1st - Intro Finally I kneel at his feet. The moment has finally come and I am ready, so so ready to hand over control for the first time in my #life. I am not your average idea of a submissive, indeed the general misconception about the role has meant that even I didn't know. I am tall, well presented and extremely confident. My personal and professional #life are regimented, nothing happens that I haven't planned or led. I won't even drive an automatic as it limits my control over the machine. I have a presence that makes heads turn, although I'm the first to admit it's not a physical beauty. Men approach me, want me and want to please me. They flit and flirt hoping that I will grant them my time, my body. I hadn't realised how much I hated that, until he entered my #life. One simple question led me down this path. "Are you a sub?" Immediately my inner voice screamed YES! yes I am. Recognition of my inner self by the self assured quiet man in front of me. A connection, joining of the dots that I had not made myself pushed into my tightly controlled world and blew it apart. He stood before me an average man. Not tall, not handsome but I could feel the power roiling from him. It made my breath hitch and an instinctive need to lower my eyes, bow my head and find out what I could do to please him. He tipped my chin up to look in my eyes and said lets talk. Over the next few weeks that's what we did, talk, and boy did I learn about myself. He asked about my sexual experience and how I felt about them I was able to articulate for the first time, that my men have wanted to please me, put me on a pedestal.....and I hate it. I hate being the object of desire, it's overwhelming and I retreat into my head can't let go. I wanted to be used, hand over control and let them take, but they couldn't. The first time he called me a slut, a cunt and a worthless whore, I almost came apart then and there. Yes, yes! That's what I am, that's what I want. Do what you want Master. Let me learn you, let me please you. Let me be your slut, your whore. Talking and learning took a long time, now as I kneel at his feet for the first time I know what he needs from me, and it's to hand myself over for his complete pleasure. The time has been well spent as I am ready. He has my full trust and for the first time in my adult #life, I am starting to feel free. Feedback request....if you like where this is going, please let me know and the same if you don't.....I have a lot more to add if you would like x

One Night Only - Intro The first time I saw him was across a sea of laptops and notebooks, with the solvent scent of whiteboard markers heavy in the air as the too small room crowded with people desperate to have their input and make their mark on the latest project. In a sea of men in their too tight suits with perspiration beading on their faces, he was an aura of calm, shirt sleeves rolled casually up over muscular forearms, dusted lightly with short dark hairs. I couldn't help but to fix my gaze on those arms, and watch his hands as he calmly took control of the meeting and made order from chaos. My stomach tightened as I thought of other uses for those hands, but he would never notice me, so I tucked those thoughts away and promised myself I would save the fantasy for later. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was in hell, another Brainstorming session, one of those mindless meetings that sucks the very soul out of the day. You run these knowing that nothing will be achieved, everyone will feel their ideas are the best, then get angry and confrontational as they are shot down in front of their peers. However they are a necessary evil in my line of work, so I gritted my teeth and prepared to make he best of it. As usual, the conference was too small, overfilled and poorly ventilated. I could already feel tempers fraying, so with an internal sigh, I took off my jacket, rolled up my sleeves and got to work. I was grateful at least that I had been booked into a decent hotel, and my bungalow had a fully stocked mini bar, room service and a huge walk in shower and I intended to make full use of all three when this hell was over. Then I saw her, standing at the back of the room with the tip of her pen playing against her lips. Tall, with long dark brown hair caught up in a clip so that the ends tumbled back to play at the nape of her neck, she stood out from the crowd of sweaty IT techs and pushy execs around the table. Carefully,whenever I could I stole a glance and tried to assemble the picture before me. She was wearing a stern and uncompromising black dress, standard office issue, but on her body it was transformed, hugging curves that should have been censored, and perfectly showcasing her hourglass figure that had my cock twitching as I tried to concentrate on the data I front of me. As I stole another look, I saw she was watching me. Suddenly my plans for the evening took a whole new direction.