NOTE: This story is heavily based on true events (the odd embellishment or name change!) and it is an experience that I will never forget. The whole story is long but certainly worth the read, if you are a fan of all things femdom/humiliation.
I was sat in the University Library one evening with my heart racing. I had an exam the next day but that was the last thing on my mind.
To anyone else that was still sitting in the library it would look like I was quietly trying to get on with my work- studying hard- but the truth was actually quite shocking. I had just messaged a dominatrix, with whom I had been speaking for two weeks, and I was waiting for her to respond to let me know what time I would be seeing her. Today. I had never done anything like this before and I didn't know anyone who had ever talked about doing it but I had seen enough female domination and BDSM porn to know that this was a true kink of mine. One that I was never going to fulfil if I didn't try it.
I whimsically flicked between pages in the book that I had in front me to pass the time. The words were not in focus to me, in my heightened state of excitement. Was I being too suspicious - looking shifty? Surely not, there's no way on Earth that anyone could possibly know what I was actually waiting for.
Then, my phone vibrated with a single, short buzz on the wooden table. It sounded deafeningly loud to me. But it was a false alarm: a message from someone else. I started to put my phone back onto the table when it vibrated again, still in my hand. With a mixture of fear, excitement, elation and anxiety I turned it over and saw the message...
"I'm available at 11:30. My domme friend is here too and we both want some fun. It is going to cost you more but you are going to have the most memorable few hours of your life, you pathetic slave. Mistress Anna."
My erection strained against the chastity cage I was wearing under my jeans. It was 10:45 now! I hurriedly typed a message back, which took an inordinate amount of time as my shaking hands made several typos...
"Thank you Mistress, I'm on the way. And you are both happy with the sort of session we discussed, yes?"
"Yes, most certainly. We have some shocking things planned for you. Better hurry."
Before I had finished typing the message my body had automatically begun putting my belongings into my bag. I felt sick but so incredibly excited.
I hurried out to my car, my erection still throbbing against the cage I was wearing. Scrambling for my keys I got into the car, turned the radio off and quickly glanced in the mirror in silence. I thought about the email I had sent to Mistress Anna, explaining my fetishes, one week prior and what was in store for me. I knew it was a terrible idea but I wasn't in control any more. I pulled away and made my way to the address Mistress Anna had sent me, which was a five minute drive away.
In total silence I drove, considering whether to turn around and go back. And yet I continued to drive toward the address. Perhaps it was curiosity or perhaps it was the fact that I had been in a chastity cage for one whole week (with the exception of taking it off to wash!) and would do anything to have a sexual thrill. Probably the latter...
I pulled up on the road outside the address I had been given. There were a lot of cars and the neighbourhood, which was close to central London, was quiet. It was pitch black yet surprisingly warm for late spring. There were tall, imposing, victorian-era terraced houses towering over both sides of the street.
I took money out of my wallet and put it in my pocket. I also grabbed my mobile phone but left everything else in the car.
I opened the boot (trunk) of the car and grabbed a backpack - not the one I had taken to university but a different backpack I had prepared for tonight. I locked the car and walked up a few steps to the front door. I pressed the top doorbell and waited. The door was buzzed open but no one said a word on the intercom.
I entered the building and I was met with the strong smell of marijuana, which I found displeasing. The common areas and stairwell were also a mess, with some graffiti on the walls, and very poorly lit to the point that it was almost pitch black. The interior was certainly not befitting of the street that the building sat on.
Suddenly what I was doing felt real... and dangerous. How did I know what I was actually walking into? I made my way up the stairwell to apartment 4, almost entirely on autopilot, and I timidly knocked on the door. I was in a trance. As the door opened a glow of yellow light filled the hallway that I was in and I was greeted by a figure...
My throat was dry as I looked at the imposing figure standing in the door way. Mistress Anna was dressed in a black, short, shiny PVC dress, jet black hair and black platform high heels. Similar to Jean Bardot, if you are familiar. Underneath it all her skin was porcelain and flawless; her body distinctly feminine. Her pictures from the website we met on did not do her justice (though they did not show her face). She was strikingly erotic and her posture and expression showed that she was a strict mistress. In that moment I admired how someone could have such a commanding yet beautiful and erotic presence simply by standing in a doorway.
She was also probably in her mid-30s; with me in my early 20s I really did feel the need to submit.
"Come on in... close the door behind you." she said, in a playful voice, barely noting my arrival and turning around to walk back into the apartment. I cautiously entered the apartment, which was a much nicer space than the communal area and closed the door gently. The apartment was well lit and I felt exposed, particularly given that I could not hide my face in any way. Immediately I felt a mixture of excitement, shame and embarrassment given that I had sent this goddess an email telling her my most extreme fetishes and desires. In one very specific way this stranger knew me better than anyone else did.
"You're in trouble now!" said a different, sing-song voice from the next room. I felt a shiver run down my spine. Mistress Anna turned to face me and said "We have been reading your email and coming up with some wonderful ideas of how to humiliate you for the past few hours. You sent across so many good ideas but we really wanted to surprise you." I laughed nervously. "It's always funny how men are so shy when you meet them in person to talk about their fantasies." she remarked. She continued "With such...out there... ideas I'm surprised at how young and handsome you are. Most men only get so depraved when they are old and not able to enjoy normal female attention any more. Such a shame that you probably don't have the manhood to take charge so you like to be dominated, right?" I nodded and quietly uttered "Yes, exactly mistress."
"Let's sort our tribute out first" she said. I pulled out the cash I had removed from my wallet and handed it to her, already counted. She didn't check the amount, which I presume was because she knew that I would not try to disobey. "Good. So have you come from very far?"