How does a man become a submissive, a man who needs the touch of a Dominatrix to make him feel complete? I can't answer that question fully, but I can tell you about my journey.
I met my Mistress online, we chatted about mundane things at first. We shared stories about growing up, school, work, and families. Eventually, we decided to meet and continue developing a relationship.
I don't remember when it turned to sexual things, or when it turned to some of the more forbidden sexual things. But I do remember the first time She called me her pet. We were chatting about certain aspects of sexuality, especially where it connected to the ideas of submission and Dominance. I mentioned to her that I was curious about what it would be like to serve a Dominatrix, as a submissive sex slave.
She giggled and said to me, "How would you serve her, my pet?"
Hearing her call me her pet sent a shiver through my body, "However she would command me," I said softly.
Sitting with her, on her couch, she giggled softly and said something to me that sent another shiver through my body, "In that case, pet, I am going to go change into some appropriate play clothes, and you should get naked and wait for me to return."
"Yes, Mistress," I whispered, surprised at my response. I watched as she walked into her bedroom, and then quickly disrobed. I was feeling very anxious, as our relationship had not yet advanced to physical intimacy, and here I was, naked, sitting on her couch, wondering what I had gotten myself into.
I could feel my manhood starting to stiffen as I waited. When she finally stepped back into the living room, She was wearing only her panties and high heels. Her full breasts swayed gently as she walked toward me, my eyes wandering over her form, my manhood becoming fully erect at the sight of her. Only as she got close did I notice She was carrying a leather collar and a leash.
"Kneel, bitch!"
Startled by the sudden harsh words, I slipped off the couch and onto my knees, my hard member standing at attention as I realized I had obeyed without question.
She approached me, slipping the collar around my neck, and then attaching the leash to it, tugged it gently.
"Now, pet, it's time for your first lesson in submission. Are you willing to let me train you?"
I was in shock, looking at her almost nude body so close I could touch it, but seemingly frozen by her question. I managed to mumble, "Yes, Mistress."