I walked into Washington Memorial airport at 9:25 p.m.  My new Master was due to
arrive at 9:00 sharp. "God, am I off to a good start " I whined to myself ,
pissed at having already screwed up. I wondered silently , how many lashes I
would wear for it, and felt my pussy tighten in anticipation....Having spoken to
Him several times by phone, and almost daily on AOL for two months, being tasked
to do things for him,  I still had no idea what he looked like, having seen no
photo. . I was told to " find him" at the terminal.

There is a twist to this tale.... I am a Domme. A Dominatrix . A top. Alpha
female. My way , or the highway babe. But I'd not been honest & told my
Master....I met Him (  a charming , intelligent Dom )  on line,  and felt the
urge to be dominated coming into play for me once again. . To let go, to let
someone else be in charge for a while. We spoke of Dommes & Doms , and when asked
I lied and told him I was a sub in search of a master. ( Not right, I know ) but
I was in the mood to play, and somehow knowing I am  a Domme , keeping it from
him, I would still be  in charge.....He asked how I came to aquire so many toys &
tools,restraints, crops, paddle, etc. Some had, I told him truthfully , come from
a friend who had given them to me, and a former Master friend , but I think he
secretly knew......To this day, I do regret my dishonesty, but I do reccomend to
the Domme or Dom that thinks they can handle it, to be topped once if they never
have....But do it the right way. Please.... Ok, sermon is over, read on ~

I had been  instructed to bring a broom handle , rope, sewing pins, and dildos
with me. I was told that I was to accompany him to the hotel that would house us
for the weekend . He would arrange himself while I stood silently ,waiting for
his command to  strip, and present . So. I knew what would happen. I was told
that my anus would be taken ( my biggest fear of all vanilla sex but one I was to
overcome with Him ) that I would give him head on command, that my breasts would
be bound and tortured. That my pussy lips would be clipped wide open , and that
was all for the first night .

I looked around the terminal, and saw Him. I knew. No eye contact , but I knew .
I walked up to him and calmly said " Mike ...?"  ( secretly thinking ' Please,
please be him, I will die if this man says " huh ? Can I help you Ma'am.' After
all , He knew, what I looked like.

He looked at me and spoke my name. He picked up his baggage and asked where I had
parked. I told him, and we left for my caddilac . I appologized for having been
late. A three hour drive, and traffic had gotten the best of me . " No more
excuses " was what I saw in his eyes. And rightly so .... So much for the Domme .
His Dom personality shone like a floodlight.

Driving out of DC , we ended up in at a nice enough hotel. I opened his door and
waited for him while he registered. I opened his door, and we drove to the other
side of the hotel. Walking behind him, I carried my bag. I thought long & hard at
leaving. Just turning & going home. I was nervous for the 1st time in a LONG
time.

We went into the room, and it turned out to be a nice suite. He checked the room
over  then  made himself comfortable on the thick cushions on the rattan
loveseat. He motioned for me to sit. I was thrown off, thinking I had done
something wrong. Wasn't I supposed to strip next ? Ah well, so much for the
Dominatrix huh ? I sat. We spoke pleasantly for a bit . Then , when He was ready
for it ,  I was told to strip .....

I did, and was embarrassed , and shy. I had not been naked in front of another
man at his, command since my husband and I were married. Always on my
terms........my terms were no more in the confines of that room. I was inspected,
and caressed. Standing in the stark light, all of my flaws in the open, I was
told to present. Kneeling in front of my handsome master I offered my body to
Him...I was told before, & reminded now, that  if he introduced something into
scene, I was to ask for it outright " Fuck my asshole Master " " Whip my breasts
Master " and so on. I shuddered . So much for the Top . I agreed "yes Master"

.Eventually , he rose and set to the task of my bondage & dicipline. ."Do you
wish to have your breasts bound ? "  he asked .. ... I replied "Master. Please
bind my breasts..." I was ordered to stand while he bound my  arms back, forcing
my 42DD breasts to protrude at him. He bound breasts very tightly. One so tight,
it was difficult to breathe. If you are female, and have had this done to you,
you may know of which I speak. I asked permission to speak, and told Him that it
was too tight. He looked at it closely. Objection overuled. He took his time, a
Master at the art of trussing up my large breasts.... . Painfull yet precise . .
. So much for the Alpha Female. Tingling pussy and all........

My npples were next. " Do you wish to have your nippled clipped ? "  " Master.
Please clip my nipples..."Engorged & pained, they were clipped mercilessly .
Wincing, I finally cried out. " Ahhh, yesssss" he whispered.

Over the next three hours I endured a lot.  I was flogged lightly ( How I longed
to cry out for more , more , more....but I did not . Too proud . My loss ) I was
taken into the anti room, and told to lay on the carpeted floor on my back. Thick
string was run from my nipple clamps to the bar that was meant to hold coats.
Tying the string high, he plucked at them, causing me to cry out. I felt like a
guitar , strung  ( wonderfully , mind you ) MUCH too tightly. A check of my
pussy, and he knew he had me. Right where I wanted to be. The clip sprung from my
right nipple at one point, sending my mind reeling in pain. Both of us turned on
further by it, tho I would feel that pain, for three days. Mmmmm.............

I was told that the next day, I would endure a full , 8 oz water bottle being
dangled from each nipple. I nearly came at the thought tho I never got it. More
on that in a bit. I was pussy whipped  by my Master ( and I do mean this in the
truest sense of the word to you fellas reading this ) briefly , every sting of
the riding crop opening my cunt further . On my knees again, still bound, I was
ordered to His cock.

Magnificent. Powerfull. Thick and long , commanding all, of my attention,
especially when he rammed it in deep , his hair tangled in my tresses. "Yes slut,
suck your Master's cock . Good . Very good. " his praise spurred me on to fulfill
Him .  I was allowed to suck on it, and put every effort into pleasuring Him. I
was told to stop, and was put on my hands and knees. My pussy lips were clipped
next, the string tied to chair legs. As watched, I was ordered to crawl away from
the chair , so that he could watch me stretch & strain my own pussy lips.
Humilliation and pain brought tears. Crawling. Pulling my own pussy lips to this
man. Never in my life, had I been so wet.

I was eventually brought off of the clips, and placed face down on a padded sette
in the outer bathroom foyer . I was spread eagled , ankles and knees bound to the
legs , waist bound to the body of the bench that was to serve as a torture rack .
I was teased, never allowed to cum, as He probed me. I needed to climax. I HAD to
at that point. Like I said, he had me. Right where I wanted to be. " Do you want
my cock in your ass slave ?" I hesitated as I felt his finger invade my anus. "Do
you want to feel your Master's cock in your asshole slave ? " another savage
thrust . I fought back the fear.

" Fuck my ass Master. Please. " I felt him lubricate me. Thick. Hard. Cold.
something in my asshole ...perhaps my dildo ? I nearly screamed as it broke past
that tight anal ring. Clenching my fists, I bore down as he fucked me with it.
Gentle & brutal, all in one. Lifting my hips minimally, I felt the ropes that
captured me. I needed to be pussy fucked. I knew He would not till he'd had my
ass.

At a point I remember well, my fear subsided. I neared orgasm. He whispered that
I was his slut, that I would, take him in my ass. I moaned, trying to climax. The
tool in my asshole was abruptly taken out.  "Pleeease !!! " I begged , near tears
of frustration. " Please what ? " he asked " Please Master. Please fuck my ass
with your strong cock !!" I cried. So much, for " my way or the highway babe . "

I was entered slowly. Tied down, captive at my own will, surrendured to a
sadistic Master , with a loving touch and the mental abilities to be as cunning
as a fox , taking me to the edge, letting me ( I do not say making me ,as I
needed to feel what it was like to truely submit  ) beg for release, greedy to
cum, eager to make him do so as well. The fear of anal sex, had been replaced by
a need, a desire to please my Master. Nothing else mattered. That brought
tears...to know what a sub feels. No games. No pretenses, only servitude to my
Master Mike.

His cock reamed into me and I nearly fainted . His penis was thick, heavy.
Magnificent.  I remembered what it had felt like slapping my face earlier, now
that it was nearly halfway inside my body . His thrusts were slow and deliberate
, letting me feel each rope of vien, every throb as it pulsed in my asshole.
"Please" I sobbed  "It hurts Master. " I broke down and wept. I had never known
that much pain. " I know it does....you are okay....Relax ..let me in " he cooed
in my ear. Taking my hair in his hands, he bore down on me, his weight pushing my
still bound breasts into the sette. I felt him slide all the way in. To the hilt
as they say. The broadsword of His cock burried in the sheath of my tight anus.
In and out, taking me, claiming me, having me for his own pleasure.Stroking,
talking, fucking me....Suddenly it all shifted for me. His hand went around my
throat, holding me  me. "Harder Master , please " His hand went to my neck
deeper, never choking  me, only making me more aware ( was that possible ???????
) of who was in charge of whom...The preasure , the threat with the safety net of
my safe word established long ago, confirmed on the way to the hotel . The rush
of adrenaline , the pounding cock in my asshole. the fingers around my throat, my
tears, my only goal, was finally, to please Him. No Domme, no Alpha Female, only
a woman, , slave, creature of pleasure, grinding onto Him . I had truely
submitted. I had what I'd come for. He did too.

Once I was claimed, I was allowed to shower & prepare for bed after he did.
Falling onto the bed, I was permitted to sleep next to Him. Knowing many Dommes &
Doms have thier sub earn that right & thusly placing them on the foot of the bed
or on the floor till the right has been granted, I was relieved. We fell into an
easy sleep, him wiped from his flight, me from my plight. I woke to find myself
next to a man who had gone where no other had with me. I rolled to his side, and
stroked his cock to wake him. I was guided to suck him, and I did, Upon springing
his errection, I was placed on hands & knees, the only lubrication my slaiva , as
he took my ass once more. Rutting into me, taking me more forcefully than before
, I was permitted to climax. The entire build up of 2 months of phone sex, talks,
aol , the night of torture & titilation, finally burst forth as I shuddered ans
came when he did. He relaxed and let his cock slip from my ass.  . Feeling him
roll from me, I was lightly praised for doing well . He took the condom off and
fell back to sleep.

The next day , I woke to find I was too sore to do much but whimper to myself.
Yet I craved more. I wanted to feel his lashes, I wanted to serve. To please him,
to further myself . To do all of the things we'd discussed on the phone, the
asking for the final test, which  I suppose, will remain between he and  I ~ But
I was , ready to ask........

We ate breakfast at a local diner in DC and spoke of few things. He was not
pleased, I could tell. Younger , thinner more tantalizing pain sluts were
available to this man, I had no doubt and I sensed he was done with  me. Somehow,
to save face, I knew I had to Domme this out for myself, buck up, suck it in & go
about as if nothing was wrong. I did a fair job.

Once in the room again, He told me he could not harm me. Hurt yes, for that is
what we both wanted. But my breasts were so bruised and blistered ( the right one
WAS too tight . I tried...ah well ) and to do more for the next 2 days would
bring me harm.I will never know if that was the full reason for the beginings of
my release , but if so, I admire the judgement call on his part. We can only do
what we are comfortable with , no matter the eagerness of the submissive.

He offered to pay for that night's room , but I politely declined, not wanting
anything more to insult my wounded feelings. Thanks for letting me down easy
Mike. He packed. I packed. I took him to find a flight back to New York.....

We parted ways at the airport & I cried an hour of the three hour drive home.
Sore and tender, feelings  bruised but never broken , I had survived. I mention
his name so that when he reads this , he will know  that it is no coincidence,
the details of this very true tale. We spoke on AOL several times since , and a
few weeks ago, I realized that he was no longer a part of my life....Driftted
apart, no time to drop me a line..... Though I would have been more up front ,
Domme to  sub, than to hand over comments like " I have been busy working,
traveling " and let him, know that it was fun but over....( a lot, coming from
me, after I told him I was submissive through & through huh ? .......... Maybe he
will forgive me.....? )

I do still think of him fondly. I learned a lot in temperence, patience, and
cunning as a Domme. I also took away with me a sense of what my sub goes through
. The fear, the rush, the eagerness to please , and the phenomenon known as " sub
drop " when a subbie is sent home from the one they serve.( I had never been on
that end of it )

I am comfortable with my sub topping me from time to time  ( Domme is the
lifestyle & mentality , Top is who flicks the whip in session ) Something I was
not able to let myself have the freedom to do  before the night I was led into
servitude.


So, Master Mike, you will always be known to me by that title.... No matter the
distance , no matter the lives we go on to lead. Thank you p.s. ---------->   
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