BDSM – My mistress going submissive – Part 1

This story is of my BDSM partner. We had sessions of her being my mistress, but in this one, she plays the role of a submissive. This is the story of a young girl who was pretty strong in her mind. Her ways of living were independent and dominating.

She was very determined about what she wanted to achieve. She was ready to take any challenge that life offered her. This was her one side, but each person has two sides. Her other side was the flip side. She wanted someone to command her life and make decisions for her.

She wanted someone to whom she could hand over her body and soul. Someone to follow, treat his every wish as her command. She wanted to be like his shadow, treat him like a god, do all his work very passionately, and follow all his orders and commands. Yes, this was her flip side.

She grew up confused with these thoughts, trying to read her heart what she wanted. Sometimes, her boldness overpowered her. But sometimes, she used to go into her thoughts so deeply that her existence wouldn’t be felt even to her. It was a difficult situation for her.

She started to concentrate on her studies, leaving these thoughts aside. But you cannot avert your self-discovery. After a while, when she had grown up, social media had become quite active. She came to know about BDSM. This was a bullseye for her. Her confusion was now taking the shape of reality.

She got to know what her thoughts and what she felt were was a common thing that many people had. She started to research about this more and more. She read a lot of literature, watched many videos, found some sites, and explored a lot.

The more and more she researched about it, the more she was getting into the depths of it. Finally, she had become an expert on this. Her mind, heart, body, and soul were speaking the same language. She explored her strong iron side, which was being dominant, and enjoyed it a lot.

It was not just a day. She did it for almost half a year, trying everything she liked and enjoyed in the best possible way. She gave pain, humiliation, degradation, and whatnot and loved to the core. She got busy then, and things came to a halt.

A person can be out of her core love for some time but not all the time. Almost a year later, she again started to think about BDSM. Her heart again started to pull her towards it. But this time, she wanted to taste the other side of the coin.

If her half-part was made of iron, her other half was of clay, soft and gentle, ready to follow someone. Forget about her dominant side. Forget about her existence. Ready to undergo pain and humiliation, go into total power exchange, all in all, ready to be a sub.

Though her feelings have gotten to this level, the most difficult part was to find the right person. A person who she can trust unquestioningly, someone who will not let her down. Someone who has expertise in this subject, someone who can be cruel but at the same time is caring.

Someone who will give her pain but will soothe her after that. Someone who will humiliate her to the core but will also love her after that. The first experience is most important. If it doesn’t go well, it can leave a bitter taste for the whole life. Her mind was dangling on how to choose the right person.

She hardly knew someone who had the experience and knowledge in this. Trusting a stranger isn’t easy. There could be privacy, blackmailing, and all sorts of issues. She thought for a long time, but nothing was hitting her mind.

Finally, one day, she saw the pictures of her sub, who is basically a switch punishing her sub. She liked that picture a lot and started to imagine her in place of her. An idea struck her mind: how about being his sub? He has good knowledge about this subject and is quite experienced as well.

He is honest and trustworthy, knows aftercare, and is someone who matches the wavelength. She instantly didn’t take a decision but thought for a couple of days. Finally, she decided to go with him, as he had the potential and best option. She connected with him and discussed in detail about this.

Her only worry was that she felt a little shy. She has been the lady with the whip in the relationship, and he will be holding the leash. Her new Master reassured her that we both are switches and can have both moods, which is always fine.

She was now ready to go on the roller coaster ride, something that she would be experiencing for the first time. She wanted this to be the best time of her life. So much erotic that she can’t forget for her life. Finally, she had a call with him.

She said the word that made his Master filled with joy and excitement. He couldn’t have believed in his wildest dreams. “Yes, I am ready to be your sub.”
They both agreed on a date when they would meet. Logistics arrangements were made, and the Master started to plan the event.

A couple of days before the day, she receives a letter.

Dear Slave,
You have made an excellent choice by deciding to be a slave of your Master. Handing your complete body, mind, and soul to your Master. Every second you would be challenged in tasks. You need to have a high degree of commitment to be able to meet the expectations during sessions.

A slave has no control over her body, mind, and soul, so you should always follow your Master’s orders and treat them with high priority. A slave life is driven by a master’s life and doesn’t have it on its own. She is not allowed to make any decisions for herself and should always follow her Master’s orders.

A slave has no value and dignity, and hence, your Master will punish, humiliate, and degrade you. You should be ready to accept all of this. If you are ready to accept all this and promise to be loyal and dutiful to your Master, then sign this letter as an acceptance of slavery for life to your Master.

If you want to fall back, then the time is now. Once you sign this, remember there is no fallback, so decide wisely. Your Master wants this to be a pleasurable session for both of us.

He is providing you with an opportunity to use your safe words during the session. In case you are not comfortable with something or want to slow it down. These safe words are for special cases and should be used wisely.

Safe words:
Hard limits:
Slave sign:

The Sub’s POV:

Oh God, this was a slave contract. The Master has asked to fill in the details, sign it, and send it back. Reading the slave letter, she already started to shiver; her legs were trembling. She was on a cloud of erotica. She read it twice, three times, and a number of times.

She wanted to be in that frame of mind only. Finally, she signed the letter and sent it to the Master. Within a few minutes, she received another letter that had the prerequisites she would need to complete before the meeting. She was hardly able to come out of her erotic thoughts.

Now, reading those made her legs weak again. She was getting mixed feelings for the first time, something she hadn’t experienced before. It was very hard to describe, but she wanted to be in that zone only.

Prerequisites
1. You need to be hairless on your full body. It should be completely waxed, and no shaving or cream is allowed.
2. You need to get full body waxing done in a waxing studio. You need to go into the saloon room and then hand over a letter to the girl, which will say. ‘My Master has ordered me to get completely hairless on my full body, including full legs, hands, bikini area, buttocks, and bumps.’ If she asks any further questions, answer all those with complete honesty.
3. You need to carry your favourite lipstick with you when you come.
4. Your hair should be tied, and you need to take a bath and apply nice perfume to attract your Master before you come.
5. You should have taken an enema before coming to Master.
6. You should be wearing a nice netted bra and thong and a crop top and knee-length skirt.
7. You should be carrying a red rose with you.
8. Once you reach the Master’s house, you need to get down on your knees and wait for 5 minutes before you knock on the Master’s main door three times.
9. Post that, take both your hands. Put that in 90 degrees, and the rose should be in your palms, offering to the Master with your hands.

Some of the things were easy to do. But getting my full body waxed in the saloon with the letter was so humiliating but exciting. How will I be able to match the eyes after I hand over the letter? What will she think about me? It would be so humiliating.

Whatever it was, I had to follow what the Master had said. I made an appointment at the nearest parlour the same day and went. My last 100 yards were so hard to walk. My legs were getting weaker with every step. Finally, I reached the parlour.

The receptionist asked what I was looking for. All I could do was hand over the letter from my purse. The receptionist started to read, and each line made her smile deeper. I was watching my face. The intensity of the smile was increasing, her humiliation was as well at the same time.

By the end of the letter, she started almost to laugh. I almost started to melt due to humiliation. She, still giggling, took me to a room. Another lady came and asked what waxing needs to be done. The receptionist, in response, just handed over the letter to her.

The response was again the same. If one was not good enough, now 2 people knew about my submission. By the end of the letter, both were laughing. I just put my head down and can’t even look at their face and eyes. The receptionist went out of the room.

The lady asked me to remove all my clothes and lay down on the table. The lady started to do the waxing. It was painful, but more than that, it was humiliating. The lady was giggling all the time. Finally, it ended, and I wore the clothes and came out to the reception for payment.

The receptionist gave me a 10% discount from her side, saying that she enjoyed a lot about the whole incident and hence gave a discount. She said please do visit next time as well. She would always give a discount to me. I reached my home and was lost in the thoughts.

This just one incident was so arousing that the whole humiliation would be how much erotic. These 2 days were hard to pass on. One second, I looked quite excited, and the next second, I was feeling nervous. These mixed feelings were all over my mind in these 2 days.

Finally, the day came. I brought an enema set and took it to clear my anal track as guided by the Master. All the prerequisites were done, and I was now ready. I started to travel in a cab. The distance looked like an eternity. It was a short distance but looked like an infinite journey.

At last, I reached the location. If this distance of 5 km was very hard to travel, this walk of 50 meters was almost impossible to walk. I almost took 5 minutes to reach the doorstep of the Master. Finally, I reached the doorstep. As guided, I kneeled at the door.

The fear of someone looking at me while I was on my knees was constantly tickling her. I wanted to move inside as soon as possible. Every second was hard to pass by. Finally, I gathered courage and knocked on the door three times. There was a pin-drop silence.

I could hear the noise of the footsteps of the Master. The intensity grew as he was walking towards the door, each step making me more anxious. A few seconds more I could hear the sound of the latch and the door opening up.
I was in the position the Master had ordered.

I had practised this a number of times after I received the mail. Even after that, I was very nervous as something might not be right. Something I might have missed out on. I, with my eyes, was trying to check everything: Were any hairs visible, though I had checked my body 100 times? Is my head down?

Are my hands in the right position holding the rose? Do I smell nice? Have I carried my lipstick? All sorts of things were moving in my mind. All I could see were master shoes without any movement, still and very firm, signs of a true master.
After some time, Master took the rose.

I heard just a voice come in and started to get up. I hear a firm sound with so much depth in the voice. On all fours, and automatically, my body reacted to it. I started to follow the Master. My head was still down. I could see it was only the Master’s legs wearing a pant.

The door was closed behind me. I was in the centre of the room, still on all fours. I was so excited with all these that my cunt was just about to leak if the Master would even have touched it.

I will end the first part of the story here. Please read the second part to know how a mistress’s journey progresses as a submissive.

You can read my other story here as well. Ladies/Couples interested in BDSM can contact me by chat or mail. You can reach out to me at [email protected] or my chat ID amit.360.Sharma.