A Full Time Slave To My Dominatrix

It must have been about 7 months ago that I answered an advertisement in the local paper. On some of the back pages, an ad was taken out by someone who dubbed themselves ‘The Woman’. The gist of it was that they sought an amateur fetish enthusiast that was willing to be trained into a full time personal slave. It was very specific about taking on new people, and that those who were already established should abstain from responding. Now, I had joined a few sites in the past that focused on alternative sexual practices, so when I was offered the chance to engage fully with my desires, I snapped up the chance.

Sending off an email with some pictures, I received a phone call about 2 hours later asking me to go and visit The Woman at her house. She lived just a few suburbs over and after driving there, I knocked on the door and waited patiently for it to be answered. It slowly opened a few seconds later and before me stood a beautiful red head dressed from head to toe in PVC. Her boots were incredibly large with corset-like stitching running up the insides of them both.

“Hello there, you must be William. Why don’t you come in so we can get started?” – I did as I was told. I must admit that I had reservations about letting someone else be in charge of what I did with my body, but the fact that it was such a beautiful and powerful woman left me with little choice.

“I’m Irene. You can call me The Woman, Mistress or Domme. If you decide to call me anything else, I will punish you accordingly. I have a title, and I expect you to follow my rules at all times. Clear? Now, I want you to lay down and face upwards, you’re going to demonstrate to me just how well you can eat a cunt.” – Her voice was sharp with a distinct English accent attached to every word. I felt even more intimidated by what she said as time went on.

Naturally wanting to impress, I did as I was told and got into position. My mistress was true to her word and came back a few minutes later wearing a short red skirt. She squatted over my face, donning no underwear and leaving my mouth completely free to eat what was coming to me.

With little time to react, she came down and shoved her clit onto my tongue. I lapped away, finding it hard to get a breath in edgeways as she did everything she could to grind and press against me. My nose started to hurt but thankfully, only a few minutes of facesitting told her that I was well versed for the activity.

“Hmm, you aren’t too bad.” – Irene did not seem like the type to give compliments, I was surprised.

“Thank you!” – I replied enthusiastically. Big mistake.

“Then you had to go and ruin it. Turn over and stick your ass in the air.” – Clearly I wasn’t supposed to speak unless I was asked to. I feared what was going to happen to me as my dominatrix headed over toward a cupboard and sifted around or something.

I’ve never felt anything quite like that first crack. The very tip of a long whip found its way to my left buttock. I sucked in air through my teeth and started to old back tears as Irene laughed. She had no time to waste with my antics – within a few seconds, an equally powerful lash was delivered to my other cheek. I pulled away and whimpered, but Irene was far from done.

“Turn around for me, I’ve got this to give to you. It’s to make sure that at all times, you’re reminded that you will be my property. You only cum when I get to say you can. You only get an erection when I allow you to. See, you’re to be my slave in every possible way – even when I’m not around you, you will obey what you believe to be my desire. Do I make myself clear?” – Irene did not make this an option for me, I was going to become her personal plaything, and there was no desire inside me to resist. I was well and truly ready to be trained as a slave, and a beautiful dominatrix was going to help me through the process of learning.

After resting myself back down on my now stinging ass, Irene produced a piece of plastic that wrapped around my cock. She described it as being a chastity device, whereby erections would hurt and access to my cock was near-impossible. Irene had me encased now, and there were very few things that I could do in order to resist her control. Again, she mounted my face, only this time my cock was incased, my behind was in so much pain and her clit begged to be taken to the very brink of satisfaction.

This is how I became a slave, and ever since that first encounter with The Woman, my life has never been the same.

By Dominatrix Draven