FSK 18 - The rule of the mistress over the slave
I immediately noticed his evasive look as he sat across from me. We had a date and ate cake and drank hot chocolate. He seemed visibly nervous and was fiddling with his napkin the whole time. He was 23, slightly chubby and clean-shaven. His appearance was well-groomed, but also a little inconspicuous. He wouldn't be a man that any woman would immediately fall at the feet of because of his looks. And yet he had a pleasant and warm aura. I also felt very comfortable in his presence in terms of politeness and manners. What irritated me most was that he almost didn't look me in the eyes the whole time. His gaze wandered around the room or lingered on his lap.
Since I love reading the emotions of my counterpart in their eyes, his behavior seemed strange to me. He's probably shy, it occurs to me. I also noticed this because I basically took over the lead in the conversation. He seemed calm and moved very quickly to support my views and shied away from sharing different opinions. Since I had already been involved in BDSM at this time in my life, I thought he might have been a slave or a sub. I should be right. Since it is my nature, I could no longer contain my curiosity and asked him directly about his sexual preferences. His answer was: “I am a slave, Mistress!”
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How strange it was to be addressed as mistress. A sublime feeling flowed through my body, coupled with a subtle excitement that I couldn't quite grasp yet. Now I believe that every Dom, every dominant part of a relationship, has a great responsibility, even if it is a purely sexual relationship. Even when we meet now and then without living together, this awareness of responsibility for my sub, my slave, is essential, for the benefit of both parties. I then asked him: “Slave, what can the Mistress call you?”
“Slave Tom, thank you Mistress.”
“Slave Tom, so you want me to be your mistress, did I understand you correctly?”
He agreed with me and became very embarrassed. I liked his carefree attitude and his confidence in me, because being chosen as Mistress is a significant honor.
“Slave Tom, I have been a mistress before, but that was exclusively an online education. I want to be honest with you, because honesty with one another is one of the basic requirements of any relationship. I would like to try it out in a meeting to see if I would like to educate you directly together. We can also both see how our chemistry harmonizes with each other and whether I like you as a mistress and whether you can trust me. I agree to a trial meeting together, slave Tom.”
A radiance suddenly covered his face and gave him an attractive charm. He then told me that he had already tried out a few mistresses. Private and professional mistresses that he found either in his circle of acquaintances or through advertisements or agencies. He also told me about some nice experiences, but unfortunately also some unpleasant ones, that he had had so far. He also wanted to be treated as a slave with respect and consideration by his mistress. Some of the women also did not adhere to his specifications regarding preferences and taboos and felt that they had to push him to his limits immediately. He had almost given up looking for a suitable mistress, but his need for it grew and grew and could not be stopped.
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Personally, I would not describe BDSM as a fetish, but as an attitude and attitude to life. That's how I experienced it with slave Tom, who felt his desire for submission and leadership deep in his heart and wanted to express it. We still discussed the general conditions of our trial meeting. It was about our individual preferences and our taboos, i.e. the things that we didn't want to be integrated into the session. I listened to him carefully and took notes along the way so as not to forget anything. Being a mistress is very demanding, I kept thinking to myself. When I got home, I immediately sat down and thought about a suitable session for slave Tom and me. The happiness and mutual satisfaction of both of us was ultimately the goal of this session.
So the day of the session came. I was visibly excited and hoped I wouldn't forget anything I had planned. I also decided to try things out without bias and gain experience in order to ultimately answer the question of whether I would like to be a mistress and, if so, to be the mistress of the slave Tom. The session began and slave Tom knelt on the floor in front of me.
“How is slave Tom today?”
“Thank you mistress, I’m fine. I’m nervous, but I’m really happy that you’re taking time for me.”
“I thank the slave for his service and honor of me. You will now lick your mistress' boots clean as a sign of your gratitude. You will be extremely thorough in doing this. If I am satisfied with the result of your service, you will receive a reward. If I am not satisfied with the result, you will receive a penalty. “Did you understand everything, slave Tom?”
"Yes mistress."
For this session I dressed very stimulatingly to honor the slave. I wore black tight wetlook pants and black knee-high patent leather boots. I also wore long red fingernails, red lipstick, heavy make-up and a tight-fitting black latex top that skilfully emphasized my large breasts. In short, I looked very sexy and seductive. I sat down on a chair and ordered the slave to come to me on all fours. He obediently crawled towards me and stopped in front of my boots. He began licking up and down the boots, trying not to give up his submissive attitude. It really excited me how he did that. His tongue ran meticulously along the shaft, then licked the stiletto heel and finally sucked on it. I noticed his erection, but he was forbidden to lay hands on it. He was only allowed to have an orgasm with my permission, if at all.
“Is the slave ready? The mistress doesn’t feel like having to wait forever!”
"Yes mistress. The slave asks for an assessment of his performance.”
I looked down at my boots. He had done a good job, but I found a spot that hadn't been licked clean
“The slave tried hard, but worked insufficiently. Is the slave ready to receive his punishment?”
“Yes, Mistress, thank you for the honor of your punishment.”
“Bend over the table and show me your slave ass.”
Slave Tom did as he was told. He remained silent and humble in the position I requested. I went to him.
“If the pain becomes too much for the slave, he can say his safe word and the mistress will stop immediately. “Understood, slave pig?”
“Yes, dear mistress, the slave thanks you.”
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I gave him twenty blows with the flat of my hand on both buttocks. I wasn't hesitant, even though it was very unusual for me to do this. He persevered, whether it's never a shame for Sub to use the safeword when it gets too much. His butt was adorned with two rich, red spots. His breathing became heavier, but he continued to hold the pose I requested. I sat back down on the chair. Then I asked the slave to return to me on all fours. He did as he was told. Enjoying his crawling sight, I felt between my legs how my pussy was already very wet and throbbing swollen. But I didn't give in to this feeling, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to concentrate sufficiently on slave Tom, which wouldn't have been good, because I had a lot of responsibility for the well-being of someone.
“Now you’re going to lick my boots clean again and woe betide you if you don’t try hard enough, slave!”
Slave Tom did as he was told and began again to clean my boots neatly with his tongue.
“Let’s see, slave!” I replied and placed one of my boots on his chest. I pressed the stiletto heel on his nipple. He groaned painfully.
“Hush slave!” I ordered, while I calmly looked at the boot from all sides.
“I would like to commend you. You worked much better and more meticulously this time. The mistress is satisfied and would like to give you a reward in return. You can lie on the floor.”
The slave Tom was visibly happy and after a “Thank you, Mistress” he lay down on the bare floor. He waited expectantly in this position.
“The mistress will now sit on your face. You can jerk off your slave cock and have an orgasm.”
I climbed over him, carefully squatted over his face and slowly began to lower my buttocks. I kept gently pressing it against his face, making it harder for him to breathe so he could lift it again in time. I watched the slave very closely. Meanwhile, the slave eagerly jerked his cock and soon came. For me personally, this was a wonderful experience that I still like to repeat today from time to time. There is a little bit of mistress in me, although the larger part of me is sub. I also like to train a slave online every now and then. But both options require a great deal of responsibility and care for the other party. The integrity and well-being of both, psychologically and physically, always comes first.
I met with slave Tom two more times. He would have liked to have me as his mistress, but the dominant part of me was too weak to be able to act responsibly as a mistress in the long term. I find my personal fulfillment as a sub.
Note : The scenes depicted are not intended to glorify violence or encourage violence. BDSM is not violence, but rather consensual, voluntary action by all participants without coercion. Prior agreements and the agreed safe word prevent border crossings.
