First of all, dear reader, meet... the Mistress!... She was a woman nearly 30 years old, very good-looking in a slightly severe way - some men called her "beautiful", others rather used the word "handsome", but both would have agreed that she was stunning to watch and undeniably sexy. She was tall for a woman, as tall as most men, and this, combined with her self-confident manner and assertive personality, immediately convinced everyone who met her that she was in control of her life and would never be dependent on a man for security or comfort. That kind of "mistress" she certainly was not! Her hair was dark and she wore it shoulder-length, framing a face that was almost classically chiselled, but with just a hint of "masculine" strength about her cheekbones and jaw. Her eyes were equally dark under firm straight brows and above a strong nose leading to a wide mouth that sometimes looked almost cruel... but could also break into quite brilliant smiles.

She had a figure that was unmistakably female - with long, well-shaped legs and ample curves in all the right places - but not spectacularly so. If she chose to dress in business suits or such, most people naturally took her for a career woman, a successful and ambitious executive in some large corporation. Yet the truth could hardly have been more different.... In fact, she had only worked for a few years, in her late teens and early twenties. Now she was a "lady of leisure", living in comfort - modest luxury, even! - on the income from investments she'd made with a multi-million-dollar lottery she'd won... with a single ticket she'd bought on a sudden whim. She was very aware how lucky she'd been, how this had enabled her to "retire" at 24 and indulge to the full her two great passions.

The first was golf. She had learned to play as a child, had got completely "hooked" and had developed her skill to the point of playing in high-level junior competitions until she turned 21. Now she played entirely for pleasure and, thanks to her substantial income, had been able to join the most exclusive and luxurious club within reach. She played several times a week and her skill enabled her to compete on equal terms with the better male players... even from the men's tees!

Her other passion - perhaps even stronger than golf, which was "first" only in the sense that she'd "caught" it earlier in her life - was for playing games involving bondage and discipline... S & M... or, as she preferred to think of it, sexual domination and submission. She discovered this "kink" in herself very soon after her earliest sexual experiences and it steadily grew more and more important, until she was augmenting - substantially! - the income from her short working life by "moonlighting" as a Dominant catering to the needs of submissive men.

After her lottery win, of course, she had no need for extra income, but she continued with these activities... only more so. Not only did she have more time for them - much more! - but her wealth made it possible for her to be more selective in her choice of "slaves"... as she called the men who visited her, and sometimes even lived full-time under her domination for days, weeks or months at a time.

Which makes this an appropriate time, dear reader, to introduce the other main "player" in our team....

 

 

Meet... the slave!... He was a man a year or so younger than the Mistress, fairly average in looks, height and build, but perhaps a little better muscled and athletic than most. Which is all that needs to be said about that side of him.

The "other" side - the one that enjoyed the submissive role in the games the Mistress played with him - had become apparent only about a year ago. He had just been told by his girlfriend - a gorgeous girl whom he'd adored, put on a pedestal and hoped fervently to marry, if he could summon up the courage to ask her - that their relationship was over... and he was devastated. Two things made it even worse: one was that she'd accepted a proposal from the owner of the firm that he and she worked for (which made him suspect she'd been "gold-digging"); the other was that she'd told him (very kindly, he had to admit) the real reason she was breaking up with him was because he wasn't assertive enough, he'd treated her too much like a precious ornament and she wanted a stronger, more dominant man.

What self-confidence he had was shattered and he felt it would be a long time, if ever, before he'd be able to make any sort of approach to another girl. His despondency and desperation for female company led him to look at a number of dating services and "contact" magazines... amongst which he found something that both surprised and fascinated him: advertisements from quite a lot of "Mistresses" and "dominant ladies" offering services that he could only guess at, but knew he wanted to find out.

Luck led him to contact "our" Mistress. Perhaps it wasn't luck, since her advertisements said, "No money involved" and he rather baulked at paying the kind of money most of the Mistresses were asking! Be that as it may, it turned out well: she had very many applicants to choose from; most of them wanted to be treated "just so", which had always annoyed her, even when she had to oblige because they were paying, but now she could afford to refuse; instead, she looked for the few candidates who she felt might be "genuine" slaves, who were really willing to submit to her and who could be moulded into her idea of the Mistress-slave relationship she loved so much; and she recognized that here, perhaps, was the best applicant she'd ever found. As for this applicant, he discovered - to some surprise, but even more to his enormous excitement - that this was exactly what he'd always needed, but had never known it! He found he loved the thrill of stripping naked for this beautiful and dominant woman, of kneeling at her feet, of being shackled at wrists and ankles or bound for her to play with his helpless nudity, of submitting to her paddle or whip... and, most of all, of having to serve her in the most personal and intimate ways. It wasn't long before he was eagerly obeying her "summons" two or three evenings a week as well as one or both full days some weekends; and he was inordinately proud to know he was her favourite slave!

Perhaps the main reason for his favoured status was that he, too, played golf - not as well as his new Mistress, but well enough to make a round with her enjoyable for them both. What made it even more fun was including their golf games in their Mistress-slave relationship: in every round they played, the 'stakes' on their match included some sort of 'punishment' for him if he lost and, if he managed to win, his reward was almost always the 'privilege' of using his tongue and lips in the Mistress' fragrant pussy or, very occasionally, the even greater privilege of being tightly bound face-up while the Mistress rode his cock to several orgasms before allowing him to climax.

And he simply loved it all... whether he won or lost!