I was a star athlete in High School.
I had a great (male) body, and model good looks.
I dated the most desirable girls in the school.
I easily got by on looks and personality.
I passed on College for a Sales job.
I was a natural salesman, and made good money, especially for a guy in early 20's.
I spent my nights on the internet, jacking to femdom.
Partying, drugs and booze just didn't do it for me.
I obsessed about a Femdom relationship; no other relationship would do.
I had numerous dates, and no one fit my Femdom fantasies, so they were all short lived.
Then I met Leigh.
She managed an office I called on, so she got to know me professionally.
When I asked her out, she said sure; but not remotely "excited" about the hot stud taking her on a date, which excited me. We both knew she had a certain power, in that she could sabotage my deal with her Company, so I was on my best behavior.
Our discussions quickly went to previous relationships. She'd been in a few long term deals, and I'd been in many short term deals. She wanted to know why.
I just blurted it out,
"I've been Alpha in every area of my life, but I want to be beta in a relationship, and they just didn't have the right vibe."
She smirked and smiled, "I could stand to be "Alpha" in a relationship," and then she just stared, peering into my eyes. "Take me home. I'll go to some sites, see if it works for me."
My mouth was dry. Our first date! What have I done!
Little was said, and I gave her a peck on the cheek, and she smiled, and walked in, not looking back.
I called the next evening after work. "Come over here now. Be prepared to tell me everything."
I was so excited, in "Slave-mode", actually meeting with a woman who knew my desires! I couldn't wait to see where it went.
Leigh spoke, "Let's hear it; your fantasies and expectations."
On the couch, sipping coffee, I began, "It's just where my mind goes. I cannot turn it off, not that I want to. Every time I masturbate, I fantasize about serving a Dominant woman."
"Go on. I want details."
I was so nervous, I stammered, "I wa...wa...wa...want to serve you, to please you.
Out there, I'm an extrovert jock." I dropped to my knees, "Here, I want to be your submissive servant. In private, I want to refer to you as Mistress, always."
She spoke, "Take off my shoes."
Kneeling on my haunches, her feet in my lap, I dutifully slipped them off and began massaging. She made a slight groan, closed her eyes, and sat back.
I began to get hard.
She opened her eyes and smiled, "This is nice! Strip to your underwear and continue."
I tossed my pants on a chair and she scolded, "Fold those clothes." They were not even her pants, and it clarified a huge element of our future, she expected all things to be neat and tidy. I folded my pants and shirt, and resumed.
She asked, "So how bad do you want this?"
I gushed, "No other relationship is possible! I want to be trained. I want to be brainwashed."
"You know," she said, "I will own you. You will be expected to live how I want you to live. You will have to trust my judgement. Are you prepared for that?"
I nodded.
She continued, "Do you own any women's panties?"
"Yes mistress," I replied.
Feminization is not really my thing. I'm more interested in you as a total, muscled, jock. Totally Alpha, except to me. To me, at all times, in public or private, you will be submissive. Can you live with that?"
"Yes Mistress."
"You can masturbate all you want, but never again can you look at porn. You will think only of me. Can you do that?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Take off you underwear, and back on your knees."
I folded my underwear and placed them on top of my clothes, and she seemed pleased.
Back on my knees, my hard cock was throbbing. Her feet in my lap, her toe slightly grazing my cock.
"Have you swallowed your cum?"
I stammered, "I've tasted, but not really swallowed."
She commented, "It's not a particular turn-on for me, except that it will test your commitment."
"Are you prepared to swallow your cum for me?"
I shuttered, "Yes Mistress."
"Get to it. You can cum on my feet. Look me in the eyes. I expect you to profess your total and exclusive devotion to me."
I looked in her eyes, and began stroking, "Mistress, thank you for accepting me as your slave! It will be the joy of my life to serve you and be owned by you. Please train me as you see fit."
I was quickly ready to cum! Mistress, I'm getting close. Do I have permission to cum on your beautiful feet?"
She made a slight smile, and nodded.
Mouth open, I glued my eyes to hers as I blew my load. It was so powerful, like a fire hose! The best orgasm of my life! My cum blasted all the way to her knee!
While the course my life had just been cast, she seemed somewhat detached, staring down at me with little emotion. "Get to work."
I'd never been able to actually swallow my cum. I'd tried, but once I'd blown my load, I never followed thru. This time was entirely different, as I bent forward, eyes still locked on the eyes of Mistress, I began licking my cum.
She spoke, "I liken you to a captured Roman soldier. You will exist as my slave in totality, and the only alternative is death, or in this case, I dump you, for you, equal to death."
She continued, "You will worship me, and you will not be shy about it. You will show the world that you worship me. The world will know you are wrapped around my finger."
She continued, "Understand this, you asked for this relationship. You told me none other would do, only a Femdom relationship would work for you. That isn't the case for me; I can take it or leave it. I'm just trying this on for size, so to speak. It means way less to me."
"By the way, as I said before, from here forward, no other woman exists for you. You will not even LOOK at another woman. You will jack off every day, and you will be staring at a photo of me every time. Understood?"
I looked up from my licking, "Yes Mistress."
I licked up all my cum, making sure it was 100% done and asked, "Mistress, may I pee?"
She stood, "Yes, stay naked, and go get you phone when you are done," and she headed to her bedroom.
She returned from her bedroom wearing a tiny short skirt, sexy high heels, and a skin tight top showing plenty for cleavage. Her nipples were hard, and poked thru the top, enticing and beckoning. It was a totally come-fuck-me outfit.
I was in my kneeling position, and she sat before me.
Then she spread her legs, not obscenely, but plenty such that I could glimpse her shaved pussy, and I stared with wide eyes.
She smiled, "Meet the pussy that now owns you."
I had just cum, but my mouth watered, and I began to get hard. It was the sexiest moment I'd ever imagined.
She spoke, "Let's have a little photo shoot. Get your phone and start shooting photos."
She posed in every sexy position imaginable, and I clicked away. Then we sat together, and reviewed the photos. Any that showed actual pussy, or too much T & A were deleted. I expressed my favorites, and we were left with only 8 photos. All very sexy, but I regretted losing all the others.
Then she threw me a curve, "Go to a print shop and get large prints made. You will hang them in your house, and every time you want to beat off, you will take one down, and jack off to it. I want you to take videos of you doing this, and send them to me."
She could blackmail me with such videos.
She read my mind, and smiled, "Still want to go on with this?"
Fantasy met reality; I would have to trust her judgement. I whispered, "Yes Mistress."
She added, "I want you to start lifting weights. I want my Roman slave to have huge muscles." She knew I had a weight set at home. "Stay out of the gym, unless I say otherwise. Another thing, shave your body. I want my Roman slave to have big muscles, and a hairless body."
"Yes Mistress," I whispered.
Days turned into weeks. My muscles bulged like never before; the Statue of David had nothing on me. I had to buy new suits for my sales calls. I got compliments from everyone, and meekly smiled my thanks. I even had a woman ask if I would be interested in modeling, she had a friend who owned an Agency.
Mistress Leigh had me at her house, usually three of four nights a week. Always, she assigned a room for me to clean. She had purchased a leather collar for me, but otherwise I was always naked, or in underwear, while she remained dressed.