Novice´s Dreams

I thought a lot about this night. Although she had only slightly touched me, I merely had the sensation of being touched I had experienced her power over me. The slight touch, the suggestion only, and than the real tough stroke of the whip, this alteration had a huge impact on me. Of course, it was more than that, being naked in her presence, her orders, it was like my whole being, all my emotions we under a magnifying glass. A small gesture became a happening, an experience. If the conditions were right it was like a lever. It was multiplied a Thousand time.

How could I cope, how could I deal with that? My fantasy was blocked, not stimulated. It was as if my fantasies became a pitiful copy of the reality, reality was being spoiled even. On the other hand, I was allowed to cum, she understood my need for lust, for satisfaction. I had read about subs dealing with small tasks, humiliating tasks, just taking the crumbs that fell of mistress her plate, being satisfied just being in her presence. But it was not like that at all. My sexual drive was appreciated, was stimulated. And it lead to my submission, I was willing to sacrifice all for her, my sexual desire was to be stimulated, otherwise I would die and vanish. Also different from any other woman I met, she encouraged my manhood, my erections. She made no nasty remarks, she cherished it, like it was a tribute to her. And I must admit, it was a toy she enjoyed using. I was being used, and that sheer thought was terribly stimulating. I was allowed to be male, to be horny, to be stimulated, as long as it served her purpose. Where would that end, where would it lead me, lead she me! Her attraction was not to be denied, like a light on sea, guiding me. She started tormenting me, abusing my balls, never had I experienced such excruciating pain. And yet it was this pain that excited me. I imagined

Once upon a time….

I got a mail, “I expect you at my place, tonight at 10 pm sharp. We need to take control of your lust”. I could not really see where this was heading, I had no other option than to obey. I was there, as agreed. There was a note hidden, “go round the back, undress and enter. I am in the playroom”. At least there was no need to stay in the cold this time. I went into the room, it was pitch dark, I thought there was a good reason for that, but she said, “turn on the light C, I want to show you something”. And indeed, my eyes bulged. She was sitting on the chair, extremely beautiful and attractive seductively dressed in Latex. Next to her a table, with some toys.

“well, I mailed we need to take control of your lust. You are much too wanting, much to eager, much to much interested in your oen pleasure. I want you to control your urges; do you think you can do that? “The answer was simple, of course not. I was crazy about sex, I could make myself cum 3 times a day, watch hot films, read hot stories. It would be unbearable.

“No mistress, I don’t think I am capable of doing that”.

“Good, then you are in for a game that is called Tease and denial. I am going to stimulate you beyond imagination. But to prevent you from cumming we will give you some distraction. Pain normally works well, but I know of men that are getting even more turned on by that. We need to find out what type of man you are, in order to find the right buttons to push. Turn around, bend over, we start with a little toy”

I felt some lubricant in my as crack, and she worked it lightly in my ass. Then she started pushing ab butt plug in. I had never experienced that before; I had trouble remaining standing up, breathing. I needed to concentrate, really hard, and yet damn, at the same time it was amazingly exciting. The scene, me standing there, open and vulnerable, letting her doing this to me, just giving up this control. Letting her take control, not resisting. It was not the butt plug that was going in, she was penetrating my mind, my existence, just like that. And when I turned around I had a huge erection, and there was precum leaking.

“Well, obviously you are ready for more. But realise yourself I am here to stimulate you beyond imagination, until you can’t take it anymore. And then I will send you home!”

She grabbed a ribbon, and starting tying up my balls, closing them in until they were in a little corner, cuddling together. Then she took another ribbon and started attaching that to the basis of my dick. All started swelling, till huge dimensions. My veins were thick and red, like rivers in the country side. My erection was so huge my foreskin did not engulf my cockhead anymore. Then she put on latex gloves and took a little jar. “This won’t hurt, or will it?” She started applying the paste. At first it felt cool, but gradually it got hotter, until it kicked in! I had trouble in looking out of my eyes, keeping standing up straight, hands in my neck, as she had told me to. I needed to focus, then I catch her eye, she was sitting below me, enjoying herself greatly, that was obvious. A sly smile. But I had to prove I was worth her attention, need to keep up with it.

“Well, better not touch this anymore, will be quite sensitive dear C, or …. ?”

There was a pause, “will it hurt more if we use a little whip now?”

She grabbed a little whip, grabbed my mummified dick and pulled me towards her. Is she did not hurt me yet, she now clearly moved one step beyond! She had very good access to my balls, to all the tender flesh. She started hitting me, slowly and soft at first, checking for my reaction. I am scared to say it, but if felt good. I can make all kinds of comparisons, but it’s not like that. It is like sinking into a swamp, deeper and deeper. But its warm water, it is comforting, it’s lulling your mind to sleep, it feels so right! And she sensed it, she was encouraged, realised I was in for more. Increased the force of her blows, a relaxed pace, giving me time to recover, let my moaning and groaning start, swell, and die away. It turned het, very much, suddenly she pushed me down, on my knees, opened her legs and ordered me, “lick me, I need to cum, fast”. And fast it went, she was ecstatic. I did not fail her. When I went home she said simply, “don’t touch it, and suffer for me! Tomorrow same time”

How do you go home when you have been seduced till the end, tempted beyond imagination. What if you have been into the wildest sex of your imagination, and was send home with relief. Very frustrating, very very frustrating. But fortunately (?) the pain in my dick and in my balls was still there so I could remember it all vividly! The biggest question of all was, could I refrain from touching myself. Well, the answer was made simple. Just before I left she stopped me, released my belt, dropped my pants and before I could even start to have an erection I heard this soft click. It felt cool, my cock was enclosed, by…. A chastity belt! She looked at me, smiled, “now I know we are sure to continue our little play tomorrow”. I had pain without end, no, it was humiliation, utter humiliation. I always thought being humiliated by such a Goddess like Herrin Micha would be a thrill, but this was worse from being kicked in the balls! She just did not trust me, and right she was! Because she had stimulated me until I became mad of lust, until there was nothing else to think of, even the slightest thought caused me an erection, my balls hurt beyond imagination. And with every movement I was now being remembered of my limitation, of the control. Of her, the Herrin holding the key!

Again it had been a memorable night, all different than I had imagined. But it was very clear to me Herrin Sicha was in charge, in control of me. And I did not mind a bit! She was an experienced Lady, and I loved to be in her presence. But could I deal with her demands, could I meet her expectations? I did not have any real experience in tis field. And what about no more masturbation, that was close to a disaster! And writing down my fantasies, wouldn’t she get bored soon?

That night I could hardly sleep. I had a huge erection, and it grew even more when I started to rewind the film of that night. I could not control this, I had to touch myself. I grabbed my dick and started jacking off slowly. Just a bit, that would hurt nobody! My balls ached of all the excitement, never before I had to stop while being so excited. The sheer thought of her sitting on my face, while hitting my tender parts with the whip. It was a great experience, but also a 1st experience. I had seen it on movies, I admit, but nothing alike the real experience. And then being touched, whipped while having the blindfold before my eyes, it was all so new, so exciting. I had a fantasy that came close, and I wrote it down.

I am in a strange town, Paris, I don’t know the way and see a café. I go in for a coffee, wandering through a strange town can be quite tiring. When I have taken my seat I see a lady, at the bar. Typical French, small, dark hair, high heels. But dressed smartly, a light erotic touch, tight jeans, sexy shirt. Interested I watch her, when she walks towards me I realise she is the waitress! She looks at me, tempts me, cigarette in her mouth.

 “Un cafe, s’il vous plait”.

She just nods, walks off, can help myself to look at her great ass. So tight. But ashamed I turn off, she saw me in the mirror, eyes met briefly. When she comes back she sits down, in front of me, then pushes the coffee towards me. Stares at me. I cant reists her, lower my eyes, feel uneasy.

 “Dites, mon garcon”, she says, “I need some distraction, and you have lost your way. So come with me. I will be waiting around the corner”. A last glance, then she gets up. This gives me a strange feeling. It could be a great thing, or it could end up totally wrong. What was I to do? Adventure I decided, it was an adventure. This is Paris, and one doesn’t get a chance like this too often. And lets face it, what could happen. She was a only small french girl. I walked out of the cafe and there she was, around the corner. Leaning against the wall, her right leg pulled up in an angle, foot against the wall. When she saw me she smiled, gave me her hand and pulled me along. We turned into the next street and went into a building. There was only a staircase. She put her arm around my neck and whispered in my air. “lift me”.

I lifted her, and started moving up the stairs. She was light, and she was all absorbing. The light was different, the smell of her presence enchanted me. But I was also aroused, got a huge erection that bumped in her thigh every step I made. “grands!” she whispered.

Then she took a blindfold and put it around my head. I nearly tripped, we nearly fell, but she clung on to me, confident as if I was her saviour. At the top I wanted to put her down, but she managed to get the keys while being lifted, and opened the door. I had some trouble getting through, the she jumped out of my arms, “attends”. I stayed there, waiting. I wanted tio take of the blindfold but she took my arms and pulled them behind my back. I heard a click, a touch of metal. Handcuffs, a slight panick went through my body. But didn’t I want adventure? This was adventure. She pushed me forward, into another room. Pushed me against the wall, quite rought. I felt how she loosened my belt, my pants. I opened my mouth, but in went some garment, secured with a panty around my head. My pants fell, my knickers went down. I felt vulnerable, stupid. There I was, bound, naked, dumb and blind. The shirt could not go off, then I heard scissors, cutting. Shit, a brand new shirt. But then she said,

“don’t worry about that. There is a lot more to come which you will regret”

I felt my arms tightened, they were lifted. I was in an impossible position. Nothing more to protect me. And that was really necessary, I felt a slight touch on my body. “This is a cane, to get started”

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.

Then suddenly I became I aware of the fact I wasn’t alone. Thyere was someone in the room, in a some sort of panic I wanted to hide the fabtasy I had written down, but even worse, my pants were on my ankles, my rigid cock exposed. I grabbed my pants and wanted to shove them up my legs. At that moment there was an iron grip in my neck, bending me down. I wanted to jump, but could not go anywhere, at all! Then there was the voice of my Lady, my Mistress.

“I thought I had made my point quite clear. No touching of your cock. I asked, no, I demanded chastity. But you decided to bend the rules. You thought you could do whatever you like, once out of sight. But you underestimate your Goddess. And I pity you, pathetic little man. Not because you failed me, not because you cheated on me. Because I have decided to punish you. You want your cock being touched, being stimulated. Well, I will take care of that!”

She let go of my neck.

“lie down, on your back. Stretch your arms above your head”

Mistress was quick in tyoung my hands, and immobilizing my arms. The spreading my legs, tying them I such a way I could not move. At all. Then she stood between my legs, towering over me.

“look at me,”she said “look at this foot. Do you know what I am going to do? I am going to kick your nuts. I am going to give you great pleasure by touching your sensitive parts. Only one slight problem, I have no intentions of being gentle today. There is only one thing to do to an anfaithful servant. And that is punish him”.

Then she stepped one step backwards, started swing her foot, so I could see it. Slowly, getting closer. Then all of a sudden she kicked. It was being run over by a bus, all of a sudden this flash of pain. I groaned, wanted to move. Seeing me immobilized, seeing me in pain she said

“one kick, and now you are already in pain, wanting you never made this mistake. Well, I am not finished, not by far.”

The kick was expected, and yet it thundered into me, crashed my nuts. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but I had to groan. I had to let go in some way. I was in such pain, I was so much endutring incredible and excruciating pain. Stars were in my eyes. I did not know what to do. And she kicked, again and again.

And suddenly I was screaming on top of my voice. “Please, please I am so sorry. I know I was disobedient, I am so sorry.”

But she just laughed. “Take it, as man or a pansy. I don’t care. But take it.” She hissed. And kicked again!

It is just a word that is spoken softly in one’s ear. Said by a cruel sadist it means the end of a life one knows. Once you have felt pain, there is no way back. Pain is all consuming, pain is the meaning of life. If you haven’t tried to experience pain you have no idea what it means. One could start with a simple definition, like “an uncomfortable feeling”. That might be true, upon first glance. But often pain is just a stage, pain is a stepping stone to something more. Not for young children of course they fall, they are hurt, they are in pain. But mostly it is shock, the realisation something has happened. In my case, a grown up man, it is different. There is a deep and dark desire for pain, to experience it, to endure it. Being denied pain for some time it builds up, and with it desire. They go hand in hand, never leave my mind alone, and I want more of it, it never to stop. And then thinking stops, playing begins. I need this pain, I want this pain, my mind cries for it, my body cries for it. It is much more important than any orgasm, it is my way of showing my mistress my devotion, my submission. Giving her the key to my life, it is the door that is to be opened. I go on my knees, and beg to open it. Since I crave to be behind that door, I crave to have all power transferred. To be nothing, but a toy in your hands, a puppy, jumping upon command.

Is that all just pain? Yes, I think it is. The important of pain is so much more than one thinks. It is all about the key of life, towards life, a fulfilment of life. I do not find it had to want it, it is easy, every moment of the day. My sensitive parts, like nipples, and balls, yes even the head of my cock, they all want to have this feeling. And when I look at videos, or pictures, what do I feel? Do I feel the pain? The rush? No, there is just desire, that is why I said that the mind, the desire, and pain go hand in hand. It is not just the one or the other. And more important, once the desire is there, and the pain begins, one can endure it better. One feels that there is dope coming into one’s mind, lulling the pain, and making it want for more and more. The interaction between subject and controller is all consuming. The subject has this one desire, to be controlled, and ultimate control is pain. And it is the controller that starts at work, flicking the proper switches, knowing what will bring more pain, and more. Is there a limit? Yes, of course there is. There is pain that cuts so deep one cannot see it as pleasure, the old adagio pain is pleasure can feed quite easily. Many pain is no pleasure at al. But enduring it, for ones controller? As a sign of commitment, a sign of kneeling and bowing. I think that is a serious option. And it must be between the two that this limit must be taken. Once the limit is accepted as limit it will withhold further development of the relation, between slave and his mistress, between the pain-slut and the sadist.

Is it necessary that the mistress is a sadist? Does it help? I am not sure, maybe yes. I know it rings a bell in my mind. Why else would you demand pain? As a way of bringing pleasure to you. Does a sadist enjoy when a man is in pain? Does it bring pleasure, make her sex wet? Seeing the marks on a man’s body, hear his cries, knowing that she is able to make him endure more, but also possible to go way beyond that pain? Where the slave is begging for mercy, for a stop, a break, and the mistress just starts enjoying herself? To continue at such a point means a sadist indeed, I think. And to continue is cruel, to ignore the begging, bring more pain. But a slave is never true, saying to stop, begging is just a way of defining the relation. A good and proper relation with a firm and tight control. It could go any way from that point.

Now let us look at the slave itself, being happy with the pain, and then realising pain will be real pain, pain will be torture, will be relentless, will never cease. No slave can endure that. It has accepted pain as a start, it has accepted submission, it has accepted that pleasure and pain are connected. Then to face the inevitable, the real pain. The real point of no return. The real panic. I have never been there, and I long for the experience. And is scares me to death! Yet, have I ever been more aroused by any idea?

I did not sleep well that night, the arousal was still in my system, that was for sure. But worse was the feeling something was about to happen, and I could not control it. I had decided, I would not give in. I was even so certain of myself that I figured Wanda would not fire me. She needed me on the job, there was a lot of money at stake in the transactions I was working on. She was strong and stubborn, but also business wise! If I had known what the Witch would have thought of, just in those couple of hours between leaving the office and returning I wouldn’t have been so light-hearted. As if I was ready for battle.

At the start all was well, Wanda came in, acting quite normal. The 1st sign something was wrong was the post package I received. I was expecting some reports, old fashioned paper since I was working on an old case. And what the hell, inside were … Yes, Satin Panties. I looked around me, maybe someone noticed me, but all was quiet. No one paying attention to me. Then I got a series of mails, all related to work, and all referring me to sites showing sexy undies, damn, more satin. And sure, just when one opened and I wanted to click it away, there came Wanda to my desk. I was flushed with embarrassment, but Wanda just acted if she did not see something burning on my screen. That was weird, that was so unlike her. if that would have happened yesterday there would be Hell and Damnation, now she just smiled, kindly.

The message she was bringing was about the same documents that contained the panties, she had organized a meeting with some experts dealing with the case. We were to go there by Friday afternoon. A strange planning, and I wasn’t really surprised to find out the there was no return flight the same day. It was in a little town, tucked away in a remote area. She was up to something. I could see that in her eyes, the twinkling of pleasure. Or in her little smile, that shoe had difficulties in containing. And of course, in her clothing. She was never very strict and business like, but now she was just sexy. Extremely sexy, high heels, delicate satin stockings. Wonderful shirts, with interesting views of her breasts in fine lingerie. I knew she was doing this to make me aware she was working on me, on my case. She had said it would be fun to win me over, and she really made an effort.

This continued until the date of the meeting, she insisted of picking me up at home, allowing me some hours off work before we left for the airport. The taxi I which she arrived was definitely not an ordinary one. It was a “deluxe”, another sign she was working on a strategy. And all the while there was nothing I could do, not an idea about the clue, a hint of her plan. And her business suit was all the way, very delicate and fine clothing. A lovely scent welcomed me when I stepped inside. She had given me orders to dress real strict and business like, so it was like we were a couple of Italian Maffia crooks, going for the hunt. The journey proofed to be planned perfectly, it was a sign the Gods were with Wanda. We chatted comfortably and I had to excuse myself for going through the papers once more. It left her with remark I was such a dedicated “servant”. I could hardly believe my ears. Such archaic language. Now all was ready for what was to be the grand apotheosis! And fool as I was, still no clue of what was to happen! The only hint was that in the business case she brought was a satin pantie. And while unpacking she put it on the tray in the plane. And when she got a drink (ladies first) she picked it up and put it in my lap. The “you don’t mind, do you?” sounded innocent enough but made me very hot, when the stewardess leaned over me to hand over the drink, her hand on my shoulder when there was a little air bump. Was everybody plotting against me?

When we arrived at the airport there was a company car waiting for us, but my o my. I never have seen such a display of wealth and confidence. Because not only was the president of the company there to pick us up, she was also with a driver and huge limo. She? Yes, she, the president was a she. And the driver was a she too, all of them dressed very smart, very eloquent. No, I would say extremely sexy. High heeled, satin stocking, satin skirt, silk shirt. I had to rub my eyes, this could not be true. Was the company I was working for actually a Matriarchy? I never guessed that when I was in contact with them before. Would I have had eyes in my back I would have seen the smile on Wanda’s face, the eye wink of the president of the company.

We shook hands, formal, but I could sense that her hand shake displayed all her power, no mistake there. Physical power as well as ruling power.

We got in the car, where the talk was friendly, about the flight, the weather, and I could not help staring, What do skirts do when Ladies sit in a comfy car chair, without proper room to move? They creep up, revealing most delicate legs in sexy stockings. It gave me a dry throat. This was no business as usual, this was classy business, extraordinary satin heaven. I smelled te rat, I knew Wanda was playing a trick om me, no mistake there. But what could I do, the president of the company was real enough. The meeting was to be real. And indeed it was, I held a presentation on the case we were working on. I made a good job out of it. My specialty, what else could you expect. And I had to concentrate very hard, since all the attendees to the meeting were female. Same story all over again, from time to time I had to look in Wand’s direction. And she smiled, an encouraging smile? A self-assured smile, knowing she had me running along the track she routed out for me, I was the rabbit in the headlights, was all the time, what had she said? I would be worth the fight, and she made me fight this little war. Her private war, and I had no real response, except for behaving as good as I could. After about an hour the meeting ended, the president thanked me for covering the full report, and invited me over to dinner.

“yes”, said Wanda. “Let’s meet at the hotel. I take a shower, meet at 7 pm? “

When I came out of the shower, I took the opportunity to do some running before dinner, the hotel was situated in a very dense forest area, I was not just a bit surprised. I only traveled with a light suit case, but it wasn’t on the bed, where I had left it. Instead there lay a complete array of female cloths, and I identified the key elements without any difficulty, satin. Yes, panties, bra, shirt. All satin, all sexy and luxurious. But definitely not suited for a healthy male like me. The disaster sunk in, what was I to do? Now the complete picture was clear, all about this meeting, the sexy set up, Wanda’s smile, the hotel. Yes, even when I was dropped off at the hotel, it was a small goodbye but like heart-breaking, like promising some follow up. And now there it was, the follow up lay on my bed. Inviting me to join them. But where the Ladies were glorious in their sexy outfits I was to be humiliated. The words of Wanda were in my ears again. I was scared, o by God I was terrified. And yes, she would demolish my resistance. Fait accompli!

I wondered what to do, I could simply walk out and blame it on her grief. I could also play along, let the game commence, because I understood as much as that. But on the other hand, she was by far the most pushy girl I had ever met. If I gave in I would be bossed around like no one else before. So I decided to take a turn.

“Wanda, I am sorry. I had a busy day. Due to the tragic events we are behind with work, and I am just worn out. I am not really in the mood for mind games”.

“there you are wrong this is no mind game at all. I am very serious on discussing this between people of flesh and blood. So I juts repeat, look into the bag”

She left out the please, it was clear the tone in her voice had changed. She was ordering me, she was expecting me to obey her. This was going to be difficult. Sure, do you think I had had no thought about our last meeting? My god, she was gorgeous, I hardly have seen a more beautiful Lady than Wanda, the way she was dressed in those “dress to kill” silk panties, her long legs. And to think if what could happen between us made me weak in the knees. And yet, she also pushed me hard last time, into a direction that was not entirely my free will. When she wanted something, she would have it. And I admit, since I saw her, that first meeting here in this office, the red hair, her strong face, there was only one thing I wanted. To be hers! But I was, lets be honest about this, scared. I was a toy for her, and though I did not mind at the thought being played with I was sure her games would not always match my own!

“alright, I will. But maybe you can tell me then why you wanted me here?”

I put my hand in the basket and pulled out some special kind of paper, that is used mto store silk scarves. I opened it and there it was, the satin panties I had worn that last time. I felt like being stung by a wasp, my hands trembled, my head flushed.

“the same”, she said, “the same, and unwashed!”

There was silent between us. I looked from the satin panties and back to her. For the first time in this encounter she smiled. She was pleased with my response.

“why don’t you put them on” She said is soft, just pushing a bit. Silence entered

“NOW”

Het stern voice broke the silence. She was clear, who was in charge. And the choice was mine, give in and be her doormat or resist. I looked up from the satin panties I was holding, and slowly nodded.

“I know you want me to, but I cannot oblige. I am sorry Wanda. This is work, and I cannot mix that up with stuff like this. I just can’t.”

“but you liked it, the other day, our play?”

“yes, sure, but …” I did not know how to say it

“yes, continue, I am waiting”

I took a deep breath, “I am not a sissy, I cannot dress up in female cloths”. There, I had said it . She looked at me, quiet, for some time. Then she nodded.

“I thought as much, since you did not came crawling back to me. You are scared I guess, since you greatly enjoyed our previous meeting. No need to deny that, I saw that at that time, and I can see it now. It is written all over your face! The only question is what to do about it? I think I have two options. Either I force you now, by revealing some of your secret or I will slowly make submit to me. I think the last option will be most fun. I am not cruel by heart, just by mind. So give me the option of demolishing your defences in time you will also be confronted with the devastating effect it will have on you. The choice is yours”

I looked at her, she was so beautiful, all my heart cried out. Now now now! But I could not do it, I had seen some of her commanding powers and it had put me in a vulnerable position. A position that had threatened my whole existence. Maybe I could not resist her, maybe she was as devastating as she indicated. But at this point in my life, I could do nothing else but refuse. I told her so.

“all right, as I said the choice is yours. So you can go now, we talk later”

I left her office, not sure if I had made a victory, or a defeat in the make. I finished work and went home. I was troubled, I could not get this out of my head. What did Wanda want, she loved to put Satin panties on me, she was a strong woman that like to control, to dominate. But where would she stop? Did she understand my fear, my reluctance. Or would she simply decide to crush my resistance and use her position as my boss. I depended on this job, it was well paid and I liked it. And the biggest problem now, I had no one to talk to. No one I could rely on. I was so confused I did not even turn on the computer for entertainment. I just was searching, and I found a website called

www.satinsubmissions.com

the stories there were all too familiar. I found them arousing, especially with my experience, how Wanda forced me into the satin panties. Suddenly I couldn’t care at all, I unbuckled my belt, slit down my trousers and took my fully erect tool in my hand. It felt so good, then I remembered I had some satin handkerchiefs somewhere. I got them and tied them around the base of my cock, very tight. The other one I used to tie my balls together. It was a lovely feeling, the last hanky I used just to fondle myself, lightly. I was a great feeling. OMG, how long could I withstand Goddess Wanda, my Venus. She was so much more than just a nice girl, a beautiful lady, somewhere deep down she was the Goddess that has come to torment me. I wanted to give I to her, now, at this moment, I grabbed my dick and stopped at the moment of explosion. No, I wanted to control myself. I made a promise to myself, I would not come anymore until I had decided what to do, resist or submit.

End of part 2 

I will spare you the details, but I was interested in the word Dominatrix! I could not really grasp what I had seen, what had happened, but let my imagination fly freely. All I saw was, how shall I say it, inspiring! But also over the top, too much exaltation, too much pron. But this little film was nice, I loved it, the cynic message made me think

And that was also my feelings of the says after. It had been a serious game, no joke. But aren’t all games games in the end? I felt a sexual attraction, but wasn’t it more about expectations than the action itself? With that thought in my mind a was on her doorstep, exactly one week later

When she opened the door a feeling slammed into my face, like she closed it on me directly! I could not believe my eyes. There was the same Lady as the week before, but now how I had dreamed about her. Her outfit was so gorgeous, like she was the most beautiful and attractive Lady in the world. What a style, what an elegance.

G, how nice of you to come, get in, otherwise I catch a cold, or the neighbour will crash into my garage! She lead me up the stairs, the view, again! No, much more divine. Eyes down G, this is your training, I am Herrin S and you are my sub! Behave yourself!

All while we went up the stairs. Just casual conversation If she wasn’t my dream come true! She walked to the coach, “port for me and water for you”, and she sat down

My hands must have been shaking violently when I gave her the glass, she took hold of them and calmly said, “G, relax. This is our first time, and I want you to feel comfortable and come back to me next time. I tell you from the start, I like you. Last time you did a great job, I did not expected that to happen, at the start. You are a promise, you have potential as they say these days. That’s why I am giving you this opportunity. We will start easy”

She nipped of her port, and the said “and, been jacking off lately”

I nearly choked on my water!

“No Herrin S”. But it was clear the answer was yes! “Well, my little sub. I know this is hard for you, but let me put one thing straight. No lies, none what so ever. I only accept total honesty. Even when we are things that are … personal. And I promise you, we will get very very personal. You are here, you are to serve me, and nothing else. And to be in my presence we will play the game according to my rules. Understood? So, I try again, answer me!”

“Every day, Herrin S. I could not stop thinking of our first night together, how I saw you, glorious, attractive, naked, how I kissed your feet, licked your nipples, feed you the delicious chocolate. And even with the slightest thought I got a huge erection, sometimes even while at work. I had to release the tension, otherwise I would have gone crazy!”

“I understand, my little sub. I am heaven for you, especially after all you have seen. Much more than any before you! And I liked it. But from now on no masturbation any more. Only when I give you permission. I will send you a text message to give you my order. And you reply by “thank you Herrin Sicha”. I do not accept any mistakes, let alone lies! Good, on your knees. I need a foot massage.”

I did not know how to comply as soon as possible. I loved to be on my knees for this divine Lady. I felt such an intense feeling of gratitude, the be here, at this moment, that she was here for me. While I took of her shoes, gently, and caressed and kissed the foot with the soft nylon fabric she produced a blindfold. “Today G we will feel, not look, not to be distracted”. She wrapped it around my head, tightened the knot securely, checked if I could see anything and the relaxed under my hands. My hands that were getting skilful, I was having more practice in the last week than in all of my entire life before I met my Herrin! When she was satisfied she took my hand and led me to the stairs, upstairs, to the bedroom?

“Now undress, slowly” she said as we had entered a room. I was in the centre, I guessed since my senses were dimmed. I complied, slowly started to take of my shirt, my socks (nothing more silly than a naked man with his socks on), unfastened the belt of my trouser. Which she took out entirely, “we might need that one dear”. My trousers fell to the floor, and when I hesitated a moment, it was the 1st time I would be naked in her presence I felt the sting of the belt on my ass. “are you doubting my orders?”

“no Herrin Sicha, I am sorry” and down they went. My cock felt huge and swollen, I will not deny that. I sensed her presence,. Heard the clicking of her heels on the floor. Sure, I was embarrassed, felt awkward. But I was also confident. I was here because she commanded me, and it felt good! I needed to find out where this would lead. She stepped closer, took my cock in het hand, tested the rigidness. Then slowly lowered het hand until she was holding my balls. “you know, there is nothing better for your Herrin to hold her property in her hand”. If possible I was getting more aroused. At first she was kneading, fondling my balls, watching my reaction. But then she increased the pressure, slowly, as to watch my reaction. It felt like an iron hand closing around my soft and weak parts. She increased the pressure more, “you know you cant win this, but I appreciate a challenge” and added more pressure, squeezing them in her fist, I wanted to cry out, but then she let lose. Gave me a slap with the belt, “stand up, straight”.

I responded directly, there was nothing in the world I was longing for more than to obey her. Because one thing was clear to me, whatever she did it was a tremendous turn on! This was totally different than any sex I had ever had before. It was like playing the game of cat and mouse, and I was the mouse enchanted by the soft furry skin, her power, her seduction.

“Sub, you are not paying attention. Listen to your Herrin Sicha. Now we are the core of the game we play. We will not move beyond this point much further today. But I am going to teach you what it means to serve me. I will give you what you have earned. But it will be totally different from what you are used to. But I assure you, though in pain you will be grateful”

There was silence, and I waited. I had soon on the internet to understand the meaning of the word reward. The whip landed on my skin. Not really hard I guess, but enough to give it my full attention. With all my senses. But the fact I was there, naked in front of her, blindfold before my eyes. It was so exciting. And every stroke seemed to surpass the last one. It was like sinking in the ground, I was slowly losing ground.

When she stopped, I must have been covered in welds. It felt hard, since it was my only sense left, feeling. And yet it was also like stroking me into oblivion. The she said: “lie down”.

No time to waste. I felt her shoes next to my head, she was towering over me. And slowly she lowered herself, I felt her intimacy coming close. Until she was seated on my mouth, I sticked out my tongue and was surprised by the wetness of her cunt, het juices were flowing. She was aroused as I was! And to keep up the spirit she had not forgot the whip, She started beating on my loins, beating my dick. I was growing, I was howling. But all my screams were muffled, and my wriggling and shouting aroused her more and more. Leading to the inevitable, the climax was coming near. Then she fell on top of me, her mouth found my cock, she bit in it and I was out of control, licking and sucking her. I knew when she came, never before I had the sensation of my dick being swallowed and cut off!

We lay there, very still. She on top of me, me struggling for air. She stood up. “sub, its time for coffee”. I take a shower. Next week, same time. And I expect your fantasy as preparation. Might become true, so be careful what you wish for!

How did it all end. I sat in my car, on the way home and contemplated. Well, let’s call it a significant night, a night to remember. A night that was totally different than  I had imagined. It started from the moment I arrived at her doorstep and saw her standing there. What a powerful appearance, such a fragile young woman, with such expression. And when she gave me her proposition I was totally taken aback. How can you deny such a beautiful  lady such a small wish? But I admit, I always asked the question, what will be the trick, what is her hidden agenda. Will there be a surprise? Would she kick me out of the door when I had shown how foolish I could be, laughing about how she was going to tell that story to her friends! But, what did I had to lose? I could not say I had a very adventurous love life the last time, my last relationship had failed some time ago. And I had no idea what was on my mind, what I would like. Sure sex is fun, but I also felt I would like other things. I wanted to experience the Female Power, see the tigress within, a woman that sees me as a prey, to be hunted, to be catched. The spider luring me into its web. I admit internet spoiled me. There were so many gorgeous picture, that showed woman in the way I found attractive, On the other hand, lets be honest, it is all porn. Not real, fake. And I had no idea what to think of it. I have read some stories, on sites, where it was called Female Supremacy. Sounded good, made me hot. But what did it mean? I had been online, chatted a bit. But again, it was all so unreal. Submit to me, they told me, give me your wallet. Well, I guess it’s a habit I don’t understand. Until that moment she opened that door, gave me this task and submitted me for the next two hours. I was the puppy dog that was to satisfy her. And finally the reward,. It was one of the hottest nights I had ever encountered. She challenged me, she wanted to be seduced, she wanted me to get out of my confidence zone. I have no idea how I did it, how I went upstairs while she was in the shower, get her dress and her shoes and stand there quite relaxed. But OMG, she was totally nude, and dripping of water. I had seen naked girls, but this was outrageous. And she reacted so cool, while being wet and naked she still was in control. I was her puppet. It did not reduce my excitement, on the contrary. And it all went so well, the food, the clothing, me massaging her  feet, even licking her feet. Except for the dancing of course, but well, I did it. I dared it! I stepped out of my own shadow. But there was a small disappointed, I hoped to earn more than just licking her gorgeous pussy, just satisfying her needs. I hoped she would tear of my clothes, and attack me. But no, she did made a remark about my dick sticking out, and let me resume my work. She was in control, stayed, whatever happened. She paid me my reward, and then all of a sudden she said

“G. the money is in the envelope. I expect you in a week time, the door will be open at the same time. I can handle a surprise then. If you don’t come, I will send it to your office and make them a remark about how well you did, good reference. Don’t reply now, I will see it by then. And to conclude, I like you, but there is a lot to learn. If you come, you will be under my guidance, I will teach you what you need to know serving a Lady. You can call me Herrin S. Go now, we are finished for tonight”

And off I was. I don’t think I understood any of it. But my night was far from over! I think the computer needed to be switched on.

In the months that came after the eventful I did not see much of Wanda. It had been both a great turn on as well as humiliation, being beaten by a girl, forced to be naked and to wear het satin panties and lingerie. But since I managed to act fairly normal during the party and many were drunk beyond having any memory I came off quite unharmed. Only in my mind I felt the pain afterwards, but it also left me with a certain empty feeling. I had glimpsed into another world which existence I sensed and which was exciting and adventurous, but was also dangerous. I needed to get away from that, if I wanted to be safe.

But then things happened with great speed, and my world was in turmoil. Our director suddenly passed away, heart attack. During a meeting he suddenly went white as a sheet, his hand went to his chest, mid-sentence and the next moment he was gone. A shocking experience. Luckily his daughter Wanda wasn’t there, she was devastated upon the news. She nearly blamed us for doing nothing, not saving her dad. But once grieve came over her she calmed down. I must say she was beautiful at the funeral, she held a marvellous speech, and was incredibly sexy, I must admit. She was dressed very luxury, daring even, but also classy. She was a Lady of Style, and I admired her for that. When it was my turn to say my regrets she hugged me, just me, showing somehow there was some bond between us.

A quiet week passed, no management on the working floor, and then there she was. During lunch she joined us in our favourite restaurant and took it all in, our condolences again, our words of support, the buzz of the work. We walked back as a group, but before we went back to work she asked me to see her at about 6 pm, when everyone was practically gone already. I did find it a bit strange, but I guessed she wanted to be informed, after all I had a little dark corner of the companies work and we were all frightfully busy.

I knocked and entered without waiting her response, she stared at me, not very friendly.

“I did not hear myself say enter, did you?”

No, I didn’t either was my reply.

“Then let’s try again, shall we?”

What was going on here? This was appalling, I wasn’t a schoolboy that needed to be reprimanded. I was one of the top notch specialists in my work, I earned a lot of money for the company, so why? But I thought, must be the shock, give her some space. We do it her way. I knocked, and waited. After 10 long seconds came a soft reply

“enter”

She did not seem ready however, just continued checking things on her computer, wearing very sexy glasses that matched her outrageous red hair. I took a chair and sat down.

“I did not gave you permission to sit”.

Now, this was going too far.

“no I am aware of that, but its practical. You don’t want me towering over you, do you Wanda?”

But instead of a smile, it was a joke after all I got an icy stare.

“okay, we play this the hard way. We had a match before, and you remember how it ended?”

And with ending that sentence she produced a plastic bag and dropped it on the table.

I flushed at the thought, embarrassed. I was also curious, what was she playing at this time?

“sure, you won. But that was not related to work, we had a bit of fun. And I admit I failed, myself mainly. But this is work. Sorry. I think we should stick to that”

“why don’t you look what is inside the bag?” she simply replied.

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