Complete Surrender
Chapter 1
My name is Ronnie and I became divorced from my first wife when I was
thirty-four years old. It was one of those young marriages that should have
only lasted a few years. But you know how it goes. You keep trying until you
realize it just won't work. She was a prude anyway. She was gone most of the
time and I would get out my bondage magazines and spend hours fantasizing about
being a sex slave to some dominant woman. When we finally parted I immediately
began to date, and before you know it, I was married again. What a big mistake.
After a year or so, the same old desires came back. I really wanted to be
dominated by a strong domineering woman.
One day I sat down with my second wife to explain why I was not happy. She
listened intently as I poured my heart out. I told her all about my fantasies.
She was certainly a lot more liberal than my first wife when it came to sex, but
she admitted that she did not have the same desires when it came to sex. She
liked more of loving type of relationship. I promised her that I would do that
for her. I did love her, but I craved the dominant attention. She agreed to
try and we spent many afternoons and evenings playing in our basement. But I
could tell she did not have her heart into it. Our lovemaking grew less and
less frequent, and my fantasies grew stronger. After a few years we were
divorced. Thank God we parted friends, because I did not want her to tell
others about my secret desires. I was also sad about it because I really did
love her, but my needs were stronger and I just had to pursue the type of
relationship that would truly make me happy.
After a few weeks of sorting out my desires, I began to look in earnest for what
I wanted. By this time the Internet was complete with information on BDSM,
dating services, matching services, professional dominants, etc. I was
apprehensive about making my desires know to strangers, so I decided to go the
professional mistress route to begin with. I had a pretty good job, so paying
a professional Dom was not a problem. I lived in a large metropolitan area
where there was a vast variety of Doms. I would spend my evenings researching
web sites and making phone calls: trying to find the right partner for me.
After an exhaustive search I narrowed it down to Mistress Isabel. After many
long hours of contemplation, I finally got the nerve and called her. She
scheduled an introductory phone session to discuss my desires. It was the first
time that I could actually discuss my desires with someone that truly understood
them. Afterwards she scheduled my first appointment for a Saturday afternoon.
I was so nervous I could not even get a full erection. I explained to Mistress
Isabel that it was the first time I had done anything like this. Fortunately
she was very understanding. She guided me through a number of dominating and
humiliating exercises. I had purposely not asked for extreme pain, piercing,
golden showers or anything like that, because I wanted to ease into it. By the
time the hour was up I was beginning to get comfortable with what I had done.
She finished by making me masturbate in front of her. As I put my clothes back
on she explained how she could train me to realize the joy of being a
submissive. She was very professional. I left promising her that I would call
her again.
I spent the next few days fantasizing about my visit to Mistress Isabel. Every
time I thought of her I wanted to masturbate. I decided to call her again on
Thursday hoping she would see me again on the weekend. I got her answering
machine and I left a message. I waited nervously all evening, but she never
called. On Friday evening I called again, but got the same result. I wanted to
masturbate so badly, but I was afraid she would call, and I wanted her to
instruct me to do it. I stuck close to the phone on Saturday all morning.
Finally at noon the phone rang and it was Mistress Isabel.
Mistress Isabel. I am so glad you called. I was hoping to schedule another
visit with you if...if that is possible. "Ronnie, there is something you need
to understand. I am a professional Dominant, not a prostitution service. I see
a select few individuals on a regular basis, and I have a close nit group of
slaves that I train as well. I have a busy schedule and you must learn to fit
into my schedule when I have time." She must be very good at what she does; to
be that busy all of the time. I am sorry Mistress I did not mean to be
disrespectful. I understand. "That's all right Ronnie. Now, let me look at my
schedule. I am sure that I am booked all weekend and into next week." While I
am looking for an opening, let me explain something else to you. Since I just
saw you last weekend, and you are already calling me, I assume you want to build
a longer-term relationship with me. In other words, I think you want me to
train you. Is that true Ronnie?"
I was not exactly ready to make a commitment, but she really got to the point
quickly. I was thinking that I really wanted to do it. This was the most
excited I had ever been in my life about doing something. "Ronnie. You are
hesitating. If you are not serious about this, then I am not the right person
for you." I quickly replied. No ma'am. I mean yes ma'am. I am serious. I
want you to train me. I mean...a...will you train me Miss Isabel? I could hear
her leafing through the pages of a book or something. "Ah, here we go. I
usually reserve Sunday afternoon for one of my experienced slaves, but he is out
of town this weekend and I could fit you in there and we could begin your
training." Oh yes ma'am. Yes ma'am that would be wonderful.
"Ronnie, there is more that you have to know. In order for you to begin your
training, you must keep an advance deposit with me. I put a lot of time and
effort developing my slaves. You understand, don't you?" Yes ma'am. Shall I
bring twice the amount I brought before? "Yes Ronnie. That will be fine. But
I also want you to do a few other things for me...in preparation for Sunday."
Yes ma'am. I will do anything you want.
"Ok...I want you to go out this evening and buy a pair of red silk panties from
Victoria Secrets in the mall. Gail is working tonight. Go there tonight and
ask for Gail and tell her Miss Isabel sent you." My mind filled with fear at
the thought of embarrassing myself in front of stranger. "Tell her you also
want matching fishnet stockings. Ronnie...I want you to use your credit card,
so she will know who you are. Do you understand?" I could hardly speak.
"Ronnie, do you understand?" Yes ma'am. I...I understand ma'am.
Mistress...a...will Miss Gail be...a be discrete about this? "Ronnie, you are
giving yourself to me, are you not?" Yes ma'am. "Then you must trust me
Ronnie. This is your first test. If you do not show me your trust, then I
cannot train you. Is that clear?" Yes ma'am. Then go there tonight around
8:45 and do what I have outlined for you to do. Then I want you to be here
Sunday afternoon at 2 o'clock, sharp, with the panties and the stockings on
underneath your street clothes. Have your finances in order, and be ready to
spend at least 3 hours with me. Oh, and by the way Ronnie, no masturbating
until I give you permission. Now Ronnie, I want you to promise me that you will
do these things and not disappoint me." Yes ma'am, I promise. "I also want you
to call me this evening and leave me a message telling me that you have made the
purchase I instructed you to do. I want you to call me in the morning at
10:00 and tell me that you are getting ready for me. See you at 2 o'clock
Ronnie." The she hung up.
I was really excited. I could feel myself getting hard just thinking about it.
That's all I thought about all afternoon. I wanted to masturbate so badly, but
I had to keep my promise to Mistress Isabel. However, I was very nervous about
this evening. I was also thinking about my encounter with Miss Gail. Why 8:45?
That puzzled me. I wanted to feel the humiliation of it, but I was also scared;
having only done something like that in my fantasies. I walked into Victoria
Secrets at 8:45 o'clock just as instructed. There were only two shoppers
milling around. I finally noticed a young lady behind the counter. She was
stunningly beautiful. She looked like a model. My heart was beating fast and I
was very nervous as I approached her. I swallowed hard and asked her if she was
Gail. She paused as she looked at me with a half grin. "No, I am not.
Are...are you Ronnie?" My face must have burst into crimson. Yes ma'am. "Why
don't you wait over there where the panties are." She pointed to the far wall.
"I will a...a help you in a few minutes." She smiled at me as she looked me
over. I quickly left her and walked over to where she had pointed.
I began browsing at all of the silky panties. They looked so good. I could
hardly keep my eyes of them. I had always fantasized about wearing them in
front of a mistress. I had actually gone out of town a few times where no one
would know me and bought silky feminine underwear. I dreamed of the time I
could wear them for somebody. My fantasy would now become a reality. I felt
the silky material of a red pair of panties as my mind wondered further. I
could just imagine the feel against my penis. I suddenly heard the sound of the
front door to the shop closing and the sound of the lock turning. I looked
towards the front of the store as two ladies began walking my way. I noticed
one to be the young lady I talked to before. My heart was racing as I stood
there anguishing over this imminent encounter. As they got closer the second
lady said, "My name is Gail. May I help you?" I guess I was so nervous that I
could hardly respond. "Well, is there something we can do for you?"
By now they were standing directly in front of me. A...yes...a yes ma'am. I
noticed that she had a nametag that said, Gail Smith, Manager. She folder her
arms and looked at me intently. "Mistress Isabel sent you, didn't she?" I
looked down at the floor in my embarrassment. "I thought so." She picked up
the pair of panties that I had been touching a few moments before. "These. Are
these the ones you want? They feel so silky." She raised them to my face and
rubbed my cheek with them. I looked at the other lady as my embarrassment and
humiliation grew to an even higher level. "I'll bet you would love to wear
these. Would you like to try them on?" She looked directly in my eyes. "Well
Ronnie, would you?" No...a no ma'am. I think...I think they will fit. "But
how will you know for sure. What if you get them home and they don't look good
on you?" She held them to my waist and looked at them. "I think you should go
in there and try them on." She pointed to the dressing room a few feet away.
But Miss Smith...I didn't...I thought you...I was just going to... "Now don't
you worry about a thing." She used her hands on my shoulders to turn me around
and guide me to the dressing room. "You march right in there and remove your
clothes and try these on.
It was as if she had some sort of power over me. I could not resist her orders.
I walked into the dressing room with the panties in my hand. Gail stopped at
the door. "Hurry now. We don't have all evening." I looked around at the pink
walls, the mirror, and the dainty pictures. I was still embarrassed beyond
belief, but I had to do it. Within a few moments I had removed my clothes. I
carefully put my right foot into the panties, then my left, and then I pulled
them up across my penis and balls. God they felt silky and smooth. "Do you
have them on? I want to see them." Her voice was getting louder. Oh my god,
she was going to come in. I froze in front of the mirror. I could see her
standing behind me. My face was burning with shame. "Oh my, they look good."
She turned her head and called for the other lady. "Come on in and take a
look." I was now embarrassed more than I had ever been in my life." Now they
were both starring at me. "Turn around. Let me see the front." I was so
humiliated, but it was too late to stop them. I turned to show my bulging cock
and balls through the somewhat transparent material. I took a deep breath and
tried not to show how nervous I was. The other lady had a pair of red fishnet
stocking draped over her shoulder. She pulled them off and began rolling them
up so I could try them as well. "Now, sit down and put these on." I sat down
on the padded bench and slowly began to pull the stocking on to my right foot.
For an instant, I forgot my embarrassment as I rolled it over my leg. She
handed me the other one and I did the same. "Stand up. Let us take a good
look." I felt my face burn again as I stood up and showed myself to them. "I
think these will do fine." They looked at each other and giggled.
Gail folded her arms again. "Ok, take these things off and we will wrap them
for you." I paused to wait for them to leave the dressing room, but they did
not move a muscle. "Well, I am waiting." It was evident that I must undress in
front of them. I sat down and removed the stockings and handed them to Gail.
Then I stood and reluctantly pushed the panties down across my penis. In all
the excitement I was dripping precum. "Look Gail. I think he really likes
them." They both laughed. I could feel my face burning as it had never burned
before as I handed her the red silky panties. Gail looked at me as she turned
to go out the door. "Get dressed quickly." I did as she instructed trying to
forget my embarrassment. I wanted to pay them and get out of there. I used my
credit card as Mistress Isabel had instructed, and the two ladies led me to the
door to see me out. "Thank you Ronnie. I hope you come back to see us."
I hurried back to my house and left a phone message for Miss Isabel to let her
know what I had done. As I reflected upon the evening, I thought about how
embarrassed I was to expose myself and my fantasies before two women I did not
even know. As humiliating as it was, I got an erection just thinking about it.
I thought about my training the next day with Mistress Isabel. I could not
take my mind off of it. It took me forever to go to sleep that night.
To be continued
