I have another newbie sub who came to see me and after resolving some personal conflict has now decided I am the Mistress he wishes to serve…. Read the start of his journey here >>>>>
I had often suspected that I might be submissive as a male and had had a couple of attempts at exploring this with a Lifestyle Domme and some escorts but found they were not quite what I was looking for.
My preference was to meet an attractive, dare I say unobtainable for a regular guy, sensual Domme and I have always been more attracted to black and mixed race women (even in vanilla relationships). This led me to Miss Deviant, who was not only incredibly beautiful and I was also attracted to her physical presence/ stature, but came across as someone whom would test my boundaries in a caring/humorous/intelligent manner, as well as in a more sensual/sadistic nature.
Communication and instructions has been clear prior to the meeting. I was instructed to refrain from self relief for the week before we met, extremely difficult when thinking about Miss Deviant, who looked stunning in her photos, and then after a few days I was instructed to Edge (wank to the point of cumming then stop), which I was unable to control…more later on this.
I was nervous but excited about our meeting, my first with a Pro Domme. On the day, the hottest of the year, travel to Miss Deviants location was delayed, I arrived late and hot/shaking (with excitement and fear).
When I finally met with Miss Deviant, I was staggered by her beauty, but was greeted with a firm reprimand for being late and being an idiot, both which were a fair assessment. I was told to fully undress and before any session could start I was told to assemble an electric fan, which due to my mental and physical state, plus lack of glasses/ being able to read the instructions, I failed dismally at. I was physically shaking, almost wanting to leave as Miss Deviant laughed at my pathetic attempts, made harder by being instructed to lick up her cigarette ash as she observed me. I was aware of my incompetence and unworthiness to her, with my every effort being inspected and laughed at. Eventually Miss Deviant took control, read the instructions and told me what to do. I was a wreak! When finally completed, I was told to worship her feet and shoes, both of which were so elegant. Miss Deviants photos, whilst stunning, do not do her full justice.
I was then made to stand against a wall and was hand and foot cuffed to the wall. I was teased by her incredible scent, by her removing her blouse dropping it over my head (the perfume/body scent was exquisite), then periodically reminded by a firm slap to the face that this was a D/s situation, not for my pleasure. I was shown, all too briefly, her beautiful private areas, only to be told that I would never experience this, which I accepted, just glad to be in her presence.
Next up I was reminded that I must be punished for the failure of my task in the week, plus for arriving late. I was strapped hands and body onto her medical chair and could see her selecting a large wooden paddle. My instruction was to count the 20 strikes, my first ever formal discipline since age 15 at school, with a “thank you Mistress” after each stroke and count. I was reassured before and during the punishment by a calm and very sensual tone in her voice (at odds, but so helpful for my punishment), she told me I could cry if I needed to. I was also told that I could cease this at any point and leave, but that I would never she her again. I was fine for the first 10 strikes, thereafter it really hurt (and I am not a masochist)…strikes now being applied to bruised and raw flesh. Miss Deviant was hard but fair and yes, I got through it as I was desperate not to fail her again, and aware that this seemed to please her.
More foot worship and teasing/ slapping of my face followed and then I was informed that I was to experience bondage and sensory deprivation. My body was completely wrapped in cling film, with my genitals, my arsehole and my nipples being exposed, for HER pleasure. I also had a full head mask, blindfold and gag places over me and my ears were plugged. I was told I was her little gimp. I was picked up, I am only 150 lb/ 5’7″ and placed upon the medical chair, which was then reclined.
Satisfying Miss Deviant
I was given water from Miss Deviant regularly to avoid dehydration and from then on was teased and played with, for HER amusement, at times left to relax and then suddenly more stimulation, all under HER control and at HER whim. I was told that I belonged to HER, that my genitals and my arse, now called my pussy, all belonged to HER. Miss Deviant told me that she would not take my pussy today, but she proceeded to play and tease my pussy hole, my first real (delicious) experience of this. I was happy and seemed to please Miss Deviant. I had a small butt plug inserted and told to wriggle about on it and was aware that I was drifting into a possible “sub state” and enjoying the experience immensely as I groaned and wriggled around like a girl being pleasured. By now I was desperate for Miss Deviant to enter my pussy, which I was told by Miss Deviant, was very wet, dilated and open like a beautiful flower, ready to be plucked. But I must wait for this full experience at a later date. Miss Deviant seemed to be genuinely enjoying controlling and violating my body and I was pleased to submit and comply whether HER needs.
After finally being released, Miss Deviant instructed me to worship her feet and shoes again, muzzling my head into her firm/ slim/ long legs, whilst she gently stroked my hair. I was instructed to shower and report back, where I was told to clean and tidy the room, which I did gladly without thinking, not through fear, but through acceptance that this was normal for a submissive male like me to do. Interestingly I would have hated an instruction like in my vanilla life, be it from my ex or at work from my boss.
Upon completion I was given a glass of water and we discussed the session. Miss Deviant told me that she was very pleased and surprised with my ability as a newbie. I was so happy and excited, lots of smiles and blushing on my part! Lol.
Over the next few days Miss Deviant guided and supported me offline, for my specific personal situation and tailored my session and aftercare to my own needs. I am a single parent dad (divorced) and had concerns over how to deal with submitting in a D/s relationship impacted my life at home and indeed at work, where I have a responsible/ demanding job. I was also concerned, post session, over what me being anally satisfied meant to me as a straight, albeit clearly submissive, man. Miss Deviant was able to provide clarification of this and a possible post session “sub drop”, plus useful articles for me to read.
Miss Deviant told me that she would feel none the worse of me if I decided that a D/s relationship was not for me, or if I wanted to try another Mistress that she would gladly refer me with a recommendation to another black Domme, as being a good little sub (my heart actually jumped with joy…I seemed to have really pleased her!). I was able to make the decision over the next few days, having experienced strong highs and some lows (which Mistress had told me may happen) that if Mistress would accept me as a sub, then I was HERS.
My journey with Miss Deviant at the helm now begins and I am so happy to submit and serve, to a genuinely wonderful Mistress. Stunningly beautiful and sensual, hard but fair, intelligent, funny, supportive…I could go on and on! I can think of no other woman now, either to serve or to have a vanilla relationship with. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for accepting me Mistress.
My heart went out to this sub when after his initial high, appeared to suffer from a serious ‘sub drop’. I scoured the internet and sought advice from other Mistresses for links to articles which may allay his fears. I’m happy to report this little subby seems to have got his head around his issues and is now ready to take the journey of a lifetime and I’m more than happy to be his guide.