What made you submissive?
This question was posed recently.
I have to reply “Am I truly submissive?”
I have always enjoyed the thrill of the chase, I thrive on natures own drug of euphoria, adrenaline.
I find immense pleasure in overcoming adversity. I love the thrill of the chase I thrive on conquering my fears, apprehension and doubts. To me it is overcoming the those personal fears and challenges that drives me onward.
Most things I have done in the past by way of a pastime have presented challenges, challenges to be overcome.
None of those challenges are impossible to do, they can all be achieved, I am by no means unique, other people have been there before me…… well sometimes. There was once when I was the first ….yes I really mean it, I felt like Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin stepping on the surface of the moon al those years ago. So I do know what its like to be first. But that’s hard, it isn’t easy to be the first. Too many people already looking for that elusive high of all highs.
Now that’s not to say I do dangerous things. I always mentally try as best I can to evaluate those risks involved and to mitigate any outcome. Some out there will immediately know this as risk assessment.
So having weighed up all the pros and cons and considered best case worst case scenarios you venture forth. You overcome all of the obstacles placed in your path you conquer and emerge triumphant.
For me however its not just the physical challenges but also the obstacles placed there by your own mind. The little demons inside saying “yes go for it, it will be allright”, The little angels saying “don’t be a fool. That’s dangerous”
Now for every event there are a finite number of outcomes. But… what if those events are not all of you own doing? What then will be the outcome?
Events in the last few years have changed my outlook. Certain things happened that opened new doors for me. Most recently I decided after a lifetime of interest to venture into a field that has always been of great interest to me fetish and BDSM.
After a lifetime of sitting on the fence so to speak I took the opportunity when it presented itself to move out of the shadows and into a new world where to be honest little seems to shock people. No matter how weird you might think your thoughts to be I can and do assure you someone has been there before…..and… probably done it several times and perfected it to a point you could never imagine.
So I took those steps, I sought satisfaction for my cravings, my needs.
I visited clubs I met people, made friends talked a lot.
Eventually something drew me like a magnet to a particular person.
A picture really, an awesome stiletto heel with an equally delectable black nyloned foot within, an ankle so delicately captured with the strap of the heel.
I tell you what red blooded male wouldn’t have been attracted to that?
Several sessions go by. As could be expected the first was relatively tame by today’s standards. It was however no less exciting for one can never hope to outdo the first impression. Fortunately that isn’t the case here. So quickly did I feel a rapport build, that to trust someone as I do, to allow them the freehold to do what they want when they want. To permit them to lead me where they will seems strange. But……I do. Why?
I have asked myself this over and over… I just don’t know
I look back now and realise that whilst I suppose I could not truly call myself submissive at the beginning. My journey so far has taught me much and caused me to look back on the events as they have unfolded. It appears to me to have been a carefully constructed path with one aim. To see just how far I might be pushed. How receptive might I be to thoughts, ideas and desires of the Mistress.
Each meeting has pushed just that little bit more, asked me to give just a little more in response.
A little while ago I feel something changed.
Suddenly I was no longer having to ask for a meeting, it appeared to me, anyway, I was now being told when to attend. Not in some officious way but certainly I was left with the impression that now it was for Mistresses amusement more than my own.
Now you can all sit there and claim you do it for the amusement of your Master or Mistress. But lets not kid ourselves here “You like it too” or you wouldn’t be doing it. So no matter what anyone feels they too get satisfaction in satisfying the needs and demands of another.
Dommes and subs need each other. One cannot exist without the other.
So now I look at why do I do it. I love the suspense, the not knowing, the unknown. I can mentally review everything that might be but I simply cannot read minds.
I have tried, believe me, to imagine what Mistress might have in store. I have sadly never succeeded. She has a wealth of experience and never fails to surprise me. But being who I am I am always curios to know what lies ahead, I simply cant stop looking, trying to imagine those risks and to calculate the pros and cons of what might be.
My first tentative steps led me to a club where I witnessed certain gameplays which were acted out. Could I have involved myself there and then?, Nooo way. I was far to self conscious. Could I do it now? That’s a whole new ballgame, probably in the right circumstances and of course in the right company.
So why this change?
I already told you how I love the thrill and the excitement
Now its more than just that. I know feel I have found somebody who understands me possibly better than anyone, I trust their judgement, I place my care in their hands occasionally, not often enough sadly but heh there’s always the future.
I look back on early sessions and realise I was still in control, to a point. I presented Mistress as do most with a list of likes and dislikes, things that were of interest to me. Now its different, many sessions later as I look back I realised that some time back I was resigned to the fact that what happens happens and it happens not because I want it to. It happens because someone else wants it to.
It happens because that is what Mistress wants.
It happens because that is Her decision, She has decided and I must comply.
More than that though now, is this submission I ask?
I suspect as with many things submission can take many forms
For me it is now almost a battle of wills. I simply do not want to let the Mistress down. Its that physical and more importantly to me, mental challenge. Can I really take all she has to offer?
As with all things like this a safeword is imperative for safe sane and consensual play.
Ask me now and honestly I don’t recall what that word is. I can honestly say that it has never gotten to that stage. I have I’m ashamed to say failed however. I recall one session where it simply became so intense I had to have a few minutes to regroup, but the session continued to its natural close. Nonetheless I do deep down inside feel I failed that particular test and I cant tell you how much that hurt.
I don’t do failure, I don’t go to make up the numbers. I go to win.
Now you may think that is not submission, perhaps you may think it a game to me. I can assure you all now that is not quite how I see it. That may well be how it all started but I do feel things have evolved now. It not simply a game any longer.
When first you visit a Master or Mistress I am certain you are still in control to a point. You are often involved in a pro Domme situation and so I am sure there is an element of customer satisfaction involved.
You are after all a customer are you not. You really decide how where and when.
I said before that things for me I feel have moved to a different level.
Sometime back I was contacted and told where and when.
I cant remember the last time I was told how.
So for me I turn up when I am told, all things allowing.
Mistress decides now where and when
Mistress has for as long as I can remember now decided how.
Mistress herself has particular things that interest her the most. She now finds herself with someone in her circle who’s needs are somewhat different.
For those who know I broke my femur in the new year. This has in no way curtailed the Mistresses training or handling of this slave. OK so I might get to sit down a little more than a few of you heeheheh.
But sessions are no less demanding. I can honestly say I have left each and every time physically and mentally drained and ,yes of course, always wanting more.
The preamble to any of my sessions always involves a little exchange of words. Foreplay I like to think of it. For me it helps to build the tension and set the scene such that when I arrive I am already very deeply prepared both physically and more importantly mentally.
This weekend is something completely different.
Quite unexpectedly in a seemingly innocent message exchange
Three days ago the seed was set, the nervousness started almost immediately. Slowly as the time moved on and further exchanges took place
Finally what was I doing this Saturday?
Try though I might I couldn’t think of anything even remotely plausible, me granny’s died six times already, She knows about the bone I have in my leg, and the dogs had more trips to the vet than I care to remember. My hair doesn’t need that much washing and styling believe me.
So here I am now three days later trying to make sense of it all.
so excited I’m almost being sick, quite literally, a huge lump in my throat, very dry mouth, heart is pounding, stomach is churning. I really don’t think I should have had that fried breakfast.
Frantically searching for clues as to what might lie in wait, seen lots of little hints but are they really directed at me? are you simply building the suspense? Is my mind trying to work overtime here? make something out of nothing?
Why do I bother? Have I ever succeeded in pre empting what might be ? NO
Mistress always seem to have one or two hidden extras up your sleeves, strange really since I don’t recall ever seeing sleeves.
You know? ….I have no idea?
But …. I do know “my god Mistress is good at this whole thing”
the suspense and uncertainty leading up the that moment in time………. its ….
I tell you I don’t mind betting lesser mortals would run in fear.
So am I submissive?
If being submissive means being at the call of a seriously dominant extremely fetish aware woman who knows what she wants and knows how she will get it?
But I’m sure there are people out there who are better than me who might know better
I really cant tell you how hard this will be to go through with
Just around six hours to go now until the predetermined time.
Since this whole thing started I was awake on the first night at 3 in the morning and didn’t get back to sleep.
Last night was very restless
The shakes and worries are at their highest now. Unless I can find something to preoccupy my mind. Typing this hasn’t helped in the least but I felt the need to share with you my feelings at this point.
The odd text message unexpectedly received hasn’t helped at all. Least of all in the queue at the supermarket checkout this morning. I was shaking so much I dropped my credit card on the floor…..twice
the little clues left casually lying around
kinky rubber kidnap planned for tomorrow …..shhhhh
the subtle hints
too terrified to open your eyes would be my guess……
alas a woman’s brain is tricky enough to fathom – a Dominatrix’s …well…..
You will be safe, You will have fun. YOU WILL LOVE IT
I shall take complete control of you – a lot of the time you will be in sensory deprivation and I shall be by your side, lots of friends all perverted and a good mix.
As always My thoughts are filled with excitement as your time in the kidnap mobile grows closer. Last minute arrangements within My head have Me awake at silly oclock…… it will be fab!
Or is it just my overactive mind?
I will tell you next week if I am able
nervously counting down the hours until this evening….
Be here Saturday 18.00
Those were the words that caused so much fear and anxiety only 24 hours ago.
So what happened? Did I conquer and emerge triumphant?
That, I’m sorry to say, isn’t for me to comment upon.
I turned up and sat on the prom, traffic had been light I was in plenty of time. I sent a message to The Mistress to tell her I had arrived.
Her reply, again completely out of the norm, “Enjoy the view……I shall send for you when I am ready”
Eventually I was told “Come now step inside”
I did as instructed
I was greeted by the usual vision of great beauty to me. Mistress stood before me in black knee high boots black stockings, a yellow PVC dress, her waist tightly accentuated by a black leather underbust corset. Her makeup as always faultless.
However it was immediately apparent that the so called Party I had imagined was not being held at the Mistresses chambers,……if at all?
I was made welcome and it was soon apparent that a journey was involved, we were going somewhere.
I stood nervously awaiting instructions as Mistress busied herself packing selected items for this impending journey. The conversation was brief and brisk. She was not giving anything away.
A rare opportunity was presented and I was honoured to be allowed to photograph Mistress as she prepared for the evening ahead. The pictures are there for all to see on Yahoo.
Shortly before leaving Mistress held a shiny metal tag before her.
She asked could I read it.
I stepped closer and in the light of Her dungeon read “Property of Mistress Beth”
I stared at this piece of metal held before her breast, speechless, wondering, holding my breath.
It was turned and I read the inscription on its reverse, “Azu”
The name given me by The Mistress after my very first visit.
I don’t recall my exact words but I do recall almost chokingly replying with a heartfelt “Thank you Mistress”
I shall wear this with pride hoping never to fail you
Not sure where yet
I’m sure you will have ideas of your own
Something had been afoot, those changes hadn’t just been in my mind.
They were not simply the cravings and desires of someone desperately seeking to serve and to please.
It seems Mistress too deemed me worthy of joining her “inner circle”.
Mistress, I cant tell you how pleased I was at that moment, nor how humble that made me feel also. There are, I am sure, many out there envious of the faith you have placed in me and more so, envious of my position and quite possibly many more deserving.
With bags packed I was ushered into the infamous kidnap mobile. Mistress sat slightly in front and to the side of my seat. The engine started and our driver set off. A few pleasantries were exchanged between Mistress and the driver, the odd remark directed to me. My last clear recollection as we approached Lancaster was of Mistresses stern tone telling me to strip.
Here, in the van, seemingly in full view of passing motorists and pedestrians.
It quickly became apparent it wasn’t a request.
I fumbled with my shirt buttons and removed it. I looked at the Mistress, watching her eyes as she looked at me. She looked down towards my trousers. “Those too, I want you naked”
Trousers shoes and socks were removed and I sat nervously, Convinced I was on show to anyone who cared to look in.
Mistress fumbled in the bag she had brought and wasted no time at all in securing my hands and my forearms to the arms of the seat I was sitting in using pallet wrap. Soon I was unable to move as despite already wearing a seatbelt Mistress almost sat astride me and secured my torso to the back of the seat with further wraps of Pallet wrap. As ever Mistresses attention to detail and safety were not spared. Next Mistress produced what can only be described as an electric shock collar. My fears rose tenfold as it was fastened around my balls. This device had a remote allowing the Mistress endless amusement.
Mistress fumbled in the bag once more and I saw in despair the familiar rebreather bag and mask being presented to me. A few breaths later and I was floating, seemingly unaware of my real surroundings only the roar of the engine as we sped off, to where, I knew not. A few more administrations and I was gone.
I came too briefly to feel Mistress thrusting those all too familiar sound deafening earplugs deep into my ears. Her words from earlier now rang out in my mind.
“I shall take complete control of you – a lot of the time you will be in sensory deprivation and I shall be by your side, lots of friends all perverted and a good mix.”
Where was she taking me?
What if we breakdown?
An accident perhaps?
Try though I might I was firmly fastened to the seat. No matter what I was going nowhere…… that Mistress didn’t want me to go.
Then the inevitable, as she withdrew from the bag that all too familiar mask hood.
She slowly approached me, mask in her hands
I saw her speak, she leaned close to me and I heard faintly
“you can make as much noise as you like”
Then the inner blackness of the mask approached closer
It was quickly pulled over my head and fastened closed
Now I could not move, could not hear and could not see,
Mistress wasted little time in ensuring my recollections of the journey would be faded as I felt the now all to familiar aroma of her poppers, a few more blasts of Nitrous and that was as they say “Game over”
Well….for me anyway.
Everything went black, like it wasn’t black already with my sight removed by the blank eyepieces of the mask.
When I came back to the world. the same sightless soundless world I had been plunged into, the only thing discernable again was the roar of the engine. I had no idea of where we were or where we were going. Eventually the sound of the engine became more erratic and I realised we must be on minor roads hopefully nearing our intended destination. Finally we stopped and after a little movement the engine was turned off. It was now possibly my worst fear came to haunt me.
I was hoping for release to be permitted to go wherever we were heading. No such luck. With little ado the pallet wrap was cut away and I was freed from the seat. As I leaned forward hoping for my sight to be restored I was urged forwards. I was naked except for CB6000 and underwear and some electronic punishment device fastened around my balls. My head covered in the rubber hood mask. My sight was not to be restored. I was led from the van exactly as I was, the cool air around my legs. After a few steps my hands were guided to a low wall and I was led down a few steps and seemingly inside somewhere. I could hear sounds now, I could not hear conversations or understand conversations but it seemed the loudest of sound was now at least audible to me. I was guided inside and eventually pushed backwards to collapse onto some soft seating. There I remained completely unaware of my surroundings. Movement told me I was not alone.
My hands were pulled before me and quickly wrapped in that same pallet wrap home made fashioned handcuffs immobilising my hands
Laughing and shouting
It appeared there were at least several people here.
Then came the inevitable tease and torment as my body was teased and stroked, my nipples twisted and pulled my thighs and belly swatted, possibly the crop I had seen you pack?
What followed next became a bit of a blur as I was taken from high to high with sensation play, sensory deprivation ensuring I was unaware of what might follow. My breath was controlled I floated and drifted feeling myself falling onto this soft cushioning. Then I was brought back with the sharp stinking bite of an electric prod. The torment continued. Briefly I was permitted to view through one eye only my surroundings. After so long in utter darkness my eyesight was slow to return in the bright light. I think I briefly saw a woman in black before me and to my right and a man in white then darkness fell once more.
Eventually I felt a hand undoing the zip at the rear of the hold and my heart lifted in hoping I was to be released. I was soon so bitterly disappointed to find the hood was being raised to permit me a brief drink of water through a straw. I thanked My Mistress. I was at least reassured she was still thinking about me as I sat almost motionless, occasionally frightened a little and always tense awaiting the next torturous touch that might come. All to quickly the zip was once again pulled down and I was sealed away in my own world of torment silence and darkness. All this time I was shaking as one would in the cold though cold was never an issue. Occasionally those shakes would be uncontrollable despite me fighting to control them.
After a time, no idea how long, I felt the zip once again being undone this time however the hood was removed and my flushed face was revealed to those before me. I took some time before I was able to compose myself and to focus clearly in the very bright light. It was a room, some old building, beams, a staircase, a television, Casualty, Saturday BBC1. Nooo I have been here done that and got the T shirt. People all around milling, talking laughing. All strangers. My earplugs were removed and finally I could hear once again. It was unmistakeably a party, Two women and a male in my field of view told me it was some sort of Fetish party. The women dressed in typically Dominant attire the male too.
Slowly I gathered my thoughts I was introduced to those nearby by The Mistress. It was welcoming and reassuring. Mistress pointed out a figure stood against the wall to my side. This was Mistress Natasha a name I had heard about on a few occasions. A name not unfamiliar to some who read The Mistresses blog. I made conversation. Mistress Natasha brought a glass of iced water and I thanked her.
As the night wore on it became apparent we were at a Fetish night hosted at a place called The Cottage.
A great time was I think had by all though seemingly I was the only one positively underdressed for the occasion. Sadly my fear of injuring my recently broken leg prohibited my moving around as freely as I should have liked though I did have an opportunity to view the basement dungeon. Where I was given a tour by my Mistress and Mistress Natasha.
Mistress continued to tease and torment with a leather bullwhip which she delighted in cracking at every opportunity. To say I was on edge would have been an understatement. The place was busy though not full to capacity. As with many functions like this it is often difficult to anticipate numbers that might attend.
After a thoroughly enjoyable evening we eventually departed. I was once again secured in my seat my hood was replaced and I was quickly despatched into oblivion once more prior to our departure. When a became aware once more that all too familiar roar of the engine could be heard and the quietest of speech, presumably our driver and The Mistress. I was thankful for small mercies since at least this time my hearing was unimpaired by those silencing earplugs.
At one point I was rudely shocked back to reality as I was soaked with freezing cold water. The sunroof in the van leaking? a window open, I could hear the unmistakeable sound of the van driving through water, It must be raining. The cold water happened again and again then I heard laughter, was Mistress even now having her fun?
Eventually the van slowed and stopped. The engine was silenced and I felt I was being released from my bindings. then the hood was removed.
We left in daylight, we arrived and partied, we left in darkness we arrived once again at The Mistresses chambers in daylight.
Where had we been?
someplace called The Cottage.
Where was it?
Some street full of terraced houses.
Had I been observed when we arrived?
Would I do it again?
That is a decision that only The Mistress could make?
Did I ever at any point feel threatened or in danger?
Why? I hear many ask
Beacause of the trust.
Mistress had said previously
“You will be safe, You will have fun. YOU WILL LOVE IT”
You better believe it.
It was that trust that enabled me to go through with this whole ordeal which to many might appear to insane to believe.
I simply do not believe you can experience anything like this without trust.
Mistress I thank you deeply for your faith in me such that you felt you could present me before your circle of friends without shame falling upon you because of my actions.
I hope you enjoyed the night. I know I certainly did
Do you not think it strange that in me previous post I mentioned this very scenario?
“My first tentative steps months ago led me to a club where I witnessed certain gameplays which were acted out.
Could I have involved myself there and then? Nooo way. I was far to self conscious.
Could I do it now?
That’s a whole new ballgame, probably in the right circumstances and of course in the right company.”
Mistress once again you have surpassed yourself, you have it seems so rightly read the situation and decided that it was time for you to reveal me to your world in my new position in life.
No more it seems can I linger in the darkness and in the privacy of your Chambers.
Mistress it pleases me greatly to be permitted such an opportunity and challenge, one I hope to which I rose and defended to your exacting standards.
Thank you Mistress
your obedient servant always
Property of Mistress Beth
Normal life was not easy since having departed I found myself still wearing the CB6000, the first time I had ever left the Mistress in such a condition.
Work was beckoning and being unable to contact Mistress to request her permission to remove the item it remained firmly locked.
A day had passed Finally I managed to catch The Mistress
Mistress. It appears that in the confusion of the weekends events and with my head still reeeling I innadvertantly departed with my CB6000 still firmly secured?
Quite possibly an oversight I am hoping? However in light of a recent turn of event I dare not release myself without your permission?
Work came and went
The next day I spoke to Mistress again, begging, pleading to be allowed my freedom
Might I remove this CB now please Mistress its still locked from the weekend
been on a week almost now?
With your permission of course or is it to remain until my next visit?
I have just done an ‘update’ type message email to the members
why on earth would you wish to remove it?
Does it pinch?
wake you up at 5am?
in a bewildered ‘Im losing this aren’t I’ type of way?
you may remove it – ready for the instruction for the next time I shall require it.
Mistress appeared to take pity on me and permission to remove the CB was granted. I cant tell you how relieved I was
Having taken literally days to come down from the highs of the weekend I settled in to the more mundane and dreary real life world.
I busied myself and took the occasional chance to exchange a few words with The Mistress.
A few weeks later after more mundane exchanges
Mistresses tone changed
mmm. She said, I was going to having you in the next few days and would let him know………
err……mumbles quietly to himself. Commences fidgetting nervously
fidget some more boy
feels a lump
that’ll be the bone healing!!!!!!!!!!!
its about the size of a small tennis ball
there could be two of them …cough loudly
A few more days pass by
Then I am asked
What is the chastity situation?
YOUR chastity – not a nationwide questionaire
Are you looking for the device?
MIne? he gulps
er…. hanging free since you gave permission for its removal
its been nearly 3 weeks now?
yes – well Mine actually…… if we are to split hairs!
You can pop it on today
right away or this evening? Mistress
this evening will do – after a nice bath of course.
thank you Mistress
Now you have a choice – unusual I know but would you like to be dealt with tomorrow afternoon by making your way to a venue in Bury to meet Me or in your familiar surroundings on monday?
ohhhhh choices choices Mistress?
bank holiday weekend
What would you have done?
Which would you have chosen?
The relative comfort and safety and familiar surroundings of Mistresses own Chambers?
Or the unknown?
Well I shall aim to have you meet Me at the club tomorrow late afternoon and take it from there
The next day
I hope you are scared …… I am already in the dungeon preparing My bag…….
Make sure you have your tag on.
Yes of course Mistress
I departed and made my way to the destination as Mistress had instructed
I arrived at the appointed time and sent a message to Mistress announcing my arrival. She instructed me to make my way to the venue, she would meet me there.
Nervously I made my way down the quiet street, I could see a small gathering at the entrance and I made my way inside. Visions of my very first visit to such an event immediately sprang to mind.
I had no sooner entered than a familiar voice greeted me. I was quickly shown inside and instructed to strip. Once again it appeared I was to be paraded almost completely naked.
Mistress instructed me to bring my gasmask and to follow her. It was only then I realised she already had one of her collared slaves in tow. Collared slave paul, we were introduced with the briefest of formalities and accompanied Mistress upstairs carrying her two cases. Winding our way through the building there was a wealth of play opportunities, everywhere there were bodies in various scenes. The place was buzzing. How little did I know I would soon come to regret that choice of words.
We wound our way upstairs and finally found a small room where a couple were already engaged in sensation play using a Violent Wand. This evil device Mistress had already introduced to me some time back.
The bags were placed on the floor and slave paul was instructed to get some items from within. I was told to sit on the raised bed in the centre of the room. Mistress next commanded me to wear my mask. It was warm the Dom next to me was playing with his slave, she was on the receiving end of what seemed to be some gentle introduction. Without sight now I was all too aware of her moans. I was quickly pushed flat on my back and ropes were tied around my wrists, my arms were pulled at length over my head and the rope secured. True to fashion I was treated to Mistresses delightfull breathplay, quickly knocked out of reality with Nos and poppers. Then the sting of the wand as I was tormented there before others. In reality I was oblivious at this point, choosing to concentrate on my own predicament, struggling for fresh air. The heat of the room tormented but not as much as the Violent Wand so ably demonstrated for those who witnessed it. I was at least aware of others in the room. Slave paul was made to lie next to me at some point and I heard the thwack of a crop strike him. Then the sharp pain as it was suddenly my turn to be struck. I made careful note to thank Mistress for each stroke. The cropping continued for some time it seemed, Mistress casually talking to others in the room. Then just as suddenly as it started the beating stopped. I was left waiting, wondering what might occur next. Trying to pre empt Mistress always proves fruitless. SO I lay there trying to come back down from my high. Next I was aware of Mistress presumably kneeling very close to my head. I heard the unmistakeable sound of her inflating her rebreather bag with Nos. Expecting to be forced to inhale the gas I was completely taken unawares as suddenly I heard Mistresses voice in my ear then the very different experience of being forced to inhale Mistresses own breath. Once again euphoria took over as I realised I was to depend on Mistress for my very lifes breat h. Several times my inhalation brought nothing as I realised Mistress was blanking off the inlet port of the gasmask and denying me that very breath I so craved. How long this went on I’m not really sure an hour at least perhaps two. Eventually the session ended and we retired for refreshments which had been laid on. As we sat and talked I was all too aware of the tremendous shakes that had come over me. Something which I now know are as a result of the tremendous high I had only recently experienced at the Mistresses hands. Once again a truly memorable session made all the more so by the fact that it was conducted not in the sanctuary of Mistresses own chambers, a place so familiar to me now but this time in a far more public place. Strangely the fact that it was so public compared to any previous session dod not seem to bother me at all. I was I am pleased to say so fully engrosed in my own little world. Onlookers there may have been but apart from initial awareness Mis t ress ensured my recollection of peripheral surroundings remained immaterial as She once again led me along Her chosen path and I willingly trod that path following another few steps of my submission to Mistress Beth.
Now this tale was prompted by another of Mistresses slaves who commented on my lack of input recently. This last month has given me plenty of time to reflect on this new role seemingly thrust upon me. I have taken time to adjust to this to reflect on times past and where I started out on this journey, how I found Mistress and more importantly on the honour she has bestowed upon me. As I look forward to each new session with ever increasing expectation, my journey now takes another twist as I continue as Mistresses collared slave. I now feel proud to call myself Property of Mistress Beth. I trust I will continue to learn and to please the Mistress. Most importantly I thank the Mistress from the very bottom of my heart for this opportunity now presented.
We started with a question all those words ago.
What made you submissive?
The answer now quite clearly in my mind, just four clear words
You did Mistress Beth
your obedient servant always
Property of Mistress Beth