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Ruth

I was back at home in Hollywood and began my planning. A quick ‘Google' search got plenty of hits for Mistress Amanda Wildefyre. She had a web site and was the star of six or seven videos, a fellow actress. I was going to need help, and for that I have a great assistant, Bruce. And yes he fits the old joke, as he is quietly gay. He is also totally devoted to me, and a great professional. I told him the whole story and asked him to order the videos, rush!

Her web site was interesting. She talked about her offerings, listed her services, and described the equipment at Castle Diabolica her salon in Minneapolis. She described road trips and seminars as well as phone consultations. There was a very interesting section called wish fulfillment where she showed things that she wanted as gifts. This was followed by descriptions of past gifts and their employment in her salon. I followed some of the links and was soon looking at things that had been in my dreams. Wow, I had no idea you could actually buy things like this.

When the videos came the next day by FedEx I watched them all in a marathon session. Many were of men, similar to my rescuer, and were being ministered to by Mistress Amanda. They were always bound and helpless. She tied their genitals, whipped them, pinched their nipples and controlled their senses. The equipment she used seemed endless and judging by the erections sustained by her clients, highly effective. There was no sex between Mistress and client. It looked like sustained foreplay.

There was one video of a female client. I watched this and soon found myself very jealous. I wanted to be bound in that chair and have those things done to me.

I looked at several videos again and this time focused on Amanda. She wore a variety of amazing leather and rubber attire. She wore exotic masks and projected a very dominant and controlling presence. Her voice was magic. She was having fun. She would suggest things that were about to happen to the bound and helpless individual and laugh at the reaction.

I asked Bruce to set up a meeting at a neutral location. My plan was to give Jim a major session with this dominatrix as a thank you gift.

Mistress Amanda

The bad thing about my job is that I spend a lot of time on the phone and have to deal quickly with many callers who range from curious to damning. Sorting out those with serious interest and ability to interest me is an art. I have mastered this art and that is one of the reason I enjoy this work after ten years in the profession.

I have heard it all.

When the male caller asked for a meeting with his principle at a local hotel my first thought was that it was one more guy calling for himself with delusions of getting me to his hotel room. I was about to give him my standard line of ‘I don't take new clients unless they first write a detailed letter of their interests, He got the word out “She” just in time. Female clients are rare, tend to be younger and are often on their way to becoming Mistresses on their own. I have frequently had a protegee and they have been great fun.

I agreed to a luncheon meeting the following Wednesday. They said they would send a car. I am never really out of mistress mode so I made several demands, lunch – sushi from my favorite restaurant. A car, town car only, as I live in a quite residential area and keep a low profile with the neighbors. Call when waiting. And of course, my usual hourly fee for consultation.

When the day arrived I was still a little skeptical of the real reason for the meeting and half expected it to be some power mad business executive who was going to buy me because he thought that he could. I choose black leather boots that are in fashion this year, a black leather skirt with a crisp white blouse and a black leather blazer. This, with my six-foot height and black hair, makes me into a sinister and commanding presence.

The car was on time and I was delivered to one of Minneapolis's best hotels, but not the front door. We went down into the parking garage where there was a private elevator that a bellman was holding for me. It took us directly to a top floor hallway where there were only two doors, suites A and B. I had been here before and I was now certain it would be a man and was guessing which of several CEO's was trying once again to get a session after being thrown out for bad behavior or worse being boring.

The bellman said “A” and waited while I knocked and was let in by a conservatively dressed and obviously gay man. Well maybe it was something else as the powers of industry rarely have openly gay assistants. He directed me to a living room where a lovely young blond woman was sitting wearing a very expensive but conservative Armani suit. I don't go the movies or watch much television, but I did recognize her as she introduced herself as Ruth Whiteapple. It was going to be a different afternoon.

Ruth

She was very tall and threatening. I invited her to sit and asked what she might like to drink. Bruce got her the fresh orange juice and I had a white wine. I needed something to help counteract her commanding presence. She seemed to sense this and stood. In a way I do not understand, Bruce knew he had been summoned to assist her in removing her blazer and taking it to be carefully hung. She re-seated herself and smiled.

I began to tell Amanda of my interest in getting a session for my rescuer.

Mistress Amanda

I knew she was submissive from her reaction to me. It's easy to spot the defensive posture of crossing the arms and looking down at my boots. A very large part of her wanted my control. When she talked the second dimension appeared, as she knew how to take control and dominate. I put her down as a switch. That was too bad, because as a pure submissive she would have made a wonderful toy.

She told me her story and showed me several of the letters and the subject's picture. It was Jim from Texas, an old client. She called for lunch and my favorite Sushi Chef appeared. I ordered in Japanese and so did she. Both the chef and her Japanese impressed me. We had lunch and continued to talk. I told her that Jim was a switch and that had gotten him into trouble with me. He had discussed, in my presence, his fantasy of a switch session, one in which he would dominant me. Only I dominate.

“I believe that you are also a switch. Would you like to share the session with him?” I asked and got a stunned reaction.

Ruth

Wow. In an hour she had me figured out. I could not image having a session with someone as old as my father. The idea of a session had been growing in my mind but it was one at the hands of Mistress Amanda. “Mistress” had become a standard part of my reference to her even though I had started with Ms. Wildefyre and had been invited to use Amanda.

She invited me back to Castle Diabolica to get the file on Jim and to let me ‘have a look.'

Mistress Amanda

She was clearly hooked and I was trying to figure out how I could clear the schedule for the evening. It was the second Wednesday of the month, which meant that a regular was due for his TV session.

The car returned us to my residence and I had Ruth follow me up the stairs to Castle Diabolica. I left her alone after telling her that she might look but could not touch and went to retrieve my file on Jim. She was staring with an open mouth as I left.

She was about in the same spot when I returned. I ordered her to sit and reviewed the file on Jim. He had about ten sessions with me and had written letters describing his reaction to each. In addition there was a short story that he had written and sent along to give me insight to his fantasies.

I gave this story to Ruth and she read it carefully while I finished with the other letters.

Ruth

There was everything on those walls. Many were so complex and unfamiliar that they were a mystery. I was looking at one and finally figured out it was a working chastity belt, with a lock! It was shinny and bright with a copper cast and I knew that it would look sexy on me. Imagine having someone take control of your sex. I was getting wet when she returned.

She handed me a story from Jim. It was about a college freshman that takes a job providing bound oral sex for a sorority. He has to lick-out multiple sisters in a single night all while bound and blindfolded. The sisters have several controls to encourage or punish him. My mind wonders down the path of being one of those sisters and my temperature rises some more.

When Mistress Amanda is through with the letters, I tell her of one of the stories that was on his computer. It was called the ‘Tongue Owners Manual'; it gave the bondage and controls plus a series of commands that could be used on an oral slave. Clearly Jim had an interest in being used for oral sex.

Mistress Amanda

I told Ruth that I was sure that Jim would love a session of bound oral sex on a female. She asked if I could arrange that. I told her that I did not provide sexual partners, but on occasion did orchestrate such sessions between willing partners. Would she like to be the dominant female? I was certain of the answer well before she nodded yes.

I went on to describe some of Jim's other interest such as pony play, predicament bondage, his love of high heels, electrical stimulation and submission to the whip. He had piercing fantasies and had once had a mild brand administered by me in a weak moment.

She was working up her courage and I felt that I had to cut it off before she was disappointed. I told her that I would give her a tour but that I had ‘other plans' for the evening.

Ruth

I was ready to ask about a session right then and was relieved when she told me that her evening was not available. We took a tour of the establishment. The medical room was interesting, the bondage items fascinating and the TV room beyond belief. The most interesting was the Mistress's wardrobe. I had two emotions, I wanted all of that stuff in my size and I was interested in being owned even for a short time by a leather-clad goddess. I was also very interested in the rubber clothing but the one time I had tried similar items on and they were very uncomfortable to wear.

We got back to the subject of a session for Jim … location, cost and timing. These were agreed in general and I thought I was ready to go and had reached for my cell phone to call the car. A buzzer sounded and Mistress Amanda left the room for a moment and I spent more time looking at the equipment of Castle Diabolica.

When she returned I was working up courage to ask for a session again when she announced that she had a cancellation. I asked for an introductory session.

Mistress Amanda

My regular client had called with a head cold. I was trying to figure out how to nudge her courage over the edge when she asked for a session. It was going to be a beautiful evening.

She called and told her driver to pick her up much later and I handed her my survey form for new slaves and instructed her to complete it. It came back with a wide variety of boxes checked reflecting a person with complex fantasies. I told her of safe words, no marks and we decided on a three-hour limit. I told her to take off her cloths in the bath area, fold them, kneel and wait. I went off and got into my own play clothes.

It was a wonderful time, and even more fun as I discovered her pierced nipples. She was very responsive and seemed to do a good job of letting go and giving herself over completely to my control.

Ruth

Kneeling and waiting nude went on forever, as the seconds seemed to take hours. I could hear Mistress Amanda moving in another room and I wanted to look, but also wanted to be a good slave so I waited with my forehead on the rug. At last the click of heels and her shoe tips were before my eyes. I had read somewhere that a slave is supposed to kiss the Mistress's feet. As I moved to do this I was suddenly told to stop. Had I been told to do anything? "No Mistress," I answered. The scolding tone of my Mistress's tone made me feel so small and inadequate I wanted to be punished but I refrained from speaking further. I learned my first lesson and went one step further from independent thought and action to being a controlled submissive.

The next big step was bondage. I was directed to stand, long leather fingerless gloves were pulled up each arm and secured at my wrists and elbows. These were folded behind my back and the secured to each other. I felt more at ease as my ability to make decisions diminished and control was further passed to the Mistress.

I was instructed to say "Yes Mistress" in response to all her commands. It was difficult to split my concentration from what she was doing to my body to what she was saying and I would sometimes forget or mumble. Sometime during the session I was gagged and it was another relief that I did not have to think about answering, just wait and endure. That was the general pattern of the session, the more I was bound, the more secure I felt and the more I looked forward to the next whim of the Mistress. My head was laced and buckled into a discipline helmet that pressed tightly to my eyes cutting off all sight and limiting my hearing. All of my senses were directed to my body and the touch of Mistress Amanda.

I was surprised when something impacted on my back that felt like a soft blow spread over a wide area. After several seconds I realized that I was being whipped. It didn't feel like the whippings of my fantasies, it felt like a massage. My mind focused entirely on the next stroke as I could faintly hear the swish before impact. Would she whip my butt?, would she hit harder?, would she whip my front? It never occurred to me that it could hurt or mar my body, as it was such pleasure to my mind. It made me feel very warm, secure, loved and above all, relieved.

Much more happened including the faint whisperings of thrills to come, some came true and some were left for another time. When it was over and I was taking a shower I came to a major decision. The session I wanted was now for Jim and I together and one afternoon was not going to be enough.

We went back to the hotel together and the real planning started over dinner.

Mistress Amanda

The real planning only started at dinner. It became apparent that it would be a week long, would require a special site and that there would need to be two or three other female switches to make it fun. Extensive preparation including the buying of wardrobes and specially fitted bondage equipment would be needed.

I told Ruth that I had an idea for the site and that she would need to locate females who had an interest. This seemed to be a major stumbling block so I gave her some pointers on what to look for. I even named some names that were thought to be interested in D&S.

I mentioned some numbers for my services for a week and they were readily accepted.

Picking a date would be a problem as the site and Jim's schedule were totally unknown.