A Story About Me

A STORY ABOUT ME [This is 'based on a true story'. Almost everything I have written here is true EXCEPT that I only met Mistress R. once for about two hours. We met at the Denny's, then she stopped by my apartment for 30 minutes. Aside from getting caught staring at her feet and just generally feeling submissive around her, nothing else happened. Soon after that, she said that her husband was getting too jealous of her online fun, so she said goodnye. As I wrote this down, I just felt like embellishing it a bit, so I did. --- sluppy] I had never been an actual slave in "real life", although I had had strong fantasies about being a slave for just about as long as I could remember. I have a very submissive nature, especially around someone who is able to bring out that side of me. This story is about a Mistress I served. Mistress R. was my online Mistress. We had never actually met we only corresponded through the email on a local BBS. All I knew about her was what I could read in her "bio". She was 33 years old, 5'9" tall and weighed 140 pounds. She was married and had red hair. Most of the other answers in her bio were normal enough, but under a question about personality types, she had selected "dominant". Of course, with my submissive side, I had to write to her and explore just what she meant by that answer, and I was happy to learn that she liked to fantasize about being a Mistress. Based on this, we soon formed an online relationship with her as the Mistress and me as the slave. She made it very clear that since she was happily married this could never be anything more than "electronic play", and I readily agreed. Right from the beginning she was very demanding. She remained totally in control and things seldom went the way I wished, but as I followed her orders (by myself, in front of the computer), I began to feel myself mentally coming under her control. She began my training by telling me that as her slave, my body become her property. Just like I wouldn't think of touching a Mistress without permission, she required me to ask for her permission and to follow certain rules she set forth before I was allowed to touch "her penis". She ordered me to relieve her penis three times a day, but I was never allowed to even touch it if I was on any kind of furniture I had to be kneeling or laying on the floor. This was very hard for me, since reading her letters or chatting with her or thinking about her made me very horny it was hard to keep my hands off of her penis. I was required to send her a daily report once a day about how I had relieved her penis, how I had carried out any of her other orders, and describing my feelings to her. Let me explain that although we never played in person, I tried to the best of my ability to obey her every command exactly as she wished, without complaint. I was not entirely successful, I think in part due to the fact that I probably needed her watching over me to insure total obedience. It was enough, though, to make me feel totally like her property. I was honest with her, so whenever I disobeyed or did not follow her orders, I told her so. Being an online computer relationship, I could have lied and she would never have known, but I think then I would have missed out on many of the feelings that came along with it. I really began to think and feel as if I were under her control. Right away, she ordered me to buy a pair of panties and then to wear them for 24 hours, including to work. It was punishment for something I had done that had displeased her, although I can't remember anymore what it was. I'll never forget how embarrassing it was going into Mervyn's to buy the panties. It felt to me like everyone in the store knew why I was there! As I strolled through the panty section of the store, trying to look as uninterested as possible, I was completely humiliated! I did notice a couple of people glancing at me, and one woman almost seemed like she was following me around! I kept bumping into her as I turned a corner, etc. Anyway, I eventually found the courage to check out some panties that were there, and discovered I didn't know the first thing about the sizes that they came in. I finally decided on a pair of sheer blue anties that said "one size fits all" and were priced about $7. I then became more embarrassed as I had to walk through the store to the check out counter, carrying nothing but the panties. All together, it was a totally frightening experience and very humiliating. But when it was over and I finally made it home, I was very pleased that I had obeyed my Mistress. Of course, the next day, I wore the panties to work, but that was very easy compared to buying them. She required me to buy many things while I was her slave. I had to go to adult book stores and buy a small butt plug, a large butt plug, lubricant, a penis- shaped vibrator ... 4423 1.20/512345