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The Making of a domestic slave
I remember at Primary School we had a game we all played at break time called Kiss Cuddle or Torture? I'm not sure where or why it came about that children in Rural Scottish schools in the 1970s adopted this as our game of choice but we did and what I remember most vividly is that i, more so than anyone else, would always go for the later option
Before I knew what Bdsm and Fem Dom were I knew that it was for me however as a teenager The Kiss Cuddle and Torture game became socially unacceptable behavior and Fem Dom opportunities were limited, to say the least, in that same small town
The Sunday Sport, some specialist magazines by Rogue Hagen and a few key scenes from films acquired from the by-pass petrol station kept my imagination fueled if nothing else and I quietly nurtured my fantasy of being sub and serving a dominant lady
When I moved to Edinburgh as a young twenty-something to attend University I plucked up enough courage to go to a Fem Dom club for the first time I made my excuses to my flat-mates and ducked out of the usual Saturday night Student bar thing and headed off on my own to an underground club which I had seen advertised in the Fem Dom magazine I had bought earlier that week (no internet then) Dressed in black jeans and black cotton shirt I stood nervously at the bar for the first hour or so slowly sipping on a bottle of beer and not speaking to anyone After a while the place filled up a bit and several beers later I was feeling a bit more at ease The night was fantastic The place was full of people that I had only ever seen in the magazines before All these people who shared my ideas but were brave enough to be themselves
At around 1 o'clock the club got a lot busier as all the pub closing time regulars arrived Still standing at the bar I had had enough dutch courage (tennents lager) to make eye contact as one of the new-comers, a stunning thirty-something woman with long flowing blonde hair, a figure to die for tightly wrapped in a skin tight leather dress and 5 inch stiletto heeled shoes placed herself right in-front of me and asked If this little newbie was going to give a Mistress his barstool? “Yes” I stumbled, to which she immediately came back with “Yes Mistress I'm sure you mean?” and also “Hold this” as she passed me an ashtray (another part of everyday life that dates the experience now)
For the rest of the evening I had to hold the ashtray and to buy her drinks which at that time left me short and meant I had to walk home In-fact on her 3rd one I remember saying I didn't have enough for a full round (a large chilled white wine and a pint of tennents lager) to which she said I was lucky she had let me join her for the 1st two and that I could have tap water for that round Before the end of the night she had me kneel at the bar and lick what I now know were her expensive louboutin high heeled shoes spotlessly clean for her
At the end of the evening she gave me a time and place to meet her the following day and disappeared off with a crowd in a car while I set off on a long walk home
On the Sunday I was up with the larks, very unusual for me then, and without delay I was off out before my flat mates could quiz me as to where I was going I made my way to where she had told me to go and arrived at a very swanky wine bar about an hour before the time she had stated I had to be there
I found a table at the back of the very posh lounge bar and examined the price list I hadn't heard of half of it's contents being a bit of a pint of tennents guy in those days Slightly confused and low on funds I ordered and tried to make a half pint last as long as I could
Time seemed to slow down dramatically to slow-mo pace and my heart was racing as every second passed I sat quietly and relived the evening before time and time again in my head I could all but smell her perfume as I imagined her in her leather figure hugging dress glancing down at me as I licked those red soles on her towering heeled shoes gleaming clean
Time crawled by and the time came and went when she was meant to arrive I started to think I had imagined the whole thing and she wasn't coming About an hour later I was starting to think I should head off when I looked up and saw her crossing the room, walking towards me, making her way between the busy up-market tables of well dressed professionals that made me feel very out of place
She looked stunning Gone was the leather dress She was now dressed in a very short skirted pin stripe business suit, white blouse, black seemed stockings and sky high heels Her long blonde hair was pinned up and she was wearing dark shades and long leather gloves She sat down beside me and ordered a large dry white wine “something French” she finished and turned from the waiter to me Without a word about being over an hour late she smiled and said at what seemed heart-stopingly loud “How's my little slave boy?” I don't know whether it's how it really happened or if it's one of those things that change in your memory as you replay it, but I remember a few heads turning and me blushing like a sun dried tomato
As she sipped on her white wine she announced “Ok Here's how it's going to be...
Listen carefully Don't interrupt, not that I was capable of interrupting with my jaw on the floor She explained that she was a very busy and very successful business woman who wanted : No deserved her own domestic slave and that students had it far too easy these days, so my curriculum was about to change beyond recognition
She reached into her Gucci bag and threw a printed document onto the table “Here's your new reading list” she giggled sitting back and sipping her chilled wine
On the front page it said... Legal and binding Slave contract between ---- My full name and ---- her full name
I was shocked as I couldn't remember giving her my full name (She later told me she had acquired it from the door at the club the night before)
She had spent the morning, and I suppose the hour she was late, drawing up a very detailed legal document which defined my new role as her domestic slave
The contract stated that I would work for her 3 evenings a week from now on as her domestic servant. i would make sure all her domestic duties were carried out to perfection and I would from now on obey her every order without question or hesitation.
It was ten pages long but the main thrust of it was that all cleaning would be done kitchen, bathroom, lounge, bedrooms, hall etc were to be spotless Floors polished to perfection, Work-tops gleaming, Beds made with fresh laundry ironed and all her clothes would be washed spotless as-well as Hand washing of delicates which would be done to the highest standard (something I had at that time no idea how to do) Everything was to be ironed and hung up neatly or folded neatly in drawers. All her shoes and boots, of which there were literally hundreds, would be spotlessly clean leather ones gleaming and suede etc brushed fresh etc. All new skills to me.
Her orders were to be carried out immediately whatever they may be and i would submit fully to any discipline she ordered. I had fantisised about Fem Dom for several years but I had never experienced any discipline for real so as I read the words on the page they seemed very scary
Whip, cane, tawse, paddles, bondage, high heeled trampling, cbt ball-kicking, face-slapping, spitting, forced ashtray etc. I started thinking what on earth have I got myself involved in here? She smiled over sipping on her wine as I read through her words It stated that i would dress as she ordered, i would submit to chastity key-holding (what was that?) and I would answer to whatever slave maid name she ordered me to.
In public i would show her the utmost respect at all times and wear my submission to her as a badge for all to see While shopping i would carry all her bags while at her heel and i would open all doors for her Pull out her seat and get her drinks etc From now on i would attend any fetish clubs on her lead and i would sign this legal contract of ownership which made me her property and should I break it she would legally “have my balls” was how she put it.
“Finished?” She enquired as she downed the last of her wine She then went on in a very understanding soft voice Asking as to whether I understood everything in it? I said I did as I mostly did with a few exceptions (cbt and chastity key-holding?) She then said that we had to get going then as we had an appointment at a lawyers practice on the other side of town “Chair” she said looking me in the eye I stumbled of course but she was patient and even explained that I was to pull her chair out for her. I hailed a taxi
On the way she skimmed over the contract leaning forward now and again to tell the driver exactly where to go Part of me was terrified, My mind racing A fantasy moving into real life between two people was one thing but this lawyer ; What were they going to think? I was nearly ill with nerves, but torn back to the excitement of the moment as she placed her hand on my thigh leaning forward
In the lawyers practice I was extremely relieved when she announced she was here to see Emma ----- We were directed through Emma turned out to be another stunning looking business lady of similar age Long curly dark hair and the same sharp business look The two ladies circled me like tigresses. Emma (The lawyer) giggled “So this is him then?” They laughed and made small talk “Are you going to give us all a go, I could do with my shoes cleaned” “All in good time” was the response “but first to business, Is that alright?” She asked throwing the contract onto Emma's desk?
I stood in the corner not really knowing what to do with myself as Emma looked through the contract Something in me told me to keep quiet and look down The two women poured over the contract for quite some time and various changes were made I heard Emma say things like “That'll stop him wriggling out of it” and “He's screwed if he breaks it now” at which there was loud laughter Eventually Emma said “well I think that's it” and I was summoned over to the desk In a very gentle voice my very soon to be Mistress looked me right in the eye and whispered “Ok are you ready to give yourself to me as my owned slave?” Emma stood smiling like a proud midwife as I was delivered into my new life of servitude by my utterance of “Yes Mistress”
As i moved forward to the desk to sign Emma interjected “Shouldn't he be on his knees to sign?” Mistress half gasped and half laughed “What am I thinking?, Of course, Of course he should” As I was signing my rights away I heard her giggling away and explaining to Emma that she was loving it She had waited ages for this and she was loving it
I felt then for the first time what I always felt subsequently when I pleased her with my service I felt delighted to please my Mistress On this occasion I was shocked back into the here and now by Emma popping open a bottle of champagne “Congratulations No more House work for you Mrs” declared Emma to which the reply was “Promise I'll give you a shot once he's house trained” There was much hugging, drinking of champagne, laughing and planning and Emma did get her sky high patent heels cleaned before I was led back through reception
I started to serve my Mistress the following evening and I served her for the remainder of the time I was at Uni in Edinburgh During which time I experienced that feeling of pleasing her many times but I also found out exactly what cbt and chastity key-holding were
On graduating I moved from Edinburgh to start work and although we kept in touch for several years we both got involved in new relationships and then lost touch
In subsequent relationships it was always there Sometimes at the forefront and sometimes as a niggle in the background that I knew wasn't part of what was there but wouldn't quite leave me alone
Several of my relationships have fallen into the later category Girls I have met through non-scene friends, work etc and they have made it very clear that they think the Fem Dom scene is all a bit kinky (and not in a good way) Here I have backed off a bit and tried to get on with a (normal) relationship
While doing this though I have always headed off to a Fem Dom Club night now and again and I have also spoken to several Mistresses online etc All the time telling myself that as long as I just spoke to them and didn't do any real time then I was being faithful to both my own desires as a sub/slave and also to my current vanilla relationship Of course that is nonsense but it is amazing what you can convince yourself when needs must
After several relationships I met a girl who I was very keen on and we ended up moving in together and staying together for 8 years, She was undoubtedly the Yin to my yang etc unfortunately she fell into the later category regards her thoughts on Fem Dom I dropped hint after hint on the Fem Dom thing but she didn't want to go down that road at-all I suppose in fairness I never really laid it out word for word but I was pretty sure she thought it was all weird and wasn't going there
A couple of years back we split up moved out of the flat we had stayed in together and after some time we both had relationships with other people She had a normal vanilla relationship and I served a Mistress in a Fem Dom relationship
During this time though we did keep in touch minimally through texts etc and one drunken night I poured out the whole Fem Dom thing to her in texts She didn't respond to it then and we went through a period where we didn't really speak for a while
Cut to a year or so down the line and both our relationships had ended We were both single and our work had thrown us together so we were talking again We had a few drinks one evening in a wine bar and she mentioned the Fem Dom texts I was very embarrassed as the two elements of life had been kept very separate and it felt strange talking to her about it in the bar
In the recent Fem Dom relationships I had been involved in I had started to feel it was all getting a bit pedestrian and I was starting to wonder if it was something I needed to put behind me, but here all of a sudden and without warning I was feeling all the feelings that I had felt in the Edinburgh wine bar My ex was sitting opposite me dressed in her short skirted business suit and I realised she was dangling her extremely high heeled shoe under the table as she was talking to me
She started by saying that she had been shocked by my texts that night and that at first she thought I had lost my mind I was awkwardly fumbling about and just about to start making excuses of being drunk etc When she started giggling and at the same time she was tapping my leg under the table with her 5 inch stiletto heel “So you want to be my domestic slave do you? she came out with I just about spurted half my pint of Peroni (I got all sophisticated since the Tennents days) half way across the bar As i sat jaw on the floor She sat back and sipping her chilled glass of wine said
“Ok here's how it's going to be....
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