I was very prompt, as Miss Poison had instructed. As I waited, I realized how nervous I was; and I was almost ready to turn back when the door opened just enough for me to enter. I stepped into a small dark chamber and the door closed revealing Miss P behind it. She had straight black hair, dark eyes and perfectly formed lips that revealed a faint smile of acceptance.
"I’m Guy…" I began to say.”I know you are. I got your email”, she responded softly. There was a moment of silence as I must have appeared a bit unsure what to say. She understood and continued; “I understand this is your first time.””Yes” I replied. There was another awkward silence as I remembered what I wrote in the email to her 3 days before. I told her that I had always fantasized about visiting a dominatrix but was too afraid to act on it. I confessed that my fantasy was to visit a re-education school for men run by women. ”So I understand that your girlfriend sent you here to be re-educated,” she said with a faint smile. I understood that she had read the email and, with my heart pounding, I played along. “Yes” I replied somewhat shyly, “My girlfriend told me that she would only see me if I get re-educated.” ”Good,” she said in a business-like voice. She took a few minutes to tell me the rules and gave me a “safeword” that I was to use if I wanted to pause the activity.
After I said that I understood she said, “Now you may take off your clothes and put them on the chair.””My clothes?” I asked as if I did not understand. “Yes,” she replied slightly annoyed. I could feel her watching me as I bashfully took off my shoes, socks, shirt and pants and laid them on the chair. I then hesitated. “I want everything off,” She repeated sternly.
She smiled in amusement and then turned to a second door, opened it and as she began walking ordered me to follow her. Her heels were clicking on the wooden floor until she came to a spot in the next room. “Stand here,” she ordered, pointing to a spot in front of her. I followed her command and found myself looking at my reflection in a full length mirror. I could see in the mirror Miss P standing just to my side and a bit behind me looking me over. Even in her heels she was more than a half a head shorter than I was; yet dressed in her crisp white blouse, a tight black skirt, dark stockings and black high heels, she was clearly in command. Watching her inspect me I realized she could not have been half my age, yet she had probably inspected and schooled more men than her apparent youth would suggest.
Then as our eyes briefly met in the mirror and she pinched my ass. She saw me flinch. “Do you like that?” she asked pinching my other cheek. “No”, I mumbled. “You will address me as Miss P” she instructed. “Yes Miss P” I answered. “Good. You are going to have to get used to being my obedient play thing,”she said giving me a playful slap on my ass. “And you will grow to like it.” She walked behind me, her heels clicking slowly as she continued her inspection. She came around in front of me. Looking up at me with an amused expression she said “I think it’s cute that a grown man like you is so bashful.” She placed her hand lightly on my bare chest and said, “Put you hands behind your head and get your feet apart.” Slowly I complied. “Very good,” she continued. “Now I want you to wait for me here just like that.”
The sound of her heels on the wooden floor announced her return. She had a riding crop in one hand. To this beautiful young woman, it was clear that despite my mature age and experience, I was just a clumsy nervous new trainee that would require instruction every step of the way. She gave me a quick smile and then pointed to the other side of the room with the crop. “I want you to pick up that basket over there and follow me”. I could feel her watch me as I walked across the small room, bend over and pick up the basket. The basket contained rope, wrist straps and a dog collar. I looked back up at her and asked if it was the right basket. “Yes, that’s the one. Now, I want you to pick it up and start walking down this way,” she said pointing down the hall with her crop. As I began walking on the wood floor with my bare feet, I was conscious of Miss P’s shoes clicking behind me.
"In here”, she ordered pointing to a room to my right. At the far corner of the room there was a large 7 foot X shaped cross with straps for arms and legs. Next to it was a padded triangular shaped wooden piece with padded shelves on the side with straps that I imagined were for legs and arms. On the walls there was a large collection of canes, straps, paddles and whips and in the middle of the room there was an armless chair. “This is the St. Andrew's Cross room” Miss P announced. “The St. Andrew's Cross room?” I questioned. “Yes, this is where we are going to begin.” She ordered me to put down the basket, walk over to the wall, choose a paddle and bring it to her. I found 5 paddles of different shapes and sizes and could not decide which to bring. Somehow it seemed surreal as she clearly was having me choose which paddle she would use on me. Sensing my confusion, she told me to bring her the clear one in the middle.
When I turned back to her I found Miss P seated in the chair waiting like a queen for her servant. Slowly I walked over to her and handed her the paddle. In a mirror I caught a glimpse of the beautiful petite Miss P, dressed in her businesslike outfit, paddle in hand, clearly in charge. I could only stand there dutifully as she seemed to decide on my fate while suggestively slapping the end of the paddle on the palm of her hand. Then as if she had decided, she stood up, took a step back and pointed to the chair and said “You can start by assuming the position for me; hands on the seat and ass high up in the air.” She was all business now and I could see that she was not going to show me any leniency just because it was my first time. I tried to follow her instructions. The seat of the chair was quite low, forcing me to bend over completely with my ass high up in front of her. ”Good,” she began but then said, “but I want your ass even higher for me.” I curved my back up to please her but she still wasn’t satisfied. “Even higher!” she commanded. I got up on my toes which seemed to finally satisfy her.”I like to have all my students start off with a good paddling so we establish our relationship right from the start.” I tried to follow her as she walked slowly around me, her heels clicking on the wood floor, calmly inspecting my compliance with her command. She seemed to enjoy watching me strain apprehensively, awaiting her approval. In her crisp business attire she was in complete control, like a trainer with her prized stallion.
She ran her free hand lightly over my bare back as she continued toward my backside and then gave a playful slap to my buttock. She turned her gaze back to me for a moment, a smile on her face. Her gaze now turned to my behind again. She raised the paddle and brushed it lightly on the inside of my thigh. “I want your legs more apart” she ordered. I spread my legs some more until I saw that she was satisfied. Again I strained my head back to get a better look at Miss P as she looked back at me. “This is how I want you to set yourself when I tell you to “assume the position” she said still looking at me. Looking back at my ass she continued “I want to see your ass in the air and ready for my inspection.” She passed the paddle to her right hand and took a step back from me. She stretched her right arm to check that the paddle reached my ass. Satisfied, she lowered the paddle by her side.”Now we will start with 20 strokes,” she said matter-of-factly. She must have seen the shock in my face. “Yes 20 strokes”, she continued. This is the real deal! (I thought.) “Now, I want you to count after each stroke and thank me. If you forget or you get it wrong I will start over. Do you understand?” “Yes Miss” I managed to mutter still thinking that 20 sounded way too much for my first punishment. I thought it better not to complain though, and watched as she again raised the paddle, gently placed it over my buttocks and then, satisfied with her mark, brought the paddle back, ready for the first stroke. “Are you ready?” she asked. “Yes”, I replied feeling surreal again.
With a ceremonious seriousness I saw her take her first swing and heard a loud slap before feeling the burning in my ass. The loudness of the slap and the sharpness of the pain took me by surprise and I gave off an involuntary groan. It was not so much the pain from the blow, but the shame of my involuntary groan that most affected me. It was a humiliation to my manhood, my masculinity at the hand of this petite woman. I was so preoccupied with this that I forgot my duty. “Did you forget?” Miss P asked reminding me of my lapse. “Oh sorry Miss; that’s one. Thank you Miss,” I said. “We will start from number one again” she responded. “Yes Miss” I managed to say before she delivered another, even louder slap. This one almost made me fall forward, but I managed to recover as the burning returned. I also managed to say “One. Thank you Miss” before she delivered another. “Two. Thank you Miss” I said as I now discovered the mirror in front of me. I could see her cocking back her arm ready for the next blow, her gaze momentarily looking toward me, before delivering the next blow. “Three. Thank you Miss, four, thank you Miss.” She waited a few seconds between blows to let me feel the burning before delivering the next. Each new smack burned more than the previous to a point that I started to grunt in response. Then after ten she paused. She put the paddle to her side (as my ass continued to burn) and slowly walked around me again. I must have moved a bit too much because Miss P stopped momentarily and sternly told me to stay in position. When she returned to where she stood before, she once again ordered me to “get your ass up nice and high for me.” I strained to comply with her order, feeling particularly unmanly. “We will continue at eleven,” she said and almost immediately she delivered the next loud slap. The pain was even more intense now, and again I groaned. But I remembered to keep count and thank her. I continued to watch her in the mirror as she seemed to really put all her strength and concentration into each ceremonial smack. Then when she reached 20 she again placed the paddle to her side and with her free hand lightly stroked my ass as if enjoying her handiwork. “That’s what I like; a nice bright red ass” she said.
Then she continued and told me I was not to squirm while she is paddling me. With that she gave me a loud smack on my left buttock that stung and burned, even though it seemed less so than before. Then she delivered another blow of similar strength to the other cheek. Then unexpectedly she caught my eyes in the mirror and asked, “How does that feel?” The truth was that the humiliation was worse than the pain, so all I could say was an absentminded “OK.” “Well I think you are in for a little surprise,” she said. “I want you to remember to keep quiet and take it like a man.” With that she gave me two more smacks in quick succession on alternating buttocks. The burning hadn’t even started before she began what seemed an endless barrage on my ass. I could see her now thrashing me with all her might; as she warned the burning was so intense it brought a tear to my eye and I found myself gritting my teeth and clenching my fists so as not to cry out. She paused for a moment to pull me in closer to her and then continue even harder and faster making sure all areas of my ass where reached. With the burning becoming intolerable, I found myself pleading for her to stop. “Not-just-yet!” she said in tempo with her whacks. “I-want-you-to-remember-this.” “I will,” I promised. But she continued. “Please stop.” I implored almost crying. But she continued telling me only not to squirm so much. Finally, she stopped.
My ass continued to burn as she put down the paddle and ran her hand over my bright red buttocks as if enjoying her handiwork. As I regained my composure, she again caught me in the mirror, but this time she didn’t say anything. She seemed to know the complicated mix of humiliation, pain and eroticism that I was experiencing. As we shared in an unnatural type of afterglow, I noticed now again how the burning seemed to slowly melt into an exquisite tingling sensation. But soon Miss P broke the spell and instructed me to stand up.But even after she gave me back my clothes and allowed me to get dressed, after she showed me out the door into the warm night and after almost a year, I cannot forget my humiliating yet arousing punishment by this woman. It has made me aware of a different erotic relationship with women, which is a capitulation to female rule and yet sexually very fulfilling.
"I’m Guy…" I began to say.”I know you are. I got your email”, she responded softly. There was a moment of silence as I must have appeared a bit unsure what to say. She understood and continued; “I understand this is your first time.””Yes” I replied. There was another awkward silence as I remembered what I wrote in the email to her 3 days before. I told her that I had always fantasized about visiting a dominatrix but was too afraid to act on it. I confessed that my fantasy was to visit a re-education school for men run by women. ”So I understand that your girlfriend sent you here to be re-educated,” she said with a faint smile. I understood that she had read the email and, with my heart pounding, I played along. “Yes” I replied somewhat shyly, “My girlfriend told me that she would only see me if I get re-educated.” ”Good,” she said in a business-like voice. She took a few minutes to tell me the rules and gave me a “safeword” that I was to use if I wanted to pause the activity.
After I said that I understood she said, “Now you may take off your clothes and put them on the chair.””My clothes?” I asked as if I did not understand. “Yes,” she replied slightly annoyed. I could feel her watching me as I bashfully took off my shoes, socks, shirt and pants and laid them on the chair. I then hesitated. “I want everything off,” She repeated sternly.
She smiled in amusement and then turned to a second door, opened it and as she began walking ordered me to follow her. Her heels were clicking on the wooden floor until she came to a spot in the next room. “Stand here,” she ordered, pointing to a spot in front of her. I followed her command and found myself looking at my reflection in a full length mirror. I could see in the mirror Miss P standing just to my side and a bit behind me looking me over. Even in her heels she was more than a half a head shorter than I was; yet dressed in her crisp white blouse, a tight black skirt, dark stockings and black high heels, she was clearly in command. Watching her inspect me I realized she could not have been half my age, yet she had probably inspected and schooled more men than her apparent youth would suggest.
Then as our eyes briefly met in the mirror and she pinched my ass. She saw me flinch. “Do you like that?” she asked pinching my other cheek. “No”, I mumbled. “You will address me as Miss P” she instructed. “Yes Miss P” I answered. “Good. You are going to have to get used to being my obedient play thing,”she said giving me a playful slap on my ass. “And you will grow to like it.” She walked behind me, her heels clicking slowly as she continued her inspection. She came around in front of me. Looking up at me with an amused expression she said “I think it’s cute that a grown man like you is so bashful.” She placed her hand lightly on my bare chest and said, “Put you hands behind your head and get your feet apart.” Slowly I complied. “Very good,” she continued. “Now I want you to wait for me here just like that.”
The sound of her heels on the wooden floor announced her return. She had a riding crop in one hand. To this beautiful young woman, it was clear that despite my mature age and experience, I was just a clumsy nervous new trainee that would require instruction every step of the way. She gave me a quick smile and then pointed to the other side of the room with the crop. “I want you to pick up that basket over there and follow me”. I could feel her watch me as I walked across the small room, bend over and pick up the basket. The basket contained rope, wrist straps and a dog collar. I looked back up at her and asked if it was the right basket. “Yes, that’s the one. Now, I want you to pick it up and start walking down this way,” she said pointing down the hall with her crop. As I began walking on the wood floor with my bare feet, I was conscious of Miss P’s shoes clicking behind me.
"In here”, she ordered pointing to a room to my right. At the far corner of the room there was a large 7 foot X shaped cross with straps for arms and legs. Next to it was a padded triangular shaped wooden piece with padded shelves on the side with straps that I imagined were for legs and arms. On the walls there was a large collection of canes, straps, paddles and whips and in the middle of the room there was an armless chair. “This is the St. Andrew's Cross room” Miss P announced. “The St. Andrew's Cross room?” I questioned. “Yes, this is where we are going to begin.” She ordered me to put down the basket, walk over to the wall, choose a paddle and bring it to her. I found 5 paddles of different shapes and sizes and could not decide which to bring. Somehow it seemed surreal as she clearly was having me choose which paddle she would use on me. Sensing my confusion, she told me to bring her the clear one in the middle.
When I turned back to her I found Miss P seated in the chair waiting like a queen for her servant. Slowly I walked over to her and handed her the paddle. In a mirror I caught a glimpse of the beautiful petite Miss P, dressed in her businesslike outfit, paddle in hand, clearly in charge. I could only stand there dutifully as she seemed to decide on my fate while suggestively slapping the end of the paddle on the palm of her hand. Then as if she had decided, she stood up, took a step back and pointed to the chair and said “You can start by assuming the position for me; hands on the seat and ass high up in the air.” She was all business now and I could see that she was not going to show me any leniency just because it was my first time. I tried to follow her instructions. The seat of the chair was quite low, forcing me to bend over completely with my ass high up in front of her. ”Good,” she began but then said, “but I want your ass even higher for me.” I curved my back up to please her but she still wasn’t satisfied. “Even higher!” she commanded. I got up on my toes which seemed to finally satisfy her.”I like to have all my students start off with a good paddling so we establish our relationship right from the start.” I tried to follow her as she walked slowly around me, her heels clicking on the wood floor, calmly inspecting my compliance with her command. She seemed to enjoy watching me strain apprehensively, awaiting her approval. In her crisp business attire she was in complete control, like a trainer with her prized stallion.
She ran her free hand lightly over my bare back as she continued toward my backside and then gave a playful slap to my buttock. She turned her gaze back to me for a moment, a smile on her face. Her gaze now turned to my behind again. She raised the paddle and brushed it lightly on the inside of my thigh. “I want your legs more apart” she ordered. I spread my legs some more until I saw that she was satisfied. Again I strained my head back to get a better look at Miss P as she looked back at me. “This is how I want you to set yourself when I tell you to “assume the position” she said still looking at me. Looking back at my ass she continued “I want to see your ass in the air and ready for my inspection.” She passed the paddle to her right hand and took a step back from me. She stretched her right arm to check that the paddle reached my ass. Satisfied, she lowered the paddle by her side.”Now we will start with 20 strokes,” she said matter-of-factly. She must have seen the shock in my face. “Yes 20 strokes”, she continued. This is the real deal! (I thought.) “Now, I want you to count after each stroke and thank me. If you forget or you get it wrong I will start over. Do you understand?” “Yes Miss” I managed to mutter still thinking that 20 sounded way too much for my first punishment. I thought it better not to complain though, and watched as she again raised the paddle, gently placed it over my buttocks and then, satisfied with her mark, brought the paddle back, ready for the first stroke. “Are you ready?” she asked. “Yes”, I replied feeling surreal again.
With a ceremonious seriousness I saw her take her first swing and heard a loud slap before feeling the burning in my ass. The loudness of the slap and the sharpness of the pain took me by surprise and I gave off an involuntary groan. It was not so much the pain from the blow, but the shame of my involuntary groan that most affected me. It was a humiliation to my manhood, my masculinity at the hand of this petite woman. I was so preoccupied with this that I forgot my duty. “Did you forget?” Miss P asked reminding me of my lapse. “Oh sorry Miss; that’s one. Thank you Miss,” I said. “We will start from number one again” she responded. “Yes Miss” I managed to say before she delivered another, even louder slap. This one almost made me fall forward, but I managed to recover as the burning returned. I also managed to say “One. Thank you Miss” before she delivered another. “Two. Thank you Miss” I said as I now discovered the mirror in front of me. I could see her cocking back her arm ready for the next blow, her gaze momentarily looking toward me, before delivering the next blow. “Three. Thank you Miss, four, thank you Miss.” She waited a few seconds between blows to let me feel the burning before delivering the next. Each new smack burned more than the previous to a point that I started to grunt in response. Then after ten she paused. She put the paddle to her side (as my ass continued to burn) and slowly walked around me again. I must have moved a bit too much because Miss P stopped momentarily and sternly told me to stay in position. When she returned to where she stood before, she once again ordered me to “get your ass up nice and high for me.” I strained to comply with her order, feeling particularly unmanly. “We will continue at eleven,” she said and almost immediately she delivered the next loud slap. The pain was even more intense now, and again I groaned. But I remembered to keep count and thank her. I continued to watch her in the mirror as she seemed to really put all her strength and concentration into each ceremonial smack. Then when she reached 20 she again placed the paddle to her side and with her free hand lightly stroked my ass as if enjoying her handiwork. “That’s what I like; a nice bright red ass” she said.
Then she continued and told me I was not to squirm while she is paddling me. With that she gave me a loud smack on my left buttock that stung and burned, even though it seemed less so than before. Then she delivered another blow of similar strength to the other cheek. Then unexpectedly she caught my eyes in the mirror and asked, “How does that feel?” The truth was that the humiliation was worse than the pain, so all I could say was an absentminded “OK.” “Well I think you are in for a little surprise,” she said. “I want you to remember to keep quiet and take it like a man.” With that she gave me two more smacks in quick succession on alternating buttocks. The burning hadn’t even started before she began what seemed an endless barrage on my ass. I could see her now thrashing me with all her might; as she warned the burning was so intense it brought a tear to my eye and I found myself gritting my teeth and clenching my fists so as not to cry out. She paused for a moment to pull me in closer to her and then continue even harder and faster making sure all areas of my ass where reached. With the burning becoming intolerable, I found myself pleading for her to stop. “Not-just-yet!” she said in tempo with her whacks. “I-want-you-to-remember-this.” “I will,” I promised. But she continued. “Please stop.” I implored almost crying. But she continued telling me only not to squirm so much. Finally, she stopped.
My ass continued to burn as she put down the paddle and ran her hand over my bright red buttocks as if enjoying her handiwork. As I regained my composure, she again caught me in the mirror, but this time she didn’t say anything. She seemed to know the complicated mix of humiliation, pain and eroticism that I was experiencing. As we shared in an unnatural type of afterglow, I noticed now again how the burning seemed to slowly melt into an exquisite tingling sensation. But soon Miss P broke the spell and instructed me to stand up.But even after she gave me back my clothes and allowed me to get dressed, after she showed me out the door into the warm night and after almost a year, I cannot forget my humiliating yet arousing punishment by this woman. It has made me aware of a different erotic relationship with women, which is a capitulation to female rule and yet sexually very fulfilling.
More than 2 years have now past and I still think of you and my one and only session with a Dominatrix.
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