A True Femdom Experience from an online dating Site

I think it is my duty to share my experience, it should serve as an example to all those who register on Slave Selection without really knowing what to expect. Of course, they may just fall on a prankster Mistress, who’s not serious and a relationship that will not hold. But if this is not the case, be careful ….

I have some experience of submission, sometimes with professional Mistresses, sometimes not. My relationships were pleasant, interesting, sometimes strong. I had the desire to have a more intense relationship yet, be closely monitored and constantly in short, become a servant rather than a submissive and worship a Mistress. I registered on this site “to see” if I could find that.

I contacted some Mistresses, to receive answers without interest, usually with more spelling mistakes than words. Often no answers at all. And then, a Mistress replied in a firm tone, a real letter without mistakes, written in a way that can only have me wanting to meet her.

I went home, the first time after made a series of domestic races for which she had sent me a detailed list. I have not found any, I replaced some articles by others that I thought equivalents. She joined me in the parking lot of the store and I recognized right away, I found it beautiful, penetrating eyes, and a princess look. She found my car dirty, she was right and I could only mumble an apology. I felt immediately put in my place …

I took her home and I brought all the races she made me put away in his cabinet, dismissing the mistakes or bad choices, the remote and severely.I knelt before her, looking down, to hear me say that I’m really stupid, my dirty car is an inexcusable lack of respect and that I will be returning false purchases. She gave me several slaps on the cheeks, I never imagined that a young woman like her, so delicate, could hit so hard. I was especially surprised to feel ashamed of failing and accept the beatings and humiliation with as much resignation.

I returned a few days later to clean, naked, she was hitting my buttocks with a paddle, strong. Especially when she was particularly angry, she would slap me, it was very bad, it was humiliating, she insulted me at the same time, but in my heart, I liked her slaps. I was fascinated, I felt her strength and influence. Then I served her as a chauffeur, she in the back, me in front of her. I opened and closed the door and wait for her to finish her race or her appointment.

I had a family problem, serious, which mobilized my time for several weeks. I told my mistress that I would not be available for four to five weeks and she said that the family is sacred and that I should devote myself indeed. This problem gave me time to think, to tell me I should maybe try to release me as there was still time. I was obsessed with my Mistress, I slept bad because I thought of her. I was really afraid to fall over, I held a few weeks longer than my family forced me.

I have not held longer, I wrote to her to tell her that my problems were behind me and I wondered if she would accept me again, I’d do anything to be a good slave. I looked at my account ten times a day to see if she had replied. My wise side said “maybe she will not answer you, and this is better,” but my inner self was eager to find her.

She wrote and brought me to take care of the household. A few hours in her company, I felt happiness, my reservations were gone. Obviously, when I arrived, she had me naked, kneeling, looking down, and she spoke to me, angry but in a tone content, “who do you think you are, and you are mine that you would not be coming for family reasons, I understand. But you did not kept me informed, it is inadmissible “I received several slaps, slaps are terrible, humiliating but also annihilate any desire. I do not know what I stammered, it does not matter much, I surrendered and I submitted to her will. The first of her wishes was to call me Micheline, I have not liked (Micheline, was to annoy me I know) but I have no choice. Since I think Micheline, feminine, and I even realize today that I answer without hesitation, even happy, when she calls me like that.

I was not completely tamed, I did two hours of cleaning, cleaning the floor and then a barbecue and I felt she was satisfied with me and with the housework. I stopped the housework, she made me go back to all 4’s, raised ass to whip me 30 shots. I already had the whip but her dexterity is one of the best Mistresses, with a much higher number of shots. Because after the first salvo came second and for the first time, I had to ask one (but it is not, it is MA) Mistress to stop. I do not expect her reaction, not as strong in any case, and she told me clearly that I was at it, her thing, her purpose, bitch, I had no rights and certainly not that of being insolent or rebel. I also received a few slaps, slaps are terrible and I think they are the ones that made me switch.I realized I had to incur me or accept my fate as Micheline, I am her, my Mistress property. I did not hesitate, I accepted my fate and today I am happy to feel the continuous deepening of my enslavement.

Since then, our relationship has deepened, slowly but surely, she takes possession of increasingly deep of my heart, my mind and my body. I have assimilated now that my time is hers. Of course, I work, I have a family life but when I have free time, I warn and I recognize today that my hope is that she uses me.Of course, I like to be in her presence, even kneeling in a corner, hearing only live. What I like is that she asked me to stop the car in a bar for a drink. We speak so loosely, as friends you might think. Of course, I called Mrs. vous and in public, she to me and I still owe her respect and deference but I do today naturally without thinking about it. I know my place. I understand now that I have it right that authorizes and that it is she who decides whether I drink or take chips. In fact, instead of having understood today, it seems natural to me and I know that if she does not tell me anything, I will not drink the glass of wine I have before me, I do not have permission. The people around you may notice that I rise to serve my Mistress, open the door for her so she moved to the back of the car, I answer any of her requests. I already thought I saw interrogative or amused glances. If they knew what my happiness, their eyes should rather be envious and my feeling is of pride in belonging to such a beautiful woman and also strong character.

I am far from perfect, I dont think I ever will, and I am sad when my Mistress is angry, sad as a dog who devotes an absolute love his Mistress and immediately unhappy if taken at fault. But my happiness is too great when I feel that my Mistress is satisfied with me and will reward me. I have been superbly the other day, I could feel her cock and then lick and suck her love button. My eyes were covered with a bandage but I was intoxicated by the smell and taste, my day was wonderful. I wriggles with pleasure, saying that perhaps soon, I will have a new reward and I can get drunk on a part of her body.

This story may sound implausible or a fantasy but it is true. I feel like the wolf of Little Red Riding Hood, who was attracted by the wolf and resisted him all night before succumbing. The only difference is that in my case, the end is happy. I lost my freedom to devote myself completely to a wonderful Mistress I hope to serve without her tired.