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Cajsam -> My journey into total submission. (3/8/2012 5:25:34 AM)
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Cajsam Journey … Part 1
Today 1st March 2012, at age 50, I had my first session with a Female Dom (Mistress M). It was a good experience. She was beautiful, gentle and firm. I felt overwhelm with her firmness as she told me to crawl on all fours like the worthless dog in her great presence. We played for almost 2 hour. I long to be with her again. This was my FIRST exposure to Female Dom in real life.
My story actually started many many many years earlier. It began was I was still schooling. I remember going for a movies and this overwhelming scene has stuck with me yielding my submissiveness. It was a Chinese movie, and I remember the man at the edge of the bed looking and staring at the goddess. Her command was strong and firm "you worthless pig, you are not worthy to even touch me". He could only stare and dare not disobey her command. She continued her command as she lifted her silky smooth leg towards him " kneel down and kiss my feet with your lips... You are not allowed to touch me with your hands." he kneel down and proceeded to do what he was commanded to do. He kissed her feet and made love to her feet serving her the only way he was allowed to do.
That scene and command struck with me from that day onwards and thus I developed the fetish to be submissive.
My next exposure to submissiveness was when I was in secondary school... ( to be continued)
Cajsam Journey … Part 2
In my schooling days, I was always in an all boys school until Form Four secondary. I was transferred to another school. In that school, there was Form 4, 5 and lower 6 and upper 6. Thereafter you would either go to a local university, overseas university or some college depending on your grades. Lower 6 and Upper 6 was co-ed ... Meaning a mixed of boys and girls. The girls came from another sister school near by.
At Form 4, I remember there was this teacher, teaching us Maths, a subject which was not one of my strong areas as a student. So I was always seated in the front row and I still remember clearly the first time that Ms A walked into the class. She was well dress, in a maroon shirt ( not short but knee high) with red shoes opened toes and painted toe nails ( in red to match). She was about late 20's, probably 29. Well built and confident. She introduced herself as Ms A and that she will teach us Maths and she expects us to be good in Maths at the end of the year. Firm and confident. Throughout the year, she kept her statue, well dress and articulate in her appearance. She would seat down at her teachers desk, and while we were doing our exercise, she would be at her desk, reading her book. She would cross her silky white satin legs (she had beautiful well structured legs) and dangle and play with her shoes. I would continue to steal from the corner of my eyes and be mesmerized by her dangling and playing with her shoes. I always looked forward to my Maths class and would fantasize about how it would be if she allowed me to clear her shoes and suck her toes and worship her feet.
And so on March 1st 2012 at age 50, when Mistress M commanded, kneel down and clean my boots with your lips. Naked, exposed, I dropped to my knees and started to kiss and lick her leather boots with my tongue. Mistress M was seated at the edge of the bed, crossed leg and demanding what I had always dreamed of. I extended my hands to hold the boots to give it a proper licking but Mistress M "whacked" my exposed back skin. "Did I say that you could use your hands, slave!!!". I dropped my hands in submission and continued my service of cleaning her boots with my tongue, licking the leather. I quickly learned that in submission, I must follow my Mistress command to the letter. She knows best and I am but her slave. This was the first experience of cleaning a boots with the use of my exposed tongue, licking it, kneeling in front of Mistress M was sensual, submissive and erotic for me. Having Mistress M, strong and firm command left me exposed and unguarded, I was totally hers to do as she pleased.
Once she was satisfied that I had done a good job, after whacking me a few time and teaching me the right way to lick her boots, Mistress M proceeded to collar me. It was a leather collar with 2 chains and a clip at the end. This again was a new experience for me. Being collared made me so submissive, made me know that I am worthless and that I now belong to my Mistress M. Once it was properly secured around my neck, she proceeded to clip my nipple. It was slightly painful and delightful at the same time. This completed the act of my submission (or so I thought).
What happened next was beyond my expectation and experience... ( to be continued)
Cajsam Journey … Part 3
“Do you feel the clip on your nipple, slave” Mistress M whisper into my ear as she have it a tug.
The nipple clip did it’s job well, it was design for that and I could feel the clip claw bite into my nipple. This caused a sensation that rippled down to my manhood (or what’s left of it).
“Yes, Mistress M” I obediently responded. Wondering what was to come next.
Mistress M then used her left boot to probe on my now stiff cock. “I want your cock hard for me and if i see it otherwise....” and she gave the chain a tug that caused the nipple clip to bite even more sending a painful sensation through my body that resulted in my cock reacting. She smiled, seeing my reaction and knowing that she has full control over me, her slave, to do as she pleased.
Without waiting for my reply, she proceeded to walk and pull the rope that tug my collar. this caused me to crawl like a dog on all fours to try and catch up. The pain was sensational, as the chain between my collar and my nipple loosen and tighten every time I crawled. My stiff hard cock dangling down. Fortunately it was a short crawl as Mistress M turned into the toilet. I was glad as I snuggled to her feet and took time to catch my breath. I looked up and was amazed at her beauty. She was facing the washing bowl and mirror, her back towards me. She had nice firm buttocks, well built.
“Take off my panties with your mouth” she commanded without even looking at me, she was busy preparing and washing something in the washing bowl. “Heavenly....” I thought as I proceeded to position my mouth, licking her hips and tugging at her panties. She moved ever so slightly just enough so that I could move my head to pull at her panties. I could smell the sweet smell of her nectar juice. I contemplated to give her sweet pussy a lick but decided not too, I will have many more opportunities and was afraid to make her angry. Finally I managed to pull her panties to the floor and she left her boots for me to totally removed her panties. I noticed a wet patch on her panties which was her lovely juices. I took a deep sniff at it. Mistress M was still busy.
“Turn around and show me your ASS, heads down”. While I was positioning myself to turn around, she picked up her panties and threw it in front of me. “Put your nose onto my panties and lift up your ASS, legs open”. I comply and dug my nose into her panties, savouring the delicate smell and enjoying it.
“I will give you an enema, and I know this your first time and you must follow my command. Continue breath in and out, until I ask you to stop”. I was scared. I had told her earlier that I was a newbie and did not want any anal. Was it too late? I took a deep breath and was overpowered by her love juices panties. When I let out my breath, I could feel the enema clyster syringe nozzle enter my ASS. At the corner of my eyes, I could see Mistress refilling the syringe.... ( to b continued)
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