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The transition begins immediately as I enter the room and stand before you for the first
time. My mind is racing, filled with a multitude of different thoughts which race in and
out of my consciousness and beyond my ability to control or resolve before the next
intrudes. Dressed in a well-tailored, conservative dark gray business suit, crisp white
shirt, understated gray and silver tie in a small geometric pattern, gleaming slip- on 's
polished to a high gloss, my outward appearance exudes the confidence, control and power
I'm accustomed to wielding in the business world. However, the instant I enter the room,
my internal psyche begins to change. The room is well lit with no shadows, everything is
illuminated, not operating room bright but everything is clearly, distinctly bathed in
light - no place to hide, no area obscured from view either by furniture or even faint
shadow. I can feel my power and control slipping away under your gaze. I feel your eyes on
me more than seeing them looking at me; I sense an intensity, a power and strength to
which I want to surrender, to give myself over to. My heart is beating faster and I'm
filled with excitement, anticipation . and some fear. Fear of the unknown; I'm not
entirely sure what to expect or what may happen. Fear of disappointing you or not being
able to please you; will I be found wanting, lacking in some manner - physically or
emotionally. As instructed, I walk to within five feet of your chair and stop. You remain
seated . staring, looking, sizing me up, deciding .? I don't know which. The seconds
stretch like an eternity in the silence I dare not break. "Hmmmmm," the same
noncommittal commentary that when uttered by a doctor makes one wonder what
horrendous disease or condition has just been observed . and in this situation, the sound
is just as unsettling. Does it mean you've found something you don't care for or are you
merely pondering aloud? Rising form the chair, you circle me one, two complete turns
around me. eyes burning through me as if you can see and know all about me. Though fully
dressed in my suit of business 'armor,' I feel slightly uncomfortable, exposed . almost as
if I were wearing nothing.
Stopping behind me, you lightly tap my right shoulder with the
leather riding crop I noticed as you walked around me in a narrowing circle, moving closer
and closer to me. Tap, tap, tap . like a pencil drumming against a table top . the crop
touches my shoulder, and my senses detect the unique smell the smell of leather.
Apprehension permeates me . but at the same time so does excitement and the first
stirrings of arousal.
Your voice again breaks the silence, "Strip to the waist and
step out of your shoes!" The tone is neither harsh nor shrill, but the sound is one
to be obeyed, spoken almost matter of factly but leaving no room for discussion or
questioning. Without hesitation, I slip my suit coat off, undo my tie, and begin
unbuttoning my shirt. My mind is filling again with uncontrollable thoughts . though I've
imagined this moment a 1000 times, it is still somehow different. In the short space of
time since first entering this room, I have changed, my focus is to obey you, My Mistress,
to please you. Shoeless and bare from the waist up, I feel the leather crop again on my
back, but this time my back is bare and the crop is sliding over my skin from the
shoulders downward, lower and lower, resting briefly on my buttock and then trailing
around my side as you again circle in front of me. My eyes are cast downward . I see as
well as feel you move the crop over my belly, upward to my chest sending small chills
through my body . the crop flicks across one nipple, making it grow taut, before it moves
down my torso, down the front of my leg and upward along my thigh making me tingle with
excitement and a growing arousal.
My mind clicks off what is happening . I'm standing half naked
before a woman, a woman I've just now seen in person for the first time, a woman who
is a stranger and yet not a stranger, a woman who I am giving myself to physically and
intellectually. My internal reverie is broken by two events in rapid succession.
First, I see and feel the crop - almost as if in slow motion - move from your side to tap,
tap, tap my body. The leather is crop is part pointer and part paddle as you tap the tip
of it against the growing bulge in my crotch, the action and sensation through my slacks
is arousing, and my cock responds with a twitch and continued swelling to its touch.
Barely do these sensation register in my mind when I hear your voice commanding,
"Strip! Completely . I want to see my slave and my new toys."
Quickly I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants, unzip and drop
them to the floor. Stand in nothing but my briefs, I sense my face flushing red .
red with embarrassment but also with excitement and desire. Simultaneously I'm embarrassed
by how little I'm wearing, humiliated at being ordered to strip but also very much excited
by it . just as the thought that I'm about to stand completely naked before you, totally
exposed is one that I eagerly want yet am compelled to blush at the thought. Continuing to
sense your eyes on me as opposed to seeing you stare, I want to be naked and yet . only if
in so doing I will have pleased you. Hooking my thumbs inside the elastic waist band of my
briefs, I slide them lower on my hips, down midway below my cheeks in the back, down just
under my pubic mound to the base of my ever growing cock . down farther revealing more of
my shaft until my cock and balls spring free as my briefs drop to the floor around my
ankles and I step out of them.
In that instant, I'm filled with an exhilaration. Now
completely naked, my cock continues to swell and grow, elongating and thickening . the
skin stretched taut from its base to the tip, my cock points rigidly outward and up
completely erect as my balls contract, the scrotal sac tightening and becoming taut,
pulled up to the base of my cock. My peripheral vision detects a small smile at the
corners of your mouth as you move the tip of the leather crop to my bare thigh, lightly
brushing my balls and then sliding over the length of my erect cock from the base to the
head, the touch of it makes my cock twitch, flex involuntarily at the sensations. Using
the crop as a pointer, you flick and prod my cock and balls as you ask, "And what are
these?" My reply is immediate, "They are yours, Mistress, your toys."
"That's right. Very good! They are mine to play with. To use as I wish. For my
pleasure, my amusement, my entertainment." Exhilarated and aroused as never before,
I'm filled with contentment, and happiness and a sense of 'freedom.' Any lingering doubts
have dissipated; this is where and how I was meant to be . naked and subservient to a
strong, dominant woman. My submission and voluntary slavery to you has given me pleasure
and a sense of freedom I have craved, freedom from all that has cluttered my mind and life
. and an unbelievable degree of sexual pleasure. I hope that I correctly sense an equal
counterpoint of pleasure and satisfaction in you. Does the growing smile across your lips
reflect your enjoyment in seeing me stripped, docile and available to you? . pleasure and
satisfaction in the effect you have upon me, in the power you have to make me obey, to
enthusiastically, eagerly do your bidding, the power to so arouse me sexually, to make me
erect without touching me, merely by looking at me?
That smile, that look on your face. Yes, they reflect pleasure and perhaps desire, but
they also reflect amusement and humor. I think you're amused at my humiliation and
degradation and thoroughly enjoying the fact that I am more than willing, I'm eager for
you to use me, and even beyond that I'm aroused and take pleasure in your choosing
me as a plaything. Why does this thrill me? How can I be so aroused? Why? And how indeed?
This is so right for me. Rational thought eludes me. I can feel my cock oozing
precum I am so excited and so HOT with anticipation. I'm both slightly
embarrassed and yet somehow proud that I'm already oozing precum for you, because of
you. The more you enjoy using me and showing your enjoyment, letting me know
you are taking pleasure from me, the more excited I become and the more I want to
please you, to be ordered to please and perform for you.
Seeing my precum already, I think you are pleased but also ready
to instruct, and in so doing to arouse me even more. In a voice half mocking and
half amused, you observe, "Poor baby, your cock is sooo hard and you
want to cum soooo badly don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress. I want to cum; you make me want to cum
just by your presence."
And you answer with words that excite me physically and mentally.
"I know you want to cum and you will. But you'll cum when I want you to. You'll
cum when and how I want you and because it pleases me, not because it pleases
you."
I flush and my cock squirts a little burst of precum at your words, and you're amused.
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