Susan McDermott was the Boss of a large international company based in Scotland.
She had got where she was by her own efforts and had several hundred employees working for her in the UK alone. She was a ruthless business woman, demanding hard work and punctuality from her employees.
Even the grown men in her company would quake in their boots if they were summoned to her large office.
More than once, younger girls that were in her employ, whilst standing before her for a good dressing down, had lost control of their bladders and 'wet' themselves in front of her.
So this was the image she had worked hard to get and intended to keep.
She was driven around in a BMW by her personal chauffeur, who would, at the end of the day deliver her to her very large house in the countryside with extensive grounds.
She had a butler, a cleaner and a personal female secretary at her house which enabled her to relax from the days stresses.
On this particular day, when she arrived home, she went as usual, straight to her large library room where she sat on the luxurious sofa, and took off her shoes, just as the butler as usual brought in her glass of favourite wine.
She was just thirty years old and had what most men would regard as a perfectly proportioned figure, full, firm rounded breasts that would fill most men's hands, a firm rounded bottom to die for, and long slender legs that befitted her height of five foot nine. Her shoulder length auburn hair framed a pretty face with brown eyes and luscious lips.
But despite this, she had remained single, not having either the time or inclination to get herself a partner at this stage in her life.
She had, just once in her early twenties, paid for the services of a male stud from a local agency to take her virginity from her, and had since been satisfied with pleasuring herself using a variety of sex aids.
Although at work she insisted on being addressed as 'Madam' she found out from her trusted male 'second in command' a few weeks ago that behind her back she was known as the 'Dominatrix'.
This had been playing on her mind ever since, so much so that she had decided that it was time that she herself found out what it would be like to be
Dominated.
Don't do to others what you are not prepared to do yourself was one of her mottos.
She sat there with her laptop sipping her wine whilst surfing the net looking for 'Private Disciplinarians'
Most of the ones she'd looked at so far were, she was sure, just from men wanting to put a woman over their knee and smack their bottoms.
But she wanted more than that, and then she saw one that took her interest.
Medieval Discipline for females.
Do you need good old fashioned discipline?
Both for mind 'and' body. (2 day course).
Administered By a landowner in his castle.
She clicked on it and discovered it was a castle about fifty miles away, owned by the 'Mc Kay's' it was on the edge of a loch.
She made contact by email and received a reply the following day advising her to make an appointment for an interview to discuss details.
She made an appointment with the proviso that should she be happy with the conditions, she would like to start straight away.
She also made arrangements with her 'second in command' that she would be taking a few days off for a holiday.
Three days later she was driving herself up to the castle in her bright red Ferrari. She didn't want 'anyone' especially family, friends and work colleagues to know about this.
The last couple of miles as she drove down a steep hillside she could see both the loch and the castle at its edge, it was a fantastic view.
As she got close, she was surprised to see that there was not only still a moat, but a lowered drawbridge with a sign that said simply, 'Visitors' and an arrow pointing over the bridge.
A look at her Rolex watch told her she was dead on time, just as she expected from her own staff.
She drove over the rickety drawbridge into the courtyard, and as she pulled up, before she'd even had time to turn the engine off, a middle aged lady dressed in medieval clothes approached her.
Good morning Miss McDermott, I'm Kathy, welcome to McKay's castle, if you would like to follow me I will take you to 'The Master'
She grabbed her holdall from the car and followed her, noticing as she did so, that the drawbridge was being raised.
How quaint! She thought, and then realised that she was now in effect, 'locked in'. She felt a slight shiver running down her spine.
She was led up a winding stone staircase, the walls on the way up being adorned with several old, and not so old portraits, she looked at them with interest as she past each one.
The McKay family, said Kathy, before she'd had time to ask.
Whilst climbing the uneven stairs, she realised that stiletto heeled shoes were not the most sensible choice of footwear, several times she nearly stumbled.
Once at the top, she was led along a long corridor with doors along the one side and windows along the other side, overlooking the moat and scenery beyond, she remembered thinking that the glass windows must have been installed fairly recently, because castles didn't have glass windows, did they?
At the end of the corridor was a large room, a 'very' large room, almost ballroom size, with a long table in the centre that would, she thought, seat at least fifty people.
At the far end of the table was a man about twenty years her senior, with a greying beard, he stood up to greet her wearing a magnificent kilt.
He held his hand out, Miss McDermott I presume.
She shook hands with him, noticing how large and strong his hands felt.
Yes, she replied!
Sit down please.
They both sat, him at the end of the table and she in the first seat next to him.
Tell me why you think you need discipline. You're obviously a very successful lady.
She explained to him about her nickname 'The Dominatrix' at work, and that she owed it to herself to prove she could take what she gave her employees.
Very noble of you, replied Mr McKay, but do you realise that 'my' training includes both mental 'and' physical discipline?
Yes!
I informed you that it is a two day course?
Yes!
The first day is 'humility' training; you will have all your self respect and dignity taken from you.
I understand!
You will become my subordinate, my slave.
Then on the second day the 'physical discipline' takes place.
I understand, she replied again, feeling a tingling of excitement at these words.
She had, for some time now harboured a secret desire to find out what it would be like to be 'tied up' and given a good thrashing.
She'd looked at many websites including 'Literotica' about women, and some men, who liked being restrained whilst being given a beating with various canes, leather belts etc, and realised that she actually got 'turned on' by them.
But would that apply to 'her' in real life, she was determined to find out.
What sort of a pain threshold have you got? Asked Mr. McKay, staring hard at her.
