Switch

Chapter Preparation

Ruth

I was back in Hollywood, picking my next project and at the same time following this passion that was building in me. Amanda had given me a shopping list, instructions and several references. Finding three other females was much harder. I gathered my courage and called the first one on the list and set up lunch. After admitting my own situation, hooked on the stuff, it was very easy to get past the defenses of the other women and we were soon talking about the planning, the shopping and who else could we get. The four were quickly found.

I hired a private investigator and soon knew of Jim's usual pattern in the fall. With a little more work we were able to get the information of when he was scheduled to have his boat come out of the water. He would then head home to Texas. Amanda called with requests for even more information on Jim such as hobbies, interests, sports, anything we could find.

Shopping trips were exciting and clandestine. Following the instructions of Mistress Amanda was a cause of frustration and anticipation. She demanded that purchases be delivered to her for approval. Image the fetish outfit of your dreams, the one that took several fittings and then when its ready it disappears into a box. I never got a chance to take anything home and try it out in private.

It was exciting to make a shopping trip. Many times we flew separately to New York or Amsterdam. We would arrive separately at a shop that had agreed to open at a special time for us. We went in disguise and avoided the press.

Once in, it was like we were kids in a candy shop. I tried on many things and most did not fit well and there is nothing worse than buying something that is supposed to bind and control you and find that it hangs limply on your body or worse is so tight that it cannot be closed. We did get ideas and had items custom made which meant several trips as these required more than one fitting.

I won't tell about all of the purchases but some were leather and some were rubber. I have outfits for my role as dominant. I also have some cute things that will make me feel more helpless and vulnerable when I am submissive. At Mistress Amanda's direction I also have a rubber outfit. The correct lotion helps. It allows you to put on rubber and wear it while getting a sexy feel.

Beth

It was a surprise to get a call from Ruth. We had met but I did not know her well and we don't socialize. Her admissions were amusing and my guard was really up. I have kept my secret for many years. When she suggested that she knew I was a switch I was shocked, what had given me away? Ruth had picked a private spot for the meeting and in a leap of faith I admitted the truth. Ruth was the first person other than my psychiatrist and one professional dominant who knew that truth. Some partners knew I was kinky but nobody had the whole picture. It was a relief to come out of the closet. More than relief followed.

Ruth told me the story and the general plan. She also asked me to check out Mistress Amanda and loaned me the tapes. We then got to a general sharing of fetishes and fantasies and found we had a lot in common. Ruth got invited over to see my secret wardrobe and we became sisters.

Ruth came back to the reward purpose of the trip after telling the story of her rescue. How did I feel about oral sex from an older man? It didn't feel very good. I have had men and once a woman ‘do me'. It was not great as it either stopped at foreplay, or they could not keep up with my gyrations. When my cilt is stimulated my hips and body thrash about. It's one of the reasons I like to be on top.

I watched the video and got the general feel for the week. If I could keep my schedule clear and I could get past the age of the man it would be fun.

Ruth

I had similar meeting with Tess and Jane. Tess was easy just like Beth but Jane was a different story. Jane unlike the rest of us also had pain linked with control. She liked to hurt her submissive and, as a true switch, wanted real pain as a slave. She agreed to a long phone session with Mistress Amanda to see if she could be accommodated into our little group.

With some direct leads that Mistress Amanda had from mistresses in the LA area I found the two submissives we would also need for a short period.

Jane

Ruth was the second person to learn of my needs. My psychiatrist knew and was stressing that I could not change myself without serious drugs like L-dopa and that it would remove my sex drive entirely. She had suggested that there were people who would be good partner for me. How to find a partner without someone finding out and selling me out to the tabloids was the problem.

I called Mistress Amanda and we had a long chat. It turned out that the rescuer of Ruth did have a relatively high tolerance for pain. I could have total power over a helpless slave. It wasn't exactly my fantasy but it was much better than anything I had experienced before. I also explained my own need for pain when acting as a submissive. This was in conflict with my need to present a flawless body to the public when we did a red carpet flesh parade. I had done a great deal of writing and Mistress Amanda demanded I bring it to the interview.

Amanda

Ruth had done a great job of finding other switches. I was looking forward to playing with this group of grade-A female flesh. I had them travel to Minneapolis for an extensive interview and sample session. I wanted them to begin to experience control. I also had other requirements. In planning for the week there were some special surprises. These involved special equipment that would be custom made. Individual measurements were required.

Beth

It is an older house, one that is lost amongst the others that look just like in, on a street with huge trees. It is just dusk and the neighborhood is quiet as I take the short walk from my rental car to the door. Once on the screen porch, I feel a little more protected from the eyes of the neighbors who I am sure are all staring from darkened windows. I ring the bell and wait and wait and finally the door is openned by a tall woman who invites me in and tells me to follow her up the stairs.

Three flights up and I am told to take off my shoes and enter Castle Diabolica. My heart is pounding as I am directed to sit and take the moment to look at the crowed walls and strange furniture. I had mailed ahead some of my writings and what I wanted from this first session. I am told to sit with my hands at my sides; they had been crossed on my lap. The Mistress who is thin and very precise in her speech explains safe words, asks me about my current health and physical limitations. She also shows me several things that reduce fears I had about germs and disease, as many of my desires require very personal bondage. I am directed a second time to uncross my hands as they had drifted back to a defensive posture. It's intimidating to be directed like a child and not be able to follow instructions.

My session had several highlights. It was a trill to have metal cuffs and a collar locked to my body. Every click of a lock brought its own rush. Next came chains that limited my movements and made my mind roll through all my fantasies of being bought and sold like a piece of property, under the rule of slave owners.

For the other half of the session, I was bound in the birthing chair at the mercy of the Rubber Nurse who was using mild torture to learn the secrets of my inner soul. My doggy fantasies were blurted out under the mixture of pleasure and pain applied to my most sensitive body parts.

Tess

My experience with Mistress Amanda was quite different then I expected. I was not bound but I was dressed as a maid in a short skirt, corset and frilly top. This all occurred while Mistress Amanda was dressed in a conservative mannish looking suit. I was put in high heels that had locks at the ankles and were connected by a short chain. I could walk fine but not run or kick.

I was directed to kneel at her feet and give her a foot massage. I felt a little silly and wondered if I was doing a god job. I guess I was OK as she did not complain, but just relaxed and enjoyed the attention. I noticed she had fairly large feet and firm muscles in her calves. She next directed me to dress her. I was told that her attire was hung in the next room and went to fetch it.

It was fabulous, soft leather dress in a beautiful blue-green color. It felt even better but best of all was the smell of leather. I would have stayed there for a long time but was jerked back by the Mistress's voice. I removed her clothing as she stood still swaying occasionally with the music that pulsed through the room. I helped her step into the dress and then began the closing and lacing process all while spending as much time as possible in contact with the smooth feel and scent of the dress. It fit her very tightly from its short skirt all the way up. I loved the way it was laced tightly to her shoulders and arms. I began to notice subtle details of embossing, complementary thread colors and touches of metal as rivets and zippers. It did not restrict her movement at all.

“Fetch the boots,” she said as she settled into a high-backed chair.

The boots were as beautiful as the dress with long zippers from ankle to the top of the thigh-high boots.

“Close them with your teeth,” she demanded.

Yes, it was pleasure to take the zipper pull in my mouth and place my cheek next to her leather-clad leg and pull. It was a little difficult near the top as I approached the hem of her dress with the scent of her bare sex so close but both boots were soon closed. I lingered enjoying the smell of leather combined with her woman's scent.

“Fetch the matching whip” she commanded and waved me in the direction of a wall of whips. There hung a crop that perfectly matched her outfit. I returned with it and tried to give it to her.

“Kneel and present it properly to your owner,” was her rejection of my crude attempt. I complied laying the whip across my extended palms. It was wonderful kneeling in service to such a powerful and commanding soul.

She stood over me and said, “You may compliment me.”

I stammered several things about the beautiful dress and such. She stopped me with, “Those are observations not compliments.” I was gagged stripped and she explored my helpless body. She spent several minutes toying with my piercing. While bound in the chair the Mistress told me of the pleasures of owning a male slave, having it in chains before your whip, forcing it to drink your urine, reaming it's ass with a brutal strap-on. She had read my stories of retaliation, and had found the control panel labeled ‘dominant' in my mind.

The three hours were over in a time span that seemed like twenty minutes to me.

There was one other interesting event. At one point, while bound, my arm began to go to sleep, I am not sure if it was from the position or the bondage. I had barely begun to notice it and certainly was a long way from using a safe word when she adjusted my bondage and told me that would help with my arm going to sleep. How had she known, did she read my body signs, or had she done this so often she knew the effect. Either way it was further proof that I could trust my body totally to her professional handling.

Mistress Amanda

Ruth came back and we did some more planning. I outlined several additional events and she approved the budget for travel of my suggested additions. Her session was different and confirmed several other fantasy areas including being slave to a Roman General. She also agreed that she was willing to have vaginal sex and perform oral sex as a way of thanking her hero but for her own pleasure as well.

Beth offered no surprises after her phone call. Tess was much the same as Beth but had some different fantasies. She had a clit hood ring that had been placed years earlier and was not a big part of her sexual self. She also revealed that oral sex performed by a woman would not offend her. Her quote “A tongue has no sex”.

Jane was very different. While bound she begged to be hurt, wanted a bigger whip, tighter nipple clamps, she begged to be pierced and branded. We talked about limits and came to some agreements on where and to what extent her need for pain and submission could be met. I had Diane, my TV slave, come up and watched while Jane applied the whip. Her desires for pain in dominant mode were very strong and Diane's cries of pain were a drug that she could not get enough of. I had to tell her to stop.

Jane

I was strapped down on a table while strange music made the whole experience seem like something from another reality. Mistress Amanda leaned over my chest and twisted each of the nipple clamps that had numbed my nipples sometime ago. The twist showed they were not fully numb and I cried again from the pain. She went back to the electrical control box that owned all the nerves of my sex. It had been giving me spasms of electricity that alternated from buzzing to light pain. I watched as her hand slowly moved the dial and the sensations ascended to pure pain taking away all other feeling in that region.

With my eyes closed, I enjoy the pain as it consumes everything, no diet, no lack of exercise guilt, no worries about what to wear and how the tabloid pictures will look, nothing but the pain. It begins to fade and the Mistress is removing the nipple clamps. I want them back, to return to the bliss of a single focus. The Mistress does not allow it. I am released and dressed in powerful leathers. While I complete the lacing of the boots the Mistress leaves. I return to the main room and find a naked man bound spread eagle on the floor. He is wearing only a blindfold. The Mistress hands me a whip and gestures as permission at the throw rug of a man waiting in helpless bondage.

I try the whip and work up to a level where there is a whimper and then a cry. I whip other areas and even his cock as his cries rise. I forget who I am and what I am doing and go to nearly the same place that the pain had given me minutes before. The Mistress is holding my arm as I return to reality.

Mistress Amanda

All four sessions were successful in that I got the critical measurements off to the supplier in time to meet our schedule. The major yield of these sessions is that I now had a profile and direct experience with each. I knew their hot buttons as submissives and had a good idea of their desires when in dominant mode. The writings they had brought along were a big help. Everybody was going to get a treat.