In The Beginning:
It seems like so long ago, but in fact it's only really been less then two years since I first walked into the wonderful and enlightening world of submission. Though it seems so long ago, I can remember the afternoon quite clearly, as I can remember most of the times I've spent in the wonderful realm of submission. I'd met you over the internet a few weeks previously, in response to my advert looking for a kind, gentle but firm lady who would dominate me, and push me to my limits and expand them. That had been about the only discussion, being very new I didn't know what I wanted or even at that time the wide range of experiences I could be put through.
I had arrived at your house shortly before the allotted time, but just sat out in my car alone, and nervous, after all I still had time to chicken out and drive home if I wanted to. But my desire to submit and learn took hold, and I knew that if I was to turn back now, I would be turning my back on a chance to find out if this was right for me. I gather up the courage to walk to your door, and then hesitate a few moments before I knock on the door. The person behind the door, whom I can't see, asks me to confirm my identity, before asking me to come inside. The voice directing me to walk down the corridor and to keep my eyes pointing forward. The voice stays behind me, directing me to a door, telling me to go into the room, and informing me that the room is empty. I open the door, and look into the bedroom for the first time, before hesitantly walking in, knowing that know there really is no turning back. I enter the large room taking in an idea of its size and contents. For all appearances it's a normal room as far as I can tell, with a very inviting looking bed (feather mattress with lots of pillows), two overstuffed chairs off to one side, and a wooden straight backed chair with arms against the wall. A large cabinet, it's doors closed, is off to the other side.
The voice instructs me to move over to the front of the bed, and that I am to kneel down, my head to the ground, and to clasp my hands behind my back. I do as instructed, and the voice says to stay there and the Mistress will be with you shortly. I hear the door close and I wait there, feeling embarrassed by my position, and counting away the seconds until I hear the door open again.
I almost jump up in fright, my nerves getting the better of me when I hear the door open and then close again as the Mistress comes into the room. By some feat of will I manage to stay down. I hear the Mistress come over to me, and walk around my prone body. I just about see the feet of your black suede boots as the Mistress walk around me. She instructs me to get up, and I quickly do so, partially in an effort to show my willingness but also in order to avoid being in that position for much long as it starts to get uncomfortable. I stand up and unsure where to look, I watch as the mistress examines me closely. I look at the mistress, dressed in her black suede boots, black nylon covered legs, leather skirt, and a black fitted jacket.
"My rules are simple. You're to do as I tell you without question. If I ask you to do something you don't want to do, tell me immediately. You're not allowed to cum without my permission. Punishment for any disobedience will be given at the end of the session in the form of withholding of pleasure. You are to call me Mistress or My Lady. I like to start my sessions with a spanking, so please remove all your clothes except your briefs."
"Yes My Lady" I respond, and quickly remove my clothes as instructed, piling them in a neat pile at my feet. I look up and notice that the Mistress has removed her black jacket to reveal a black satin bustier, I also notice that the Mistress is also sitting comfortable on the bed.
. "Come lay across my lap," the Mistress tells me. I move over to her slowly and silently, and lay myself gently across her lap. "Have you ever been spanked before?" She asks whilst slowly rubbing my bottom through the material of my briefs.
"No My lady, I haven't been spanked before". I feel her hand at the waist of my briefs, as she quickly tugs them down onto my thighs. I shiver and squirm as the cool fresh air hits my bare skin. The Mistress runs her hands over my skin a few more times before removing her hand. The next thing I feel is the stinging impact of the fall of her hand against the skin of my bottom. The Mistress' other hand slowly, comfortingly rubbing along my back, as she continues to lay blows onto my soft skin, it only takes a few blows before I'm whimpering and squirming in discomfort on your lap. A few more blows to my skin, and I'm yelping quite audibly at each blow. The Mistress stops, though a few moments late I feel her hands on my hot and stinging arse, rubbing the skin lightly.
"Did you like that boy?" She asks.
"No Mistress" I reply. I feel one of her hands sneak down between my legs.
