My Submissive Life
By Doug Young
1. Introduction
For some time I had been interested in being dominated and humiliated by a
woman. In fact, I had dreamed of BDSM, D/S, and the entire scene for years. I
had contacted several Mistresses and paid for sessions ranging from simple BDSM
to Golden Showers. It was ok, but I longed for a real dominant woman that would
take charge of me for her enjoyment, not just for the money. I had almost given
up, until one day I came across an Internet site that allowed me to post my
desires and match me up with someone in my area that would fulfill my cravings.
I guess I was a little worried that someone could trace me to my email address
and embarrass me. So, I was not very explicit the first few times. I did not
get any responses. So I decided that I must be honest and say what I feel. I
must take a chance. After organizing my thoughts and desires, I left a long
posting detailing how I wanted to serve a dominant woman, and how I longed to be
humiliated by her. I was very explicit, not so much pornographic, but very
informative. I did not mention payment because I wanted it to be a mutual
relationship, rather than a paid for session.
I watched the website religiously for several days. I probably went there 20
times a day, hoping to get an answer. Then, on the third day, I got a response.
I was so excited to open the response. "I like what I hear, but you must tell
me more." That's all she wrote. It was signed, Lora. I wondered what she
meant. She must want more detail, my personal history, or me to be more
explicit. Maybe she wants to meet me, but wants to know me better. That had to
be it. So, I started typing. I told her my life history. I told her how long
I had been having desires for someone like her. I told her all of the things I
had done. Before I knew it, an hour had past, and I had written 12 pages. I
proof read it several times and made several changes. I wanted it to be
perfect. I hoped she would be intelligent and appreciate the care that I had
taken. I sent her a return email and pleaded with her to read my document and
comment on the possibility of a meeting.
Once again, several days went by. I was afraid she did not like it. Then, on
the third day, I got a response. My knees were shaking as I opened her email.
"I am pleased with your letter. You must send me a picture. If that is
satisfactory, I will want to see you in person. I do not meet with anyone until
I have actually seen him. I am very selective. You must follow my instructions
precisely. You will not meet me at this time, but I will see you." signed,
Lora. It was a strange response, but at least she wanted to see me. I quickly
emailed her and told her that I would be willing to do as she says and follow
her instructions to a tee. I also gave her my description and a recent digital
photo.
The next day, I must have gone to my email at work a dozen times, but no
response. When I got home, I quickly went to my email. There it was. "You will
to go to the mall at 7:00 this evening. You will wear a white button down dress
shirt with no tie, a pair of dark slacks, and you will be carrying a folded up
newspaper. You will sit in the main circle from 7:00 until 7:15. You will get
up several times and walk around the circle as if you are waiting for someone.
At 7:15 you will leave your newspaper on the seat and walk to the west side of
the mall. When you return, you will pick up the newspaper and return to your
house. At 8:00 I will call you."
I could not believe it, it was finally going to happen. I did exactly as she
instructed. I was a little nervous, but relieved that it was going to happen.
I got back to my house at 7:45, and waited for the call. At exactly 8:00 the
phone rang. I picked it up and nervously said Hello. There was silence. I said
Hello again, and again. Then I just waited a few seconds. Then, she answered.
"Well, I see you can follow instructions." Yes ma'am. I hope I did exactly as
you asked. "You did, and we got a good look at you." My heart quickly sank. We
ma'am? "Yes, We. I have several friends that share the same desires that I
have. We have been looking for a toy for some time. We think you may be the
one. I am the one who will be making the initial decision. You will learn more
as I see fit. The next thing we must do is schedule a time for you and I to
meet. This is Thursday. I want to see you Friday night. If that goes well,
you should be prepared to spend the day with me on Saturday. You will
rearrange you schedule to meet mine." Yes ma'am, I will do as you ask. May I
ask where I can meet you tomorrow evening? "You will meet me in the circle at
the mall at 6:30. You will be dressed casual. You are to be clean, but no
perfumes or colognes. That will be all for tonight." Then she hung up.
I hardly slept that night. I was so tired the next day that I asked my boss for
the afternoon off, so I could take a nap and be refreshed by evening. I
showered at 5:00 and got myself dressed. I left about 6:00 to give myself more
that enough time. I was getting nervous, and I was afraid it would show. I got
there about 6:15 and sat down. There was several women sitting in the circle.
I had no idea what Miss Lora looked like, even thought I had fantasized many
times over the last week about her appearance. By 6:25 I was squirming a
little. I was sure one of the women sitting in the circle was looking at me.
That made it even worse. My thoughts kept going to what the evening might
bring. At 6:30, I looked at my watch and took a deep breath. Then out of
nowhere, she was standing in front of me looking down. It was almost as if the
rest of the world disappeared. All I could see was her. She was very
attractive, about 38 or 40, 5'7" or 8", wearing a black dress with black hoses.
I would say she was 125 lbs, with a nice figure and average sized breasts. She
had long dark hair. She wore just enough make-up to accent her fine features.
She sat down beside of me and put her hand on my arm. "You look a little
nervous. Are you? Yes ma'am. "Good. In a few seconds, I will get up and you
will walk with me. Stay close to me, but don't touch me. I'll do the talking.
" She got up and we began walking to the other side of the mall. She walked
fast, so we were out of the mall within minutes. We walked to her car, and she
motioned for me to get in the passenger side. " I live a few blocks from here.
You will walk back to your car tonight." Within a few moments we were at her
apartment building. She pulled into the front of one of the ground floor units.
She stopped, got out quickly, and I followed her. She walked ahead of me and
stopped at apartment 109, turned the key and opened the door. I followed her
in. "Shut the door. Sit down, and make yourself comfortable. I want to change
clothes." She disappeared into the bedroom. I could hear her moving about.
"While I am changing clothes, go into the kitchen an pour me a glass of wine."
I got up quickly and noticed the wine glass and the wine on the counter. It had
sweat beads on it, so it had been chilled earlier and opened. I pulled out the
cork, poured the glass about half full. I quickly walked back to the couch and
put the wine on the coffee table. She returned to the room wearing a silk robe.
Her feet were bare, with bright red polish on her toes that matched her fingers
nails.
