The story of "a"` s first meeting his new Mistress

**Disclaimer
This is a real report written by sub a, a sub who got so lucky to visit me multiple times. This is a report of his first time serving me. It`s written some time ago, but it is still a good read plus it will give future slaves a bit of an insight on me as a Domme.

It was original written in Dutch then translated by me in English. I give the right to read this story, I however do not give the right to copy/ change it, sell it, use it on your own site or profile or use it for any other reason than a good read.**

This sub is still mine but sadly due to agenda`s rarely lining up we do not get to meet that often.

Some pictures taking during the encounter.

Kneeling in devotion

Well marked

All tied up 1 & All tied up 2




My first experience with Mistress

After days of waiting it was finally the day I would meet my Goddess and hopefully become one of Her new pets.

I arrived at 18:50 at a small town in the North of the Netherlands. I had to be at here door at precisely 19:00, so waiting a little and getting more nervous I stepped out of my car. I rang Her doorbell, head bowed eyes cast down as instructed. As I waited I could hear her heels clicking on the floor getting closer to the door. The door opened.....

Stepping inside I straight away moved to the little alcove. As Mistress closed the door I sank down on my knees. As I could feel her eyes scanning me She suddenly asked. “Are you ready to serve me?” The words could not have come quicker out of my mouth. “Yes Miss” .

I was ordered to go upstairs, Mistress following close behind me. In the room she placed a blindfold over my eyes. “Strip”, She ordered. With trembling fingers I obeyed. Stark naked and blindfolded I stood I stood in inspection position before Her. My hearth was racing.
Circling me Mistress started up a conversation, it settled me down a bit but it was frustrating to have not even seen anything more than her heels as She had let me in.

Mistress was not content with Her inspection. I had not shaven as good as I had been instructed. My hearth sank, how could I have been this careless and stupid. Mistress told me I would be punished for failing this simple instruction.
Because it was my first time Mistress told me that for this time she would show some mercy on me by first warming me up before the punishment would be administrated. Next time a punishment would be cold given, no warm up she warned!. I felt immensely great full Mistress showed me this mercy. It shows how great but also caring Mistress can be, even wen she loves marking the flesh of those She owns.

She took my hand and guided me to lay over her delicious legs. Like a naughty little boy she was going to spank me. It felt both so humiliating as well as excite-full. The spanking commenced, first a hard spanking with Mistress her hands. Her hands landed solid and hard on my poor behind, each blow leaving a stinging hand print. I believe it lasted a good 10 minutes before Mistress decided on the next instrument. 30 stinging hits with a wooden hairbrush followed by two more leather spanking toys. My ass was on fire and I could not lay still. Mistress had me locked down well over her knees, and prevented me from slipping .

Done, She pushed me of her lap. As instructed I immediately got on my knees in front of Her and as I felt her foot at my lips started to kiss and thanking Mistress for the discipline.

I adore feet, and Hers smelled so Divine, this was not a hard task at all. As Mistress instructed me to carry on adoring her feet I had time to settle down a bit from the beating. Finally the blindfold got removed and I could gaze up at her. My hearth racing again. Beauty. A woman with nice curves and a pretty face. Especially Her eyes. Like a ocean, I felt like drowning in them.

Stand up Mistress ordered and turn around. As I did Mistress grabbed some rope and preceded to put on me a gorgeous arm bondage. Such a feeling of being powerless came over me from it. After standing for some time Mistress took the end of the rope at my wrists and dragged me to another room. The bondage got untied and I got instructed to go on all fours.

Punishment time.

Oh how high I was a moment ago, how now fear crept in. But I had only myself to blame for failing.
I was going to get 6 hits with a paddle. That did not sound that bad I thought have had a spanking already, that is until I saw the “punishment” paddle. 

Still on all fours Mistress came over with the fear enticing paddle and stood over me. One leg on either side of my body. She instructed me to count the hits, thank Her and beg for the next one. So humiliating to have to do this. A grown man, a male that in the vanilla world, is seen as an Alpha male, high status job and usually being looked up to. Now here on his knees, being punished, even worse to having to beg for each new painful blow. Mistress not caring about what my status is in the outside world as here with Her I am nothing but a lowly submissive male begging at her feet.

The first two hits where already hell. I had tasted about 1.5 years ago a paddle but this was a whole new experience . “Three, Thank you Mistress. Four, Thank you Mistress. By 5 I got so loud Mistress got cross with me. “ Be silent or I will give you something to cry about” , she said. I am not even putting force behind these blows she told me. I tremble to think how painful this paddle would be if she ever did, I pray She never does as this was already shear hell.

After the last blow fell on my ass, my breathing racing I threw myself at her feet. Thanking Her for my punishment and begging Her to forgive me for my error. “ You are forgiven” how sweet these words where, an enormous weight got lifted off me. I kissed Mistress feet in gratitude. On my knees before Her she allowed me to wrap my arms around her waist She let me put my head on Her lap. Soothingly she started to stroke my hair. It felt so nice sitting there, so right. Kneeling before my Goddess, ass on fire I felt so content as she stroked my hair.
After some time Mistress spoke, asking if I had learned my lesson. “ Yes Mistress” She got up and got me a glass of water.

Slowly drinking my water and eyes cast down I could marvel at her pretty feet.
“ Have you settled?”, She asked. “ Good, than I now will test your skills on receiving the cane”, She told me. It is one of Mistress her favorite tools to use.
With two breaks I received blows from 3 different canes. 15 with the light cane, 10 with the medium and I could barely make it through the 6 of the heavy one. These canes where so pain full. So immense, intense and cutting. I had the feeling my guts clenched up. Even though Mistress told me not to I could not help but clench up my butt cheeks. Such a incredible experience. As She let me thank Her for the small cane training ( even though it was so hard for me ) I felt so grateful wen she told me I did well. I felt like a child being punished but afterwards being taking in his mothers arm to be comforted. Tears pricked in my eyes. I could feel pride for not having begged for mercy, relieve it was over, joy for having pleased Her, and utter devotion to have been granted this opportunity

Mistress Her rules are that by training and discipline beatings begging for mercy is allowed. That gives me a sense of relieve that Mistress does take care of what is hers and gives time to recover. However she did warm me that if it was for punishment, begging for mercy would be in vain. I promised myself to be careful not to get anymore punishments. I had felt the difference in Mistress already how Her emotions are if it is punishment ( cold and distant) as to wen it is for training/ discipline ( harsh but caring)

“Do you want some more water?” She asked. “If it pleases you, Yes Mistress.” Within a minute Mistress returned and put a bowl of water in front of me. “Drink,” She ordered. I was dumbfounded. “Me,” I asked. As Mistress also owns cats. “Yes you.” Getting back on all fours , I lapped the water out off the bowl like a dog. Again I felt so humiliated as Mistress gazed upon me. But it felt so right. Even though at times she speaks to you like in a vanilla setting, She always keeps reminding you that your place is at Her feet.

“ You have yet so much to learn still,” she told me. But I will give you a reward. “ Take of my heels.”

Mistress sat down and kneeling before Her I slowly slid each heel of her Divine feet. She was wearing no socks and being it a hot summer and Her getting worked up during my beatings Her feet had started to sweat. Normally this is not the greatest of smells but with Her it was like the best perfume in the world. More gorgeous smelling than ‘Coco Chanel Madmoiselle’ or ‘Chans’.
I kissed them like crazy, soft tender skin. Their divine smell in my nose, the taste in my lips. They where perfect, perfect shape, nice toes and painted nails. For me the feet of a superior are a symbol of submission for a sub. She let me first wash them and than massage them. I could tell Mistress was enjoying this greatly.

After having put away all the toys I had to return to my all fours position. Lower my chest to the ground and wait. Mistress returned and as She stepped behind me I could feel a cold liquid run over my ass. Oh, I though She is not kidding about testing me out on everything. Again a feeling of humiliation rushed over me knowing what would follow. But I stayed in position, I knew my place.

One finger slowly entered. In and out it went. A second finger got added. This was a bit painful, as it had been 2 years ago that I last had been taking in this way. Slowly Mistress stretched me more and more. Her fingers left me and I could feel a strap on sliding in my hole, yet again stretching it more. Mistress was so gentle, and taking her time to get me used to yet again a larger size. I felt almost like crying over the humiliation of being fucked like the little slut I am. But also proud that I was taking it.

It made me think about my ex. She did not do this often but she did borrow me out to a dominant friend of her. She was young and inexperience and would take me hard. That had been a bit of an traumatic experience. So I was grateful Mistress was taking it slow, helping me over it and enjoying this humiliation. As She slipped out of me for the last time, the test was over.

My energy drained, my ass hot and colored red and blue with some welts I was instructed to get dressed again. Giving me some time to recover ( and save to drive again ) we had a nice relaxing talk. Leaving Mistress Her home I left with the words ringing in my ears. ....

“You have passed the test”.