly I was pushed aside, I thought I had done something wrong when Wanda pulled me back from under the table. Flushed, looking ashamed, failing. But I could see the sparks of joy in the eyes of the other woman,. They were having great fuin. But something had happened, when I looked at the President I saw she had lowered her eyes. And Wanda was looking strong, maybe even victorious! What had happened? I could only guess. But is was soon to learn more once the dinner was finished. We all stood there, goodbyes were said, hugs giving. Wanda and the President were saying goodbye to the other, clearly not parting from each other. I stood there now, a bit silly. The other woman bid me farewell, complimenting me with my performance. All having this sly smile, showing they were superior to me! That they could afford themselves this attitude. A was a man in a world normally controlled by men, yet something had changed. This time I was a minority, even converting to the other side. Being dressed in such a feminine way.

I was contemplating this when I was taken by the two remaining woman, my Wanda and the President. They took me in between them and escorted me. To my surprise we did not go up to our rooms, but headed for the main entrance, where the limo was waiting. I was pushed in, a barrier between them. Somehow I sensed this was going in a total different direction then I expected.

In my room, my head racing, my heart beating fast. There must be a way out,. Wait, I could call the front desk, ask for a butler, and rob him of his clothes. No, no, better. I tell them my pants are torn, I need something to change into. No, other, I can put on a waiters suit and serve the Ladies at their table, or….

It was all in vain. It had happened, it was bound to happen here. I let go, was not on my guard. I should have known Wanda would have a great trick at her sleeve. And she played, I would say majestically. Suddenly I realised it wasn’t so bad after all. All the trouble she had gone through, just for me! Can you imagine that. Me, just an ordinary man, just an ordinary employee. She could have men by the dozen, she was a great looking woman, she was strong, both in mind and body (did I remember that, sure I did, my little humiliated organ responded with great joy() and she was not well off, money wise. So why would she go through all the trouble of doing this to me. Either it was cat and mouse, and she was enjoying the game, or it was profound. She really wanted me, ME!

Can you imagine that, and the fool I was, by ignoring her, by thinking she was playing some perverted sick joke on me. No, now I realised her true intentions. I understood them. This meeting, all the trouble of organising it. Setting me up with our client, and now robbing me of my clothes and replacing them with this. It was like a love letter, a passionate declaration of love. And I had to be honest, she had caught me already a long time ago. If she wasn’t in all this kinky stuff I would have been in her arms months ago. But why the bother, she wanted me, that was clear now. She was my beacon in the night, she was my magnetic north that my compass had to follow. I was lost, without her. Suppose, just imagine, I would let her down now! She would be furious, she would go to any length to clear out the way I humiliated her. I could not let her down, not at this moment. It was a hard decision to make, but at least I would take faith in my own hands, I would be standing there, tall as a mountain, on high heels. Dressed like a queen. There it was, on the bed. The Red Dress, the blond wig. This was going to be a moment I would never would forget.

I cannot say it was an easy job, it was really hard to pull on these clothes. They were all so soft. So vulnerable, I felt like an intruder. I felt like I was the elephant in the porcelain cabinet, I was so clumsy, so not used to this. But it could have been my hands that were trembling, of the excitement. The satin on my skin was delicious, no other words to be found! Since hell, this was one thing I have never ever done before! It took me quite some time, and was afraid the Ladies would get annoyed, of me taking so long. No need for excitement, they were aware of my situation and lack of experience. Now the moment was there, to put on my high heels and make my 1st steps into an unknown world. I looked in the mirror and saw this strange face, was it me? Could it be me? I saw a cute brunette staring at me, I needed eye shadow, lipstick. Nowhere to be found, then a knock on the door. “roomservice”. I opened it, and there came this cute young lady to my rescue. She knew what to do, she was from the beauty salon. No questions asked, just action. In a flash I looked more than hot, to be frankly true. She had already sensed the little bulge in the middle of my dress, but as a professional no remark was made. Actually, she made some useful remarks how to cross the hall to the elevator without coming crashing down on those killer shoes!

Now the moment was there, I went down. Last look in the mirror of the lift, the boy said kindly hello to me and then the doors opened. I could hear the noises from the bar and the restaurant. I walked careful, slowly. Adding a lot to my dignity I guess. I spotted them, in the corner of the bar. I walked towards them, my heart racing in my throat. This was something very very special, all the reservations I had ever had was gone. I was proud of myself, I was proud of Wanda for treating me this way. I was hot, and I knew it. And what was more, now I sensed my new relation with Wanda was about to kick off I was sure I would do anything for this gorgeous woman! She was my destiny.

The conversation fell still when they noticed me, maybe they did not recognize me, the dress must have been familiar I guess. The silence was ended when Wanda started applauding, softly. Looking at me with pure amazement, or was it proud? One can never tell. But the Ladies in the group welcomed me as if I was one of them. Which I probably was, at least from the outside. Of course, I got too self-assured and nearly tripped, but there were the strong arms of Wanda to fall into! She whispered in my ear

“I am happy my love, you finally found your destination. Welcome to my world of pleasure. Now we can finally continue with what we have started. Be nice to our hosts, I owe them a lot”

I bowed gently, male wise of course, stupid male pig! And they all laughed. Well, the ice was broken. A wonderful night lay ahead!

And then the cane made its characteristic sound and the blow fell. It did not hurt too much, but the sound scared me, you could hear it before it hit you. And with the number of strokes the intensity raise. Especially on my ass it was very sensitive, it did hurt like hell! There comes a point you want to jump and dance after the stroke, to move away from the source of the agony,. But there was nowhere to go, only to bear it.

She stopped, I was gasping for air, exhausted. But the darkness was still there, and I had no idea what was next. But I did not had to wait long. I sensed a finger, in front of my face, near my nose. It was moist, it smelled strong. “this excites me a lot! You are my sex slave, and I am going to abuse you, to beat you up. And maybe I will orgasm from sheer joy, from your pain, your moaning. Because you know what I am? A sadist, a pure and bloody sadist. Your pain is my pleasure. And now we move on to the whip. You thought the cane was hard to bare, believe, it was just a warming up!”

She removed the blindfold, and I could see her, at last. I nearly got a heart attack, the leather, them boots! She looked divine, like a goddess, and almost completely I forgot all my suffering, all my pain. Suddenly I remembered why I had come with her in the first place. This lady was a miracle of beauty, of charm, enchanting. But when I realised what it was she was holding in her hands my breathing stopped, fear struck me, my heart ached. There was a whip, a true whip. A whip Captain Bligh (the Mutiny on them Bounty) would have loved. That whip was meant to humiliate me, crush me, defeat me. I was soo scared!

I had thought what she said about sadism was a joke, a rude joke, but teasing me to the limit. But now there was no doubt about her intentions, the smile she showed was one of joy and pleasure. She had caught me, she was the snake that hypnotised the mouse, she was the spider that had caught me in her web. And we all know how that story ends!. She walked towards me, slowly, heels clicking loud on the wooden floor. She held up the whip, just before my eyes. “kiss the hand that is about to torture you”. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and moved my face towards her hand. I could only purse my lips, I was still gagged. She was satisfied with the gesture. “I will blindfold you again, so we can have more fun”. My world became dark again, and with my heart beating like percussion in my chest I waited for the ordeal.

I had mailed my story, and now I had to wait for the next meeting. Time was so slow, I had all these images in my mind, like cast in stone, like a film that was repeated again and again. What did it all mean? Sure, it was incredible exciting. And the longer I thought the more I became attracted to the images of leather, latex, strong and powerful woman, with whips, even with strap on. But that could not be part of real life? I had done some research, read articles on the web, not scientific but interesting enough. It told about woman taking the lead, taking control in a society that was mainly male dominated. And now these same males were submitting. Dying for the attention of their Goddesses. It all seemed so simple, so natural, so attractive. And the leading capacities of Herrin Sicha were obvious. But what I did not understand was this: was this about sex? Was this about lifestyle? What did Total Power Exchange mean? If felt like utter submission, it felt like something that had to be done in order to reach Nirvana. But on the other hand giving up your total identity, your freedom, accepting a chastity belt, blinded by lust and signing a slave contract. I even had read a story of a mistress that was willing t expose her subject to the world, in order to punish his behaviour. And by doing so destroying his whole career. Was that what I wanted? Certainly not, but what did I want? Where was the line that was not to be crossed.

My thoughts stopped when I was outside, ready to ring the doorbell. A new chapter was about to begin, where would it lead me. When I rang the bell all remained quiet. I searched for her car, there it was, in front of the house. She had to be there. Then I saw the note, right next to the door. It said,

G, go to the back of the house. Undress yourself and remain standing there until your Herrin will come and get you.

Undress? It was only 5 C, it might take her god knows how long to get me, maybe she wasn’t even at home after all and I would be standing there, freezing my balls off. But there was no option, not obeying would lead to a very uncivilized chat. Now I was confronted with the power she was about to have over me, would I give in, would I submit to this ridiculous demand? It was more than that, I was so horny and I had anticipated so many thoughts, so sexy thoughts, and it all lead to this? But to be honest, I was only rebelling in the back of my mind, I wasn’t considering any of it for real. I had to do it, did not want anything else. So, there I was. And yes, it was cold. It did not take long to get that message to my bones, I was not controlling ,y limbs that had more than goose bumps, they started to shake violently, my teeth were making noise like castanets. Leaving was no option, even worse than not showing up! I would be cast out of her circle of attention, and I was living for this attention. Maybe in the end I would get m,y reward, that’s what kept me there. Maybe I was allowed to cum, I had managed to control myself, with great difficulty. I had the feeling my balls were bursting, expanding beyond the limits of my pants, day after day. But I knew, confronted with the question there was no way of lying mu way out of it. The truth would be written all over my face. So, I stayed away from the obvious and concentrated again on the cold.

I was pretty nervous, found a shop called intimissi. I came there just before closing time, I rushed in, grabbed a pair of blue panties and went in the fitting room to put them on. Once that was done I came out, clearly more relaxed. There were two shop assistants, both end 20 I guess, maybe bit older even. I walked around looking for that kind of flimsy dresses. One of them came up to me (dark hair, about 1,80 m, tall and strong, work out type), I explained what I wanted. She will have thought my red blushed cheeks were from rushing! So, we took three and I walked slowly back to the cubicle, leaving the curtain at 80%, by mistake. Then I undressed, except for bra and panties. When I turned around I could see she was watching in the mirror. I winked; she looked away, not really a guilty look!

I was finished, had one on, a bit too tight. Looked odd, with my bra. I opened the curtain a bit wider, looked for her and she came over. I stood there, hands in neck, eyes lowered. Breast heaving. She stood there, saying nothing. “Seems a bit tight”.  Silence

“Maybe I should take off my bra?”

She confirmed that, and I quickly did

Then I looked her in the eye. She was puzzled, but smiling. “Must have been a long day” I said, making conversation. She confirmed, the bra went. My nipples now clearly sticking out. I repositioned, breasts sticking out from my body. I started to move, half turned she laid her hand on my shoulder.

“This is too tight, don’t you see?”

GOD!! One hand on my breast, the other on my ass.

I did not move, waited for her to act. She lifted the hem of the dress. I was breathing hard now, cheeks very flushed. Then she moved it upwards

Once above my breast she stopped, “hands in the air”

And I lifted them. With the dress in my face I was more or less immobilized, I could hear her call for the other girl.

“Susanna, can you check in the storage for more of those blue stockings”.

It was clear she wanted to get rid of her.

She waited, then I felt a finger touching my nipple

“Gut” was all she said

Then lifted it over my head. I was standing there, naked apart from the panties

Waiting for her to give me the dress. I looked at her, now I did. And she smiled. Wide.

“Gets cold her, don’t you agree, this draft”.

She was slowly. Did not make a pass at me anymore

Was just enjoying the play. Soon her colleague came back, and all went to normal

I bought a dress, tipped her and asked if I was allowed to come back.

“I work on Friday as well, what about 5 .30 pm?”

I nodded, not saying yes or no.