Over the years I tried the BDSM scene, attending clubs and meeting folk privately.

I had some fun being a Dom but had more fun being a sub. I met some wonderful dominant women whose talents ranged from extreme sadism to being a first time Domme.

At the time, I was (and still) married to a wonderful wife who tried to fulfil my BDSM fantasises but could never get into it or enjoy a Domme role. She was more submissive if anything however, with jobs, kids and pets we never quite had the opportunity or chances to explore our fantasies further. It wasn’t a issue as we still had a very healthy sexual relationship but I did at all times hanker a hope of meeting a Mistress again. It more often than not continued to form part of my fantasies during masturbation.

It was by accident that the topic of me being submissive arose again when having a few drinks and watching a movie, part of the storyline involved a dominant female with a submissive male. It wasn’t porn we were watching but the Domme/sub story was part of the plot. My wife asked if this stuff still turns me on.

“By stuff I presume you mean submissive because yes, it does. It’s always done it for me, I’d still love to play in that scene.”

“Why don’t you then?” she enquired.

“Before I get too old, you mean?” I replied, laughing. “If you say so boss.”

“I’m serious,” she said “go for it. Honestly, I don’t mind. Try and find a Mistress or a Domme that does it for you. Only rule is, you tell me everything.”

“Ok,” I said grinning, “I’ll see what I can do.”

The following day, and just to be sure it wasn’t the wine talking I brought up the subject again, but before I could even mention it my wife said “don’t forget my suggestion last night!” I laughed telling her that I had wondered of nothing else since.

At lunchtime, I went to a cafe and began scouring numerous BDSM and swinger sites. I also had a look at sites with personal advertisement although it was easier to discover a boat or a car than what I was after.

On one well-known site, I found a lady who was fairly local. She was only a few miles from me and was older by 10 years but her user account gave a very good description including the things she enjoyed. She described herself as a ‘sexy mature slightly curvy and erotic sophisticated lady for your ultimate pleasure.’

Her user account mentioned her enjoyment of vanilla play but also pointed out (as she put it) that she had a devious side. The fact the ad said she welcomed nervous or new male subs gave me a tingle. Her pics were fantastic. Pictures of her in numerous poses, wearing different outfits and pictures of males dressed in womens clothing or tied to a bed or a St Andrews cross. There was also a pic included of a hooded male sucking the cock of another. Forced bi wasn’t my scene but this pic of a male sub being forced to do something he probably hated was a gigantic turn-on.

Her user account description also mentioned her being a hirsute female, i.e. she didn’t trim or shave so was hairy – this was right up my street and something I had fantasised about for years. Her name was Lizzie and have to be honest, she ticked a lot of my boxes and I was more than keen to explore further.

I took the plunge and sent her an email describing who I was and what I was possibly looking for as a sub. I say possibly as I just knew I wanted to try something but not sure how far I could be pushed. I also knew from previous experience that, while its good to distribute details of what I wanted as sub I did not want to Dom from the bottom as they say.

As a submissive I mentioned that I wasn’t looking for anything heavy and certainly not a lot of pain but I would like my boundaries pushed. It was essential to be honest and discover the right person. Only then would I be happy to submit and be taken on a journey. It was about a new adventure and letting go.

It took a few days to receive a reply. When I received a notification that I had new mail I was as excited as I had been in a long while. During masturbation I had even been thinking of nothing else other than the numerous scenarios with me as a sub.

Her email was charming. She was very polite and honest. It was refreshing. She told me that she was a Domme many years ago but as she got older she wanted to enjoy other elements of sexual play and eroticism. However, her enjoyment of being Domme never diminished, she just was on a different journey and did not attract many sub males. She told me she was interested in my ideas and fantasies but would prefer to chat to me and/or meet me first before embarking on any Domme/sub journey.

We firstly arranged a telephone conversation as a starter and following this, we arranged a public meet at a local cafe. She told me the location – only a few miles from me but it was a quiet place where we could chat without being heard.

She texted me a few hours before the meet with instructions;

BE AT THE CAFE 15 MINS BEFORE ME. BUY WHATEVER YOU WANT BUT MAKE SURE I HAVE AN EXTRA HOT BLACK COFFEE. I WILL BE THERE AT EXACTLY 11 AM.

We hadn’t agreed or started anything yet but this was a turn on. I sent the text to my wife who sent me a reply saying that it had turned her on as well.

I arrived in plenty of time to ensure I could discover a table far enough away from earshot of other customers but where I could be seen by Lizzie when she entered. At 10.55 I went to the counter to order and to ensure I got the order correct. It worked out perfectly. As the coffee arrived at the table, Lizzie also entered, spotted me and sat at the table.

“Wow, I’m impressed,” she said first. “Great timing, well done.”

If I am being honest, the timing was more luck than planning but I was happy to be off to a good begin.

We chatted about our lives which was a nice way of getting to know each other and relax especially as I had been as nervous as hell. It was lovely to hear of her other interests, keeping fit by cycling everywhere and her passion for art and massage. The latter being a new venture of hers.

When the conversation was drying up slightly she said “before, when I sent you that text message, how did it make you feel?”

I was really honest and told her that it really turned me on but it also made me nervous and my stomach churn.

She laughed and said “good, that was what I wanted you to say. Now, I want you to be more honest and tell me the things you enjoy, your fantasies, the porn you watch when wanking that small cock of yours and what gets you off.”

Fucking hell I wondered. Her forthright demand to tell her personal things made me want to squirm but at the same time open up and tell her everything. I explained that I had many fantasies and likes with some more outrageous than others.

“Ok,” she said, “tell me a few tame ones, give me a starter, we can discuss the crazy fantasies later.”

“Well,” I smiled “where to start?”

I went back many years when I had tried being a Dom and met lots of interesting people who had completely different ideas to me although I at all times took something positive from each meet rather than the negative elements. She seemed to like this open-minded attitude as she murmured, “mmmm, good boy.”

The praise made me smile. I continued with the history, and my submissive experiences. Again, I told her some of the things I enjoyed and those things that I didn’t. The latter being Dommes who had originally told me they wanted to explore their domineering side actually turned out to be sadistic belt-wielding maniacs. This made Lizzie laugh.

“Are you against all types of pain?” she asked.

“No, not at all. If administered in the right it can be a great way of controlling a sub. In fact, sometimes even the prospect of pain can be enough to help with sub control,” I replied.

“I like this,” she said, “you have obviously given this a lot of thought and I’m glad you are aware of the uses of pain or, the prospect of pain. Let me tell you where I’m at then.”

She proceeded to give me some background to her life and especially her previous experiences. Kinda the opposite of me, Lizzie said she tried being a sub but just couldn’t get into at all. She said it actually annoyed her and every instruction or order worked against her and pissed her off. It was then she decided to try being Domme and ended up loving it. She loved the control, the power and, laughing at my previous comments again said that she also liked to humiliate and give out pain but only when required.

We exchanged a few more experiences, stories and fantasies without going too deep but it was clear that we were kindred spirits with many similar interests albeit me being submissive and Lizzie being Dominant. Lizzie asked if I was still interested in taking things further and meeting her again but this time in a more Dominant/sub (D/s) role.

“Yes, I would love that. I have enjoyed meeting you today and having this chat. Bring it on,” I say, laughing.

“Good,” she says, “I think similar. I think we could have a lot of fun. However, before we do, we need to continue this dialogue. From the moment you leave me today, you will in future refer to me as Miss or Mistress. I may ask you to refer to me by other names but that will come. I will be sending you some questions over the course of the next few days and weeks and if you don’t reply by the date and time set I will be writing down the misdemeanour that will come into force when we eventually meet. You got that?”

“Yes Miss,” I said smiling nervously.

“Fuck Sake.” she retorted angrily. “When did I say you were to call me that?”

“When we leave each other today.”

“Exactly. You must listen, you must pay attention and you must do as you are told. If you don’t, I will decide the seriousness of your mistake and, when added to my list of failings will mark it out of ten. The higher the number or, when several mistakes add up, the more the punishment. Understand?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Good,” she smirked. “Remember, you get away with it today but after our meet, the fun begins.”

We parted methods, saying our goodbyes and I told her that it was lovely to meet her.

“Lovely to meet you as well,” she said. “Glad you got in touch. I think I am going to have a lot of fun with you.”

This last sentence made me nervous.

As soon as I returned home I wrote a lengthy email and sent it to my wife who was at work. Her reply said it was a great read and it turned her on. She also told me that I would be going down on her tonight as she wanted an orgasm before sleep. She also said I would be getting nothing in return.

Wow, could this day get any better!

Over the course of the next few days I was checking my email inbox every 5 minutes. Finally, a week after our meet an email arrived with the email address of Mistress Lizzie. It contained an attachment which turned out to be a BDSM checklist that I had to complete. I was told to complete it within seven days of the time the email was sent to me. She told me to be as honest as efficient and answer as best as I could as this would help our future meets. The questions were written in such a way that I had to give intricate details of likes and dislikes as well as things I had experienced and things I hadn’t. There was also a section that asked on a scale of 1 to 5 how much I was eager to try something new with 5 being definetely to 1 being not at all. There was 5 pages ranging from A – abrasion to Z – zoophillia. I have to be honest and say that I had to google many as I was unsure what they were. What an eye opener.

I had answered each question honestly including those that sounded great and I loved watching via porn sites but would I actually like to try it. Things like scat play or humiliation.

I took my time completing the list making sure I wouldn’t miss out on anything but at the same time being careful not to just tick a box because it sounded kinky as I actually could end up being in a position I did not want to be. There is a gigantic difference to being turned on by some fetish in a porn movie to actually taking part! I sent the checklist back with a day to spare.

It took another week before I heard from Mistress Lizzie. She had originally instructed me not to message her so it was a relief to finally hear from her. When it arrived my stomach churned and the nerves set in immediately. This was it. It was time to start my new journey. I told my wife later that night who was as keen and as willing as me.

Mistress Lizzie supplied her address with instructions. I was to arrive on Friday morning at exactly 10am. I could wear whatever clothes I liked but underneath I was instructed to be wearing hold ups and a pair of my wifes knickers that had been worn. My cock, balls and arse were to be fully shaved as well. I at all times trimmed but completely bald was a new one for me. I had 3 days to kill. ARGH.

I forwarded the email to my wife and with a quick reply she just wrote MMMMMMMMMMMMM, I will help you with those instructions.

Friday took an age to arrive. My wife took the morning off to help. After showering, she shaved me as per instructions and gave me a pair of knickers she had worn the previous day. She also gave me a new pair of sheer hold ups to wear. I would usually be embarrased with my wife seeing me like this but it really did add to the day and the fact she was willing to help me.

I left in plenty of time and arrived 10 minutes before I was due. I sat remembering my instructions upon entry to the flat.

Her flat was within an old victorian building with a great sea view. The main front door was unlocked so I was able to make my way to the first floor and enter the flat numbered 1/1. As I opened the door I (as per instructions) closed and locked it behind me. I shouted “Mistress Lizzie, your slave has arrived,” then proceeded to strip down to knickers and hold up’s. I then stood still with both hands clasped behind my head and legs open. I heard a voice behind me.

“Hello slave. Do not turn round. Close your eyes and stay standing for inspection.”

“Yes Mistress,” I said nervously.

A blindfold was placed over my eyes and, grabbing my elbow pulled me round towards her. “Face me,” she ordered. I shuffled round so I was in front of Mistress.

“I will now inspect you to see where you have fucked up.”

I knew she would discover nothing as I had followed her instructions exactly.

“Take those knickers off and hand them over,” she instructed.

I unclasped my hands and pulled down the knickers.

“Give me them.”

I handed them to her and immediately she said “open your mouth.”

They were pushed fully into my mouth. She must have turned them inside out as I could smell and taste my wife. She had been wearing them for nearly 24 hours so the taste and smell was strong. I have to be honest, it was wonderful.

A strong tape was then pulled over my mouth. The knickers were going nowhere!

As I stood with my legs open and mouth taped I was suddenly given a hard smack under my balls with something resembling a belt or a tawse. I couldn’t help but double over letting out a gasp and automatically placing my hands over my balls.

“What did I tell you to do with your hands?” she said angrily.

“Sorry Mistress,” I mumbled through the knickers and tape, quickly realising I had not clasped my hands behind my head again.

“Ha ha,” she said, “I can’t hear you mumblefuck. Not a great start is it?”

“No Mistress, I’m sorry I tried to say shaking my head.”

She smacked me again in the same place but this time even harder. It made me wince but I kept my hands exactly where they were.

“Don’t waste my time you snivelling cunt. If you want to do this you need to play by my rules and do as I want and as I say. Nod if you understand?”

I nodded furiously to make sure she saw me complying.

I felt the tawse gently smacking the inside of my thighs. “Open your legs wider.”

I immediately acted on it and opened my legs a whole lot wider.

Mistress Lizzie then began inspecting my body for cleanliness. She pulled at a few hairs under my arms – totally unexpected and the sharp pain took me by surprise. “Make these shorter next time,” she ordered.

“Ok?” she asked pulling at my right nipple.

I nodded again with muffled “yes.”

She then pulled at both my nipples and said “These are great for pulling and twisting. Do you like this cunt?”

“Hmmmmm I tried to say,” while nodding and shaking my head and shrugging my shoulders.

“Ha ha, as clear as mud,” she laughed at me.

Pain wasn’t my thing but this was great. Standing in such a vulnerable position while being inspected by a powerful woman was such a turn on. I wanted to please her so was disappointed that she was able to discover an early flaw.

I could feel the cold air against my bald cock and balls. It was years since I had been completely shaved but it felt great. Grabbing my cock she forced something onto it then after a few minutes of it being pulled and pushed and squeezed I felt something locking in place – some form of cock chastity. It felt heavy and slightly uncomfortable.

I was ordered to turn around again but this time behind over and touch my toes. I heard more noise behind me and realised that Mistress was putting on a glove. My arse was opened wide then a finger shoved into my anus. I was tight and with no lubrication it stung. “Wow, how tight is that little hole, better get some lube up there for the next stage.”

This instantly made me nervous. What next stage!

Mistress Lizzie pushed her finger back in again but this time she obviously had plenty of lube. She began fucking my arse with one finger. I enjoy anal fun but it had been such a long time since my wife and I had the chance to enjoy any that my arse was tight. She removed her finger but instantly replaced it with two. I could feel the stretch and pushing. It was starting to ease but still painful.

After a minute of this anal fucking Mistress removed her fingers and replaced them with something else – it felt like a butt plug especially when she had to push the fat part deep into me. Again, an instant pain but disappeared as soon as it was past the thick bulbous part.

So here I was, ten minutes into my new life and I was naked in front of a powerful sexy imaginative Mistress wearing a chastity device and butt plug and my mouth taped with my wife’s knickers inside. I was still nervous but was already loving this submission.

“Ok slave,” inspection over. “Down on your hands and knees where you should be but where you belong.”

After dropping to my hands and knees a collar was placed tightly around my neck, It had a leash attached to it that Mistress picked up and began pulling.

“Follow me slut,” Mistress said. I began crawling behind her on my hands and knees. As I couldn’t see I bumped into a few things. “Break anything, I break you,” she said sternly.

I wasn’t sure where I was being led but after only ten or so paces I was told to stop and adopt a kneeling position with hands behind my back. I felt as though I was in this position for an eternity when in fact, it was probably only minutes. I heard noises around me, movement in front of me – I had no idea what was happening. I eventually sensed someone (that I presumed to be Mistress) in front of me but still no instruction. I began to hear sounds that I eventually worked out to be a porn movie although I couldn’t understand the plot. After a few minutes I felt Mistress put a hand on my face and before I could understand what was going on the tape was roughly pulled off. Man it hurt. She told me to remove the knickers from my mouth and lean forward which I did instantly. “Lick my cunt slave.”

Still blindfolded, I shuffled forward till I reached Mistress. Her legs were wide open. I lowered my head searching for her pussy when I suddenly felt two hands around the back of my head forcefully pulling me towards her. Before I knew it, my head was buried deep in Mistress’s extremely hairy pussy.