I never really thought I'd actually find the kind of relationship I wanted, the kind I felt I needed. Sometimes though, just when you're ready to give up, everything works out. That's the way I feel right now. I just completed my first weekend as a slave to the perfect Woman. I've been searching for the right fit on the internet for a while now. I liked being able to stay hidden until I found what I was looking for, but now that I have a part of me wants to scream it to the entire world. I have to admit, this whole thing scared me as much as it excited me. I trolled the BDSM personals on a few sites, left a ton of messages and emails for Women who seemed like they might be right. Most of the responses I got just weren't what I was looking for though. Then finally I received this email:
Dear pet,
I am not one of those Women who wants to spend Her days beating the crap out of some stupid man who gets turned on by it. I desire a slave. I desire a man who understands that I am superior to him in every way. I want a doting, pathetic, slaveboy who feels lost without My approval. I don't want to have to beat your ass to make you obey, I want a slave who is deeply hurt anytime he fails to please Me and will do anything to correct his poor behavior and please Me better the next time. I want a slave who's every thought is of Me and how to make Me happy. My slave will understand that My pleasure is his greatest reward. he will learn that his greatest pleasure is Mine. he will follow me like a puppydog, he will be moved to tears sometimes just looking upon Me, he will adore Me in every way, in his eyes I am perfect. Interested?
Mistress Samantha
I was blown away. In one simple paragraph she had described exactly what I wanted and needed in a Mistress. So I wrote back and we began to send emails back and forth. After a few exchanges we began talking on the phone. It was at that time, she asked me if I would like to start a bit of training to prepare myself for her? I eagerly accepted the offer. She put me on a bathroom schedule. I was given specific times of the day when I was allowed to go with no exceptions unless I called her for permission. And I was never allowed to pee standing up for some reason. She also had me begin keeping a journal, I had to detail everything I did during the day...and I mean everything. I had to get permission as to what clothes I wore and had to have my schedule approved by her. She also strictly forbade any masturbation. As she explained, it was Her cock and i could never use it without Her permission. I never wanted to more, than when I felt her control over me, but I was so proud of myself for not doing it. I was like a little boy who did something to please a parent, showing that he was growing up a little bit. I know it sounds silly, but obeying her made me stronger and prouder than I'd ever been.
After a month of this training, Mistress Samantha finally agreed to meet me. She allowed me to travel to her and stay with her for one weekend, as her slave. No promises, no commitments outside of this one weekend. For this weekend, I was her property, if I was strong enough to accept my place, on my knees, face to the floor before her. I was in such a rush to get to her I got a speeding ticket, and could have gotten several.
Mistress had a house about two hours from where I lived. She was in a rural area. She gave me directions as to how to get there and what to do when I arrived. I followed them each precisely. When I reached her long, winding driveway, I pulled in just far enough to be off of the street and got out. I took all of my clothes off except for the Women's panties she'd instructed me to buy for myself. Then I got down on all fours and began to crawl. The driveway wasn't paved and the stones cut into my knees and hands, but I was oblivious. I crawled on as fast as I could. As I approached the house I saw the doghouse out front just as she had described it. There was a pole there with a chain attached to it and as per my instructions I crawled to it and fastened the collar to my neck, binding myself to the pole. Then I took the panties off and put them over my face. As Mistress had instructed, I had gotten a pair that I could not see through. And then I waited. I waited for hours it seemed until she finally came for me.
She took the chain off of the pole and led me away without a word. I guess the only reason I actually knew it was her was because she told me that it would happen this way. She didn't say a word. I could smell her though, there was a soft and subtle scent of strawberry in the air. I didn't know if it was a shampoo or a lotion or a perfume, but it was intoxicating. She clapped once to indicate that we were at the stairs, like she had told me she would, and I crawled up the stairs to her porch. Once there she brought me around and I heard her sit down on a what I assumed was a porch swing. I heard a shoe drop the ground and immediately felt her parting my mouth with her big toe. I took it into my mouth greedily. I'll always remember the taste of her foot that first time. It was midday and her foot had obviously done some sweating inside her shoe. I could smell it as well. Everyone has smelled a sweaty foot at some time in their life and I don't know many people who consider it a pleasant smell, but in this moment I did. The smell of her foot was amazing. I loved it and savored it. It was her scent and for that reason alone, it was beautiful. The taste was equally incredible. Salty and warm, it tasted like nothing I'd ever had before and I quickly found it to be the most delectable thing I'd ever had in my mouth. I sucked and licked eagerly and I heard her softly purring. The sound of her pleasure only intensified the incredible taste and smell I was already experiencing. My---oops, I mean, her cock, was as hard and engorged as it had ever been. I think she must have seen this because she laughed, a quick wicked little laugh. Then, she abruptly removed her toe from my wanting mouth. I knelt there, on all fours, mouth open, hoping that she'd give me more, but she didn't. She began rubbing her foot over my face, and then, finally, she spoke to me.
"Welcome slave," her voice was musical and warmed my ears. "You've been a good boy and followed my directions precisely. That pleases me. I can also see by your reaction how much you truly enjoyed worshipping my toe. That pleases me as well. Have you memorized the greeting I emailed you, pet?" she asked.
