i am Lady D's slave

The Meeting

This is a fantasy, but why pretend? Why pretend that I don't want to submit to the demands of a strong, beautiful woman? Why pretend that I don't want to become her sex slave, totally devoted to serving Her? To be the devoted slave and best friend of a woman like that is what I have always desired most of all. So She didn't have to force me. Didn't have to humiliate me. Didn't have to rape me. Though I enjoyed it when She did. She only had to find me. 

She found me on the beach. Someone had seen a shark. That happens in Florida. Between sharks and lightning and tornadoes and red tide and hurricanes, She never hardly goes in the water anyway. But she ran down to the water yelling for this guy to get out. I thought She meant me, and so I stopped body surfing, and swam and waded towards Her. She saw me coming. 

"A shark!", She yelled over the surf. "Go get that guy out! Jeffery!!!" She called to him again. 

I saw my mistake, but also the situation. I wasn't about to go back out towards Jeffery and risk a shark attack for Jeffery's sake. Hmmm, but maybe for Her? I went and got Jeffery. 

"Jeffery, you asshole! Didn't you hear me? Weren't you paying attention!? This guy heard me!" I tried not to look pleased and superior. 

"I'm sorry, Miss-, uh, um" Jeffery stammered, looking at me, and stopped. He was pale skinned, in good shape, but pushing fifty with a neatly trimmed salt and pepper beard. He didn't seem like he lived here. 

"Go ahead, say it," She demanded. "And tell this guy what you are. He saved your life, you know. He should be your hero. You should beg to do something for him." The shark had long since vanished. But She was playing it up for some reason as we walked back towards their blanket. 

"Yes, Mistress," said Jeffery. He turned to me. I was still trying to figure out this couple, as well as my chances of getting to cut in on Her. "I'm," he hesitated. 

"I'm Lady D's slave jeffery, visiting from…, uh…, I mean, out of town. Please let me do something for you. You are my hero." He was obviously embarrassed, and looked at Her as I softly laughed. I looked at Her too, and I could see She was serious. They both were. Something stirred inside me. And I'm sure my dick stirred too. 

I knew about Mistresses and Dominance. Are you kidding? I can remember fantasies from before I went to Kindergarten. And one year at Thanksgiving somehow or other my cousins and sisters wound up dressing me up in women's clothes. I was enjoying it in that un-self-conscious way little kids can have, until my Mom walked in and found us. Suddenly I was confused and embarrassed. But that hadn't been the first sign of my true personality, and the feelings had never stopped. By the time I was in sixth grade I was cross-dressing regularly and masturbating in my sister's clothes. By the time I met Lady D on the beach I was thirty-four, had read all the major D/s literature and "served" several Mistresses in phone sessions. But I had never met a real live Dominatrix in person, and had never really expected to.

"Well, maybe you can start by introducing me to Her Highness," I suggested looking at Her and not him. By now She was sitting back on their blue beach towel, propped up on Her hands, with Her dark sunglasses over Her eyes, Her blond hair pulled up with a clip in back, and Her dark brown bikini showing off her gorgeous lightly tanned body. I was trying to pull off my best, coolest, manliest, strongest act. I wasn't about to just grovel at Her feet and make an ass of myself. But maybe She saw through it all. Or maybe She is just always this way. 

"Get on your knees and address me properly, Hero," She said sharply. 

"Yes, Mistress," I said as I fell to my knees in the sand. Perhaps a bit too promptly. Perhaps a bit too much like I had said those words before. "My name is Doug, Mistress. It's a pleasure for me to meet You." 

"Hmm," She said. "What do you do, Doug."

And so we met. And after we had talked for awhile, She gave me Her number and ordered me to call Her on Monday. 

I thought about Her all that weekend. She was so beautiful, so confident, so smart, so powerful. She was exactly the sort of woman I had always dreamed of meeting. But I was kind of scared, too. Not of physical pain. I was looking forward to being whipped maybe. Put into bondage. Blindfolded. Oh yes, please, all these things. Mostly I was scared of my own reactions. My desires were personal and powerful. What would happen if I let them loose and shared them? 

But I called on Monday. And I made an excuse and left work early, and followed Her directions, and drove up to Her place. Each step was perfectly ordinary, but scary too, because I knew each one led closer to my submission to Her power. 

The Session

As I drove into Her driveway, the garage door opened. I drove in and the door closed behind me as I parked, leaving me in pitch blackness. I heard Her voice, loud like the voice of God, echoing everywhere, from no spot in particular. "Get out of the car." I did. The door closing sounded tinny and rang in the emptiness of the space. "Strip, slave." I couldn't see Her, or anything else. I lay my office clothes in a pile on the concrete, afraid that they would be ruined by dirt and oil. "Don't move." 

She came up behind me, roughly pulled my wrists together, and snapped a pair of handcuffs on me. She quickly wrapped a collar around my neck, buckled it closed, and fastened a leash to it. 

A bright spotlight clanked on, blinding me. As I stumbled backward and tried to turn away from the light, She caught my hair in Her grasp and forced me to my kness, lips against the toe of Her patent leather boots. 

"I told you not to move," She said softly, "now kiss." 

I kissed the boot tentatively. "Kiss it like your lover, not your sister," She commanded. 

I kissed the boot harder. I opened my mouth and moaned and licked it. I tried to kiss Her boot with all the passion I felt right then. It was so awkward with my hands cuffed behind me, but that only made it more intense. The more she twisted my hair, the harder she pressed my face into Her shiny boot, the more I wanted to show my devotion. 

"Enough," She said, letting go of me. A moment later She began pulling a hood over my head. She tightened the laces in back, and zipped closed the eyes and mouth. She freed me from the handcuffs, walked past me briskly, and when I felt the leash tug at my neck I followed quickly. She led me out of the garage, across a tile floor, a wood floor, and finally into a warm room with a soft carpet. 

She took the leash and the hood off of me, and I could see that I was in a dark, candlelit room, with all sorts of unusual things in it. Some I could recognize, like handcuffs and paddles. Some I could guess at their purpose. Some I assumed that I would learn their purpose in time. Music came from speakers in the corners of the room. Hypnotic rhythms, strange energy. This room, it slowly dawned on me, was the realization of my deepest, darkest and most secret desires. I thought I had kept them so well hidden inside me, and now suddenly they had come to life all around me. I felt excitement and fear, happiness and anxiety. I looked down and saw that my cock was pointed straight at the ceiling. She asked, "Do you know why you're here?"

"To serve You, Mistress," I guessed.

"Yes, very good, slave. Do you think you'll enjoy that?" 

"I'm not sure, Mistress," I answered slowly.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Well, guess what, slave, it really doesn't matter. You'll do what I want, when I want, the way that I want it done. Or you will pay a very severe penalty. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." 

"Good," She said. "Now bend over this little stool here." She bent me over a waist-high padded bench and told me to hold on to the legs. She moved here and there about the room, and then moved in back of me. Without warning, I felt the first hard smack of the paddle across my ass. "Ohh," I yelled and jerked up. She pushed me back over the bench. 

Smack! "Unnh", I groaned. Smack! Smack! Smack! 

"How many is that slave?!" "Uh, I don't know," I gasped. "Keep count, thank Me for each one and ask Me for another. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good, we'll start again." 

Smack! "One. Thank You Mistress. Please Mistress, may I have another?"

Smack! "Ow! Two. Thank You Mistress, Please Mistress, May I have another?"

Smack! "Unnh! Three. Thank You Mistress. Please Mistress, May I have another?" 

Smack! I tried saying it more slowly. "Aaak! Four… Thank You"

Smack! "Uhh! Five…" 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! I couldn't keep up. Smack! 

"UNNH! Ten.. Thank You Mistress. Please Mistress, may I have another?" She changed to the cane. 

Whoosh! "Owww!" Damn that stings. "Eleven. Thank you-" 

"Wrong, slave!," She barked. "We are back at one. Can't you tell the difference between a paddle and a cane?" 

I didn't know what to say. Whichever answer I gave, I lost. 

"Well this is the difference. See? Paddle," and She smacked me with the paddle.

"Cane!" whoosh went the cane across my ass. 

"Paddle", smack! "Cane" whack! "Paddle…cane...paddle…cane…paddle…cane" If ever I had not been clear on the difference between the two, I understood the difference now!

"Unnnnnh!!!" I was holding onto the bench now with all my might, but my feet were jumping in the air with every blow.

"Jump!" She said, smacking me with the cane, and I jumped. 

"Jump!" She said, smacking me with the paddle, and I jumped. 

"Jump!" She said, without smacking me, and I jumped. She laughed. 

"Jump!" But I was fighting for my self control, and I didn't jump. 

"Come on!" She demanded, "Jump!" And so I jumped. I jumped for Her. I jumped hoping She wouldn't cane my ass anymore. I jumped, and jumped again. I jumped and jumped while bending over that stool and holding the legs. I jumped because I had no choice. Or did I? Didn't I have a choice? No, I had to do it. I had to do it for Her. 

"You have a cute ass," She said finally, taking a break. It was the first positive thing She had said to me, and I felt ridiculously proud and happy. "I think I might just fuck it." My heart stopped. Surely She was joking. 

She sat in a regal looking chair while I was bent over the stool. She smoked a cigarette while looking me over.

"Crawl over here," She commanded. So I slid off the stool onto the floor and crawled to Her feet on all fours. "Kneel up," she commanded. "Put your hands behind your head." I was totally exposed to her view. She got up, picked up the cane and walked around me. She felt my sore ass and gave it a hard smack. She came around to the front and prodded my cock, which was semi-hard now, with the cane. It immediately sprung to full attention, which seemed to please Her, and she tapped on it it softly and then reached under it with Her hand and caressed my balls. She let go and ran Her hands over my chest, pulling on each nipple. She put the cane down, took hold of both nipples, pulled and twisted them till I had to cry out in pain. But my hands stayed behind my head, and She let go of my nipples.

"Cup your hands together," She commanded, and I obeyed. "Put this in the ashtray," She said, flicking Her cigarette ashes in them. It stung for a moment, but I said "Yes, Mistress," and crawled over to the ashtray and put the ashes into it. 

The Game

"Okay now, come here, slut," She said. "We're going to play a little game now, a card game." "Strip poker?" I teased.

We both laughed for a moment, but then She caught Herself, and slapped me hard across the face. "No joking," She said sternly. "Yes, Mistress," I responded. But inside I was happy. I had made Her laugh. I had made a connection with Her beyond our scripted roles. "Here's the rules," She said. "You select a card. If it's a club, I beat you with a flogger. If it's a heart, I dress you like a whore and make you act like one. If it's a spade, you become my pet doggie. And if it's a diamond, you drink my pee. But if it's the Jack of diamonds, you get to lick my pussy." 

"What do the numbers on the cards mean?" I asked. 

"Whatever I want them to mean," She purred. 

She held out the deck. I was pretty sure that there was no Jack of diamonds in it. I chose the top card on the deck. It was the eight of spades. 

"Oh," she moaned in mock sympathy. "Too bad you didn't pick that Jack. I was rooting for you too. Oh well, maybe next time. Now come here, doggie. That's right, on all fours, like a good little doggie. Let's see, do you have a name?" She checked my collar for a tag. 

"No name, you must be a stray dog. You need an owner to take care of you, don't you." 

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Shut the fuck up, you idiot," She snapped at me. "You're supposed to bark!"

"Oh, right" I said. "I mean, Ruff! Ruff!" 

"Not a big dog like that. You're a little fruffie dog, dummy!" 

"Yap yap yap, yip yip" I answered. 

"There. there, there. That's much better," She cooed. "That's a good little doggie. Now you still need a name. Let's see, fifi, maybe. Hmm, I like yappy. Come here little yappy. Come on!" She got up and walked away from me. I followed Her on all fours. 

"Good boy! That's it. When I call, you come, see?"

I barked. 

"Okay, let's try this again. Stay!" She pointed at me. "Stay!" 

I knelt and looked up at Her. She walked to the other side of the room.

"Come here," She cooed. "Come here. That's my good doggie! You deserve a treat," and she gave me a goldfish cracker. She continued training me for about ten minutes. I stayed. I rolled over. I sat. And I came. But I didn't cum.

But I wanted to. I was so horny. Being treated like an animal was so humiliating, but I was loving it. Yes, teach me, train me, make me learn to obey every command. If I messed up, She scolded me or smacked me on the nose. The scolding was much worse. It tore me up inside. I wanted so much to please Her. But mostly I did well. And I earned treat after treat. So I was relieved when She asked me if I was thirsty. "Yap, yap," I barked what I hoped She understood was "Yes".

"Ohh, poor doggie. Well let me get you some water then." My heart sank as She pulled out a doggie bowl from a cabinet. She filled it with water and set it on the carpet next to Her chair. 

"Now don't spill any on the rug, yappy," She said. "That would be a bad, bad, little doggie." I crawled slowly to the dog dish and looked up at Her, pleadingly. "Drink up," She said cheerfully, as if She had no idea how difficult this was for me. I slowly put my head down to the bowl. I so didn't want to do this. But there was my cock as always, jutting out straight and strong. I was turned on. I wanted to cum. I wanted to drink. I slowly began slurping up the water. It tasted so good after the crackers.

Lady D laughed at me. "Look at yourself, doggie," She said, pointing to a mirror. "I picked my head up enough to see myself in a mirror standing at the side of the room. I was naked, wearing a collar and a leash, water dripping from my face back into the dog bowl. It was the most humiliating experience of my life. But I knew I wouldn't trade it for anything. I wanted it. I needed it. 

The Treat

"Well, you have been such a good little doggie, I'm going to give you a real treat now," said Lady D. "I'm going to let you cum. You'd like that, wouldn't you little yappy?"

"Yap, yap," I agreed. 

"Well, of course we need to do it doggie style. Is that okay with you?" She laid a thick sheet over the carpet.

"Yap, yap," most certainly. Whatever! And I got on all fours on the sheet. But how exactly… my mind was churning.

She was moving about the room, doing something I couldn't quite figure out. As I knelt there trying to work out what was happening, suddenly I felt something cold and wet on my ass. 

"What the?!" I blurted out. "Is there another human around here," She asked no one in particular.

"Yap, yap, yap," I barked frantically. "Oh, you're going to love this, little doggie," She said. "I'm going to fuck you till you cum. Isn't that just want you want?"

It seemed a little late to say no, as She worked the lube into my ass. I couldn't see what She was doing.

I didn't want to see what She was doing. She pressed the head of the dildo against my ass. "Come on baby," She said. "You can take this. I bet you've done this lots of times before. Don't tell me you're a virgin. Do I get to pop your cherry? I love that." 

The dildo felt huge. I'd stuck my finger up my ass a few times, but this was unprecedented. I didn't know if I could take it. It might not be possible. It might not be legal in some states. 

"Pant, baby, you can take this." Her voice was reassuring. I started to pant like a woman in labor. "Ohh, that's it cunt. You can do it."

She held my hips with both hands and pressed harder. The large black dildo began to slip in. It hurt some and I cried out. She eased it in some more. The head slipped past my sphincter muscle and the pain went away. Now I felt full and good.

"That's it you little cunt. You took it like a pro. Tell me you're my cunt. Tell me what you are."

"I'm your little whore, Mistress. I'm just a slave who needs you to fuck him and show him what a piece of trash he is. Use me, please, use me. Please treat me like the cunt I am."

I looked back over my shoulder the way I'd seen some porn stars do in videos. I felt sexy. I felt wanted. I felt taken. I bucked my hips back against Her. I wanted to show her how good I could ride Her dildo. I began to moan. "ohhh, ohhh, yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, thank you for fucking your little slut." 

"Reach around under you, you little whore, and rub your clit," She commanded.

I wasted no time. I reached under myself and grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I pulled hard and fast. Now I was moaning for real. "Unnnnh, Unnnnnh, oh thank you, oh thank you, oh it feels so good, I'm such a little whore, unnnh." Now there were no words, only moans.

"After you cum, you're gonna lick it up, slut. You're gonna drink your own cum like a cheap whore." She had me by the hips, thrusting into me again and again, pulling me up over the full length of the thick black dildo. She was fucking me, fucking me, fucking me. 

And finally I came, and came, and came. Thick white gobs of cum shooting out the end of my cock onto the sheet below me. It felt so awesome, so incredible, like I was exploding. Like all the energy of my entire life had led to this one moment and nothing would ever be the same again. The cum was on the sheet, on my hand, on my arm, and on my legs.

I was motionless for a minute, trying to catch my breath. Then I collapsed forward onto my shoulders. I felt Her pull out from my ass. Waves of new emotions swept over me. What had I just done? I had allowed myself to be humiliated, degraded, used, raped. And I had loved it! Why? I thought about whether She would make me lick up my cum. It had seemed like such an exciting and outstanding idea moments ago, but now suddenly seemed repulsive. Maybe She'd have me just take a nice shower and throw the sheet in the laundry.

I began to get up. "What are you doing?!" She yelled. "Back on the sheet until you're cleaned up. Don't you dare spill a drop on my rug." 

So I licked up as much as I could. It was gross. I felt disgusted. I was still trying to deal with all my emotions. Finally, I was clean enough to get up and take a shower.