Mindy Main was in over her head for this shoot. She was curious about doing a real BDSM scene, but just couldn't relax enough to enjoy the experience. So we stopped the shoot after a bound blowjob scene and told her not to worry, this kind of sex is not for everyone.
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.
