He knew this was a watershed moment. No turning back. He pushed open the door and stepped inside. As he did so, he thought back to how he had arrived at this point.
It had started on those long, lonely evenings in hotel rooms working away from home. Surfing the usual porn sites, his submissive nature had gradually developed from looking at BDSM sites, gazing at the images of women in various states of undress being bound, beaten, penetrated and humiliated. All the time he had tried to imagine himself in those situations. Then he had stumbled across the existence of female dominants. At that point his world had changed. There was a community in which women enjoyed taking control and imposing their will on submissive men eager to submit. On men like him. Suddenly his true position in life had become clear; he was meant to kneel in supplication at the feet of a dominant woman.
It didn't take long before he came across the topic of male chastity and orgasm denial. Part of the thrill of the sites he visited was what it did to his imagination, the images left in his mind and tripping through his head when he woke in the early morning and found his hand reaching between his legs, the stories he developed in which he was the star, the growing sense of excitement that culminated with the moment of ecstasy. The first time his wandering hand encountered the cold, unforgiving steel of a chastity cage had been a shock, even though he had self-locked. The fact he could no longer pleasure himself thinking of what the dominant women of his dreams were doing to him.
Next was the discovery of NSFW Twitter and what appeared to be hundreds of dominants advertising their wares, all competing to entice not only the experienced, but also the curious and the uninitiated. He had lurked for weeks, researching, monitoring, choosing his favourites. He had been able to find women who lived locally, who made their living dominating men and being paid for the service they provided. Gazing on their images, knowing that he was only a call or a message away. But never having the courage to take that final step.
Then one day he had found something different. A woman who didn't do this for money but for the pleasure domination gave her. Suddenly his entire focus was on this one woman, who happened to live locally. He took it as a sign. This was meant to be. His research was meticulous; her likes and dislikes, the men she had 'owned' before, how she preferred to be approached. After two weeks he felt as though he knew all there was to know about the woman who never seemed to leave his consciousness.
