I found My first actual slave a few years ago in college as I was studying abroad in London for a year. I met him through My housemate at a party – they were friends. he was 7 years older but from the first time we met, there was an instant connection and a natural power exchange. he told Me in early conversations that he was attracted to Me because I seemed powerful.

I think I’d always felt a sense of power over men, but hadn’t consciously realized it or explored it before. My previous relationships with men simply seemed to work out in My favor – they tended to give in to Me and I enjoyed having them spoil Me.

However this one was different. I immediately discovered that bernie took orders well, and began pushing to see how far I could take it. But he was a naughty boy and didn’t always obey, so I would punish him by scolding, which progressed to yelling and finally to whipping and humiliating as I pressed the limits harder and harder. I experimented with toys, whips, restraints. he was quite tolerant so I happily pressed further.

Within a month, I had him wearing dog tags engraved with “property of Mistress ____” (if you don’t know My name, you can buy the privilege here), bringing Me fresh bouquets of white lilies weekly, and cleaning My bedroom/bathroom for Me.

When My housemate and I would have dinner parties, I would always invite bernie and when everyone was finished eating, I would get up from the table, walk around to bernie, grab him by the back of the hair, pull his head back, and tell him in a purposely low voice, “it’s time to do the dishes”. I could see the erection in his pants as he stood at the kitchen sink washing all the dishes by hand. Sometimes, one of the guests would ask, “bernie, why are you doing the dishes?” He would smile and respond simply, “because She told me to.” The whole circle of friends could see the power exchange between us and we both enjoyed it.

By month two, during playtime I was making him kneel on the floor at My feet as I wore the highest heels I could find, and would make him kiss My feet and shoes. This is how I discovered My love of foot worship. I taught him to paint My toenails and file My fingernails, and began having him do these things for Me weekly.

I enjoyed watching him get hard for Me as I made him serve Me, and I further enjoyed teasing him with My sexy body then denying him release, sometimes for days. I made him enter chastity agreements with Me as amusement for Myself or punishment for him.

The progression continued, and in the 4th month, I began leading him around with a collar and leash when we went out clubbing – in regular clubs, not fetish clubs. When he tried to disobey or pull against Me, I would yank the leash hard to jerk him back into submission. We often caused quite a scene! Hahaha! I enjoyed humiliating him, especially in public, and he enjoyed being controlled and forced to do My bidding, and letting everyone know he was Mine.

Sometimes I would make him take Me around to various important sites in and around London, and take pictures of Me in fetish gear for My private collection. (those photos are gone; don’t ask.)

As time progressed, I trained him more and more relentlessly. For example, he had never been very good at being on time, so one night when he showed up late for a date, I told him if he ever arrived late again, there would be serious consequences. he promised he would be on time from then on.

Of course, being a long-time loser, it wasn’t long before he was late picking Me up for a 10pm date. I had a feeling he would be tardy, so around 9:30 I called My best Girlfriend and told Her I may want to go out with Her that night but that I may need Her help briefly before heading out. She agreed, not knowing what I had in mind (but probably having suspicions, as She knew the nature of My relationship with bernie).

At the stroke of 10, I called My friend and asked Her to come over in a half hour. A few minutes later, bernie arrived with a lame excuse. Without a word, I grabbed him by the shirt and led him upstairs to My bedroom, where I had a kitchen chair waiting in the middle of the room. I ordered him to get completely undressed and when he was naked, pushed him into the chair, cuffed his ankles to the chair-legs and restrained his hands tightly behind the chair. I blindfolded him with a scarf and began whipping him with My favorite whip at the time – a mean little plastic/vinyl cat-o-nine tails with a smooth rounded handle (perfect for making him assfuck himself sometimes).

I whipped him until I could see nice red marks on his legs and chest, then dropped the whip and left him there, breathing heavily and fully erect, to listen to the sounds of Me getting ready to go out. I finished doing My makeup and hair, clicking My heels on the hardwood floor in the hallway as I walked back and forth between My bedroom and bathroom.

Soon My friend rung the doorbell. Excited, I giggled as I went down to answer, briefly explained the situation to Her, and led Her upstairs to My room as I grabbed My coat and purse. I went to My housemate’s room and gave him the key to My cuffs and made him promise to wait 20 minutes after I left before releasing bernie from the restraints. Of course, he was highly amused at the way I was handling his friend and I’m sure he gave bernie a healthy dose of ridicule later on.

I then went back to bernie, grabbed him by the back of the hair, pulled his head back and hissed in his face, “you’d better be here when I get back.” My friend giggled, then We both laughed hysterically, and told bernie what a loser he was as We pranced down the stairs and out the door.

When I returned home from clubbing at 6am, Bernie was there, in My bed ready to please Me, like a good little slave.

This is when I fully realized My power as Dominant Female.

If you think you can handle being in the presence of a true Goddess, then contact Me!