 | My First Mistress: Part III |
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Today we finish up Richard’s piece which he’s so generously shared with Zen Fetish.
If you haven’t done so already, be sure to read Part I and Part II before continuing. It’s been interesting reading commentary/reaction to the first two parts, which seems to reflect a bit of confusion regarding Richard’s purpose in writing this bit of “specualtive D/s Fiction.”
But it really isn’t that complicated. As Richard explains (click link to read more): “I wrote it many years ago to give dominant women that I met online a picture of my perception of Femdom relationships.” Anyway, let’s see how this “Imaginary Femdom Encounter” turns out:
Fantasy Mistress: Part III
As I went up the walkway I wondered how she’d test me today. And what the tests proved. And when they’d end. We actually exchanged a fair amount of email before she’d agreed to see me. We shared complimentary appetites: she like to do to men what I wanted done to me (or at least I thought: since I’d never done any of it I didn’t really know).
The door opened for the third time.
“Go to the back yard and wait for me.”
As I did so I wondered if she was going to have me mow or lawn. The fear of something like that dampened my enthusiasm but I couldn’t bring myself to stop now.
She walked out. Dressed in a pullover top, cut-off jeans, and cheap rubber sandals, “flip flops” my mother used to call them. She’d always been dressed casually before but I’d been too hyped up to really notice the actual clothes.
She went over to a pick-nick table made of greenish wood.
“Sit here. Put your right hand’s palm down on the table.”
As I complied I noticed a wooden ruler in her hand.
“You are to keep your hand flat. I’m going to give you ten strokes. If that is too much for you leave and don’t come back.”
I barely had time to steel myself before the first slap hit. But it wasn’t that bad. At first. By the fifth stroke it really stung. My fingers felt like I might not be doing much with them tomorrow but it was almost over. I thought. An eleventh stroke hit me. A twelfth. With the thirteenth she turned the ruler so the edge cut into my fingers.
I yanked my hand away.
When I realized what I’d done I wanted to cry. I’d failed and would have to leave. But when I looked at her she looked pretty pleased.
“Don’t worry, you weren’t supposed to be able to take the last one. Once you got past the first ten you’d passed the test. The others were to teach you that no matter what I say I’m going to do I can still do whatever I want.”
“You have one last test. Come with me.” Shortly we were back in the room whose corner I’d knelt in. This time there was a big wicker plantation style chain in the center. She sat in it.
“Come here, may kneel in front of me. Remember you still aren’t to speak.”
So excited I was trembling I did.
“You have no idea how many men want to be where you are now. But they don’t really want it badly enough. They don’t really want to serve.
“The first day you proved you were willing to work for you place in my service. Yesterday you showed enough determination to withstand boredom which was a much harder test. Today you had your first taste of pain. I like hurting men. If you hadn’t been able to take it you wouldn’t be suitable for me. This is your last test.
“You won’t think it hard when I tell you but it will take all of your willingness work work and to keep on even if you get bored or tired.
“I am very, very slow to orgasm. Your last test is to satisfy me with your tongue. You probably think this is a big treat.” She was right about that.
“But it will take longer than you think. If you manage it we’ll do all the things we wrote to each other about. Otherwise, you won’t have made the grade.”
Standing up she pulled off her top and dropped her shorts. She sat back down. Gesturing at her cunt she said “Get to work, slave.”
She was right. It was long. It was wonderful at first. Then it took all my determination to keep going. At the end it was wonderful again. And then I was hers.
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What this story says to me more than anything is that Richard is most definitely not a wannabe sub. He is the REAL DEAL. And it also tells me that he is truly deserving of the title, Submissive Savant.
In the very near future I will be featuring another “fantasy” penned by Richard. A bit different than this one. Quite intriguing and of interest to more than a few of my callers and readers.
xo, Angela
A standing ovation!
Yes! A very satisfying conclusion. I learned a lot from this series. Thanks, Richard, for sharing the perspective – and thanks, Angela, for recognizing that some of us could benefit from Richard’s experience.
As Angela points out, many talk the talk, but it is an entirely different thing to walk the walk.
Thanks, Richard, for teaching and inspiring. If the “wannabe subs” (as Angela refers to them) take your message to heart, perhaps they, too, will find their place at the feet of their own Mistress.
The perfect ending. Thanks to Richard and Angela for this fine example of true servitude. Seems I have a lot to learn. I think I’ll stick around.
I was pretty skeptical when Angela mentioned republishing this. But I’m glad some of you enjoyed it.
Many thanks.
Dearest Richard:
What I don’t think you grasp about yourself is that you are a very special human being. You are a teacher and and a student — the best way to be, to my way of thinking.
And you are most certainly a blessing to those who are lucky enough to have you as a friend.
That would include me, by the way. And I count my lucky stars every day.
Love, Angela
Installment literature is fun especially with this subject matter. Nice story telling, indeed, Richard.