The first time Sandy and Tyler met, he was expected to be the dominant one of the couple. That was the manner he portrayed while they chatted online for years. When they first met however, he was no where near the dominant she. She ended up being the dominant one, and she humiliated him for it.
After that first meeting, she never expected to hear from him ever again. That was until the very next afternoon when he logged into his computer and immediately contacted her.
"I'm sorry."
"I know you are."
"I understand if you never want to talk to me again."
"I haven't decided yet."
"Ok."
This is exactly how Sandy left him for over two weeks. Alone, missing the first woman he's ever loved, humiliated that she considers him pathetic.
He continued to log into the chatroom they previously spoke in everyday, in hopes that she would return. It took a while, but one day she did return. She immediately sent him a private message.
"You know you can no longer call yourself a dominant right."
"I know."
"From now on, it's Yes Mistress."
"Yes Mistress." Smiling when he typed that out because he thought it meant she still loved him.
"I own you now."
"Yes Mistress."
"Are you sure you understand?"
There was a long pause before Tyler answered her. She sat there while is avatar simply blinked, the only way she knew he was still there and typing.
"Sandy, I will do anything you ask me to. If you tell me to jump I'll jump. If you tell me to shut up, I'll shut up. I'd rather be your submissive than to lose you because I suck at being a dominant. These past two week have been hell, I've missed you so much. You were part of my daily world, we talked about everything, and then after one night, you were gone."
"No Tyler, it's not going to be that simple."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that you've ruined everything, and now I have to be the one making the decisions!!!"
"I'm sorry, I'll try harder if you want."
"No you're done. I own you."
"I want to be with you."
"Then say it. Tell me I own you."
"You own me."
"No! It's Mistress You Own Me!"
"Mistress You Own Me." Smiling because he thinks she trying to scare him.
"And you're going to do anything I tell you to."
"Yes Mistress."
"Anything!"
"Yes Mistress."
The two of them spent over an hour chatting, redefining who they were to each other, how they would behave, before they started talking more about life like they usually did.
The last two weeks were a lot more interesting for Sandy than they were for Tyler.
She ended up telling him how after she told a few of her friends about him, how pathetic he ended up being, and how she had to be the dominant one, they challenged her to the same.
She spoke of a night with her and her friends in that same hotel room, and how one girl was left on the floor crying. She had used a strap-on dildo on her and before she was finished, the girl was crying out in pain. No one cared either.
Sandy didn't know or intend to, but this story was a huge turn on for Tyler. A room full of dominant women sounded like fun.
The last time he saw Sandy, before she threw his naked ass out of that hotel room, he had his first sexual experience ever. She and their friend beat on him, stripped him, made him fuck a girls feet just to have a ruined orgasm, and then lick his own cum off the floor, and yet he still remembers it as a good night.
"Would you be surprised to find out that would be a turn on?"
"Of course not."
"Really?" Actually a little shocked at her answer.
"I've already told them how pathetic you are, of course they'd want to watch me humiliate you again."
"Oh."
"What did you expect, a room full of woman that want to have sex with you? No, most of them are gay. They just want to watch me beat your ass again and help humiliate you some more."
"It still sounds like fun." Honestly worried about how much more humiliation she could give him.
"Ok then, on Friday, I'll pick you up early and take you shopping with me, and later that day, we'll meet up with them."
"Sounds like a date."
"We don't date Tyler, I only date real men, you are not even a man. A dick in your mouth is the closest you'll ever be to a real man."
"I understand." Completely in shock that she's envisioning him sucking another mans dick.
"It's Yes Mistress Tyler, if I have to tell you again I'm going to make you regret it."
"Yes Mistress."
Sandy immediately logged of for the night. She had enough him for the night. So he logged off too. There was no reason to wait on someone who wouldn't be back.
It was Friday before Tyler heard from Sandy again. It wasn't on the computer either, she was outside of his place to pick him up. It was only eleven in the morning and he wasn't expecting her. Luckily he had already showered and was dressed but still not expecting her so soon.
She took him out for breakfast at a regional southern cooking restaurant. A small chain known for their home cooked meals. The two of them simply ate and enjoyed a normal conversation. Nothing about dominants or submissive or anything sexual at all, just life. It felt like a date to Tyler. Sandy even paid for him.
Next she took him to Macy's, a clothing stored that he's been too but never shopped at. Their prices are a little high for him. She took him straight to the mens underwear section. The first thing she picked up was a pair of black silk boxers.
"This is what you're going to wear today."
"Ok." Reaching to take them from her hands.
She smacked him across the face, before he even touched them.
"It's Yes Mistress!"
"Yes Mistress." Holding his hand to his cheek trying to soothe the ache.
"Now every time I tell you to wear these, know that I'm going to hurt you."
"Yes Mistress."
