Man’s First Experiences of Submission
Eleanor is a fourth-generation Mistress Owner. Her great-grandmother enslaved her husband. That set the pattern for succeeding generations.
The Femdomonomic underground is equalitarian. All women are equal. All men are merely male. There is no aristocracy. But this woman’s family is famous.
Many Dommes have presented adult sons for consideration as candidates to become the young woman’s slave husband. Eleanor is kindly. The presence, of so many males, is wearying. Overexposure leaves her disgusted with the lesser gender.
To escape the pressure, Eleanor went on vacation. No one knew where she went.
An affable woman, among the vanilla population she wears a mask of equality when dealing with males. Should a man offend her, Eleanor’s cruel wit shrivels him. Strangers laugh at his shame.
Walking along an unpopulated stretch of beach, she ran across a young man. He was collecting seashells. Their beauty, he told her, made him happy.
They talked about the shells, the oceans and nearby forest. Both loved nature. The next day Henry showed Eleanor some of his favorite places.
The young man was attentive. His manner was markedly deferential. Eleanor sensed that Henry was holding himself in check.
He did not want to disgust a woman by seeming too submissive. He never had good fortune with girls. They wanted more aggressive men.
Curious, Eleanor coaxed Henry to talk about his family. She asked him if he were single by choice. Did he have a girlfriend? Lulled by her gentle inquisition, Henry confessed he hoped to one day meet a strong, forceful woman who could accept his yielding nature. He needed a woman who would take charge.
Sometimes he felt he wanted to be a woman’s wife.
On hearing Henry’s story, Eleanor told him to kneel. Dropping to his knees, he bowed his head. She caressed his hair.
Opening her purse, she brought out a collar and leash. Henry crawled behind Eleanor. Alone in the wood, Henry forgot the flowers and trees. He was lost in his first experience of submission.
Surrender to womanly authority transcended his dreams. Fear and worry fell away. Only he and his Mistress … That word, Mistress, seemed to cut him. It was a beautiful ache.
She became holy, sacred and superior. His body seemed to fade. Henry felt only desire. All that remained him was the need to please and obey the Goddess at his side.
Eleanor spoke to him. Her words were opaque. He could not understand. His mouth opened uselessly.
She caressed his head. His body shivered. Time dissolved. He was lost in an eternity of ecstasy.
She tugged his collar. Removed it when he stood. Mundane life reasserted itself. He was his ordinary self. He struggled to reorient himself to normality.
He tried to thank her. No words formed. He felt like a fish in a tank.
She smiled. Was she laughing at him? She took his hand. The warmth reassured him.
Eleanor told Henry she wanted lunch. They walked back to the hotel. When the waiter asked Henry what he wanted, his powers of speech revived.
He felt he must thank Eleanor. Praise her.
He started to speak. She pressed a forefinger against his lips. “Don’t talk,” a command he easily obeyed. He probably would have made an ass of himself.
Meal concluded, they rose. Eleanor told Henry to meet her for supper. She left.
Unable to relax, he wandered around the periphery of a nearby golf course.
Henry was elated. But his joy was marred by fear that he would never repeat the morning. He fell in love with Eleanor. But had no reason to think she reciprocated his passion.
She was probably being kind to a pathetic man.
He should have laughed with happiness but shed tears.
Relaxing on the bed, Eleanor was also lost in thought about the morning. Henry was a sweet man. But was he slave material?
He was presentable, amiable and hardworking. Desirable qualities. No virtues guaranteed a man could offer a lifetime of self-denial and servitude.
It would please her to return home with a slave husband. Her first slave. She would own many men.
As they walked to the restaurant, Eleanor was pleased and amused. Henry now walked about two inches behind her. She doubted the gesture was deliberate. Spontaneous, unconscious submission is an excellent attribute.
Conversation was about everything. Neither spoke of Femdom. Henry had many extravagant things he wanted to say. He wanted to praise Eleanor and pray to her. Good sense kept him talking of trivia.
Eleanor always rented two rooms. Often the second remained empty. Tonight it would be occupied.
She led Henry to the extra room. When she ordered him to strip, Henry dropped instantly into sub space.
From her purse, she pulled rope.
Henry lay back as she tied his wrists to the bedframe. She collared him. Not for bondage. She preferred her males to wear collars and cuffs at home.
She lay at his side. Her touch was gentle. Her fingers traversed his body. He began to ache with erotic hunger. She laughed at his desperate penis. A punitive slap only made it harder.
She tickled him. He hated this. Both giggled, him in agony, her in amusement.
Eleanor yanked Henry’s hair. He had often dreamed of being spanked and whipped by a woman. As she tugged his hair, he learned what intentional cruelty feels like. Pain made him hornier.
She like his smooth skin but wished he had enough chest hair for her to grab. She yanked his armpit hair. He whimpered; she laughed.
Eleanor kept her fingernails short but sharp. She ran them across Henry like a knife, forming thin pink lines. Pinches bloomed into red blotches.
She bit his nipples. Her teeth cut into his chest and belly. His sounds of distress made her more eager to hurt Henry.
With a violent yank, Eleanor almost pulled out some of Henry’s crotch hair.
When her mouth came close to his penis, he did not realize it was to bite.
She gathered Henry’s scrotal sac in one hand. The other pummeled his testicles. Then she squeezed each testis repeatedly.
Eleanor had planned to tease him. But Henry was too near orgasm.
It was time for his gift. She pulled a male chastity device from her purse. Gleaning unforgiving steel made Henry catch his breath.
Hearing a soft click, he realized that Eleanor now owed at least one part of him.