FSK 18 - The rule of the mistress over the slave
I immediately noticed his evasive look as he sat across from me. We went on a date and ate cake and drank hot chocolate. He seemed visibly nervous and was fingering his napkin the whole time. He was 23, slightly plump and clean-shaven. His appearance was neat, but also a little unremarkable. He wouldn't be a man every woman would fall for immediately 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 the most was that he almost didn't look me in the eye the whole time. His eyes roamed the room or lingered on his lap.
Since I love to read the emotions of my counterpart in his eyes, his behavior seemed strange to me. He's probably shy, it occurs to me. I also noticed that because I basically took over the conversation. He appeared calm and quickly relented to endorse my views, shying away from exchanges of differing opinions. Having dabbled in BDSM at that time in my life, I figured he might be a slave or a sub. I should be right. Being my way, I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer and asked him directly about his sexual preferences. His reply 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 could not quite believe. Now I take the position that every dom, every dominant part of a relationship, has a great responsibility, even if it is a purely sexual relationship. Even when meeting from time to time without living together, this awareness of the responsibility for my sub, my slave, is essential, mind you, for the benefit of both parties. I then asked him: "Slave, what may the mistress call you?"
"Slave Tom, thank you mistress."
"Slave Tom, so you want me to be your mistress, do I understand you correctly?"
He agreed and felt embarrassed. I liked his lightheartedness and confidence in me, for to be 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 and see if I would like to educate you in direct interaction. We both see how our chemistry harmonizes with each other and whether I agree with you as a mistress and whether you can trust me. I agree to a rehearsal meeting, slave Tom.”
A beam suddenly covered his face and gave him an attractive charm. He then told me that he had already tried several mistresses. Private and professional mistresses that he found either through friends or through advertisements or agencies. He also told me about some nice experiences, but unfortunately also unpleasant experiences that he has been able to collect so far. Even as a slave, he wanted to be treated with respect and respect by his mistress. Also, some of the women did not follow his preferences and taboos and felt 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 turned off.
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Personally, I wouldn't call BDSM a fetish, but rather an attitude and attitude towards life. I experienced the same thing with slave Tom, who felt his desire for submission and leadership deep in his heart and wanted to express it. We 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 have integrated into the session. I listened carefully, taking notes to make sure I didn't forget anything. It's very demanding being a mistress, 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 not to forget anything I had planned to do. In addition, I resolved to try things out impartially and to gain experience in order to finally answer the question of whether I liked being the mistress and if so, being the mistress of the slave Tom. The session started and slave Tom knelt on the floor in front of me.
"How is slave Tom today?"
"Thank you ma'am, I'm fine. I'm nervous, but I'm really happy that you're taking the time for me."
"I thank the slave for his respect and honor of mine. You will now lick your mistress' boots clean as a sign of your gratitude. You will be extremely thorough in doing this. Should I be 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. Do you understand everything, slave Tom?”
"Yes mistress."
For this session I had dressed very suggestively to honor the slave. I wore black tight wetlook pants and black knee-high patent leather boots. I also wore red, long fingernails, red lipstick, heavy make-up and a tight-fitting, black latex top, which 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 crawled obediently towards me and stopped in front of my boots. He began licking up and down the boots, trying not to break his submissive demeanor. It aroused me greatly how he did it. His tongue meticulously ran along the shaft, then licked the stiletto heel and finally sucked on it. I noticed his erection, but he was forbidden to put on a hand. He was only allowed to have an orgasm, if at all, with my permission.
"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. It had worked well on its own, but I found one spot that hadn't been licked clean
"The slave tried his best, but didn't work enough. Is the slave ready to receive his punishment?”
"Yes, mistress, thank you for the honor of your punishment."
"Bend over the table and stretch out your slave ass towards me."
Slave Tom did as he was told. He remained quiet and humble in the position I wanted. I went to him.
"Should the pain become 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 smacks on both buttocks with the palm of my hand. I wasn't hesitant, although it was very unusual for me to do so. He persevered if it never shamed Sub to use the safe word when it got too much. Two rich, red spots adorned his buttocks. He was breathing heavier, but continued to hold the pose I requested. I sat back down in the chair. Then I asked the slave to come back to me on all fours. He did as he was told. Enjoying the sight of him crawling, I felt between my legs my cunt already very wet and throbbing swollen. But I didn't give in to this feeling, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to concentrate enough on slave Tom, which wouldn't have been good, because I was carrying a lot of responsibility for the well-being of someone.
"Now you're going to lick my boots clean again and woe betide you're not trying hard enough, slave!"
Slave Tom did as he was told and started again to clean my boots neatly with his tongue.
"Let's see, slave!" I replied and put one of my boots on his chest. I pressed the spiked heel against his nipple. He groaned in pain.
"Shut up, slave!" I commanded while calmly examining the boot from all sides.
"I want to commend you. You did a much better and meticulous job this time. The mistress is satisfied and would like to give you a reward in return. You can lie down on the floor.”
The slave Tom was visibly happy and after saying "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 stepped over him, carefully crouched over his face and slowly began to lower my buttocks. Again and again I gently pressed it to his face, making it harder for him to lift it up again in time. I watched the slave very closely. The slave meanwhile eagerly jerked his cock and soon cummed. For me personally, this was a wonderful experience that I still like to repeat from time to time. There is a little mistress in me, with the bigger part in me being sub. I also like to educate a slave online from time to time. But both variants of living out require a great deal of responsibility and prudence for the other party. The integrity and well-being of both, mentally and physically, always come first.
I met slave Tom two more times. He would have liked to have me as his mistress, but the dominant part in 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 shown are not intended to glorify or encourage violence. BDSM is not violence, but a consensual, voluntary action of all participants without coercion. Prior agreements and the agreed safe word prevent border crossings.
