It started out as a vanilla relationship – the sex was pretty good, but he was too nice to me. While that may sound strange, the problem was, and continues to be that I am a corporate attorney and one of the best in my state and being a woman in a man’s world has caused me to be an extreme bitch. Even worse is the fact that it got so bad that I couldn’t turn it off when I got home and drove off my husband of ten years since he felt that I was always trying to control him, in bed, in running our household and in all other areas. Looking back, he was right and even though I’m still pretty pissed at him having an affair, deep down, I can’t blame him, especially since the woman that he left me for is a year older than him and surprisingly enough, pretty plain looking.

I know – that’s a really strong statement to make, but the truth of the matter is that appearances have always been important to me and part of my success has always been going to the gym three to four days a week to stay in shape, mainly because I know that a woman’s curves can help distract the opposing counsel or to catch the attention of the men on the jury. Yeah, I’m a skank when it comes to winning a case, but I know that a good lawyer will use the law to win while a great lawyer will not only use the law, but all of the resources at her fingertips, including shaking my ass around the courtroom if needed. Oh, did I tell you that I’m also known as a ball-buster in the lawyer community? Not something I’m really proud of, especially since I went several years without getting laid.

I should probably back things up so you have a good understanding of where I’m going with this story . . .

I’ve been divorced about four years and as I mentioned, the first two of those years I didn’t have sex except with my favorite toys. While I had an occasional date, my reputation of being a bitch and a ball buster usually preceded me and men were usually intimidated by me. Two years ago, just after Christmas, I was feeling more sorry for myself than usual and on Christmas Eve, I spent the evening alone with a glass of red wine and a vibrator while sitting on front of my computer. I had already fingered myself once when I got home from the office and again while taking a bath, but you know how it is when you’ve been alone for a while . . . . you tend to miss having a guy fuck your brains out while you just lay there and enjoy being used.

So, getting back to my story, I was looking for either a story or a video online that I could masturbate to and somehow stumbled across the subject of submission while using my search engine and started to explore. Much to my surprise, there was actually a club specializing in BDSM, located not too far from where I lived and the more that I researched, the more wet I got. I realized that there was different types of submission and one of the websites explained that I could find a partner, a Dom, to dominate me for a specific period of time, allowing me to enjoy myself sexually. Of course, my privacy was a serious concern, considering what I did for a living, but the website was run by a Mistress who claimed to have a little over twenty years’ experience in the lifestyle. Being a little relaxed at this point after a hot bath and two orgasms, I emailed this woman asking if we could meet so I could learn more about this lifestyle.

I was surprised when my email dinged me a few minutes later when I was about to start up a video and saw from the notification that it was Mistress Leila. I switched to my email and opened the note up and found that it simply asked me to call her at my convenience so we could chat for a few minutes. I was about to close the note to go back to my video when I saw that she had written that she was available at that point if I wanted to call her and gave her number. SHE only requested that I email her my number so she’d recognize it on her caller ID and not let it go to voicemail. Not sure of what to do, I decided to call her. She picked up after the first ring and introduced herself. She only had my first name at this point as well as my cell number, so I felt safe enough hiding behind my semi-anonymous state.

She seemed to pick up on my hesitation and offered to tell me about the lifestyle from her standpoint. She started off by explaining that she was a Dominatrix, a female version of a Dominant or a Dom. She then explained the differences between Top’s and bottoms as well as slaves versus subs. In addition, she explained some things about Head of Household and Taken in Hand. As she continued, I learned that there was uniqueness in submission in that I could basically set guidelines of what I would and wouldn’t do as a submissive and if I ever decided to become a Dom, I could also set limits.

Sensing my interest, she then asked me why I was exploring the lifestyle. Feeling a little braver at this point, I told her about my failed marriage, my career and my loneliness. She laughed and explained that she used to be in Marketing and that world was similar to mine, especially when it came to having brass balls in order to be successful and how her love life suffered because of it. She also explained that she fell into the lifestyle by accident when a guy that she was dating at the time, a lieutenant with the local police department. Her husband had left her and moved in with his girlfriend after filing for divorce and she was a mess. She ended up drinking too much and on her third date with the cop, she got trashed and ended up puking in his car. He had gotten really pissed off and she was afraid that he was going to beat her, but instead, took her home with him, gotten her to drink a ton of water and tucked her into bed in his guest room while he cleaned out his car.

The next morning, barely speaking to her, he fed her a full breakfast along with some aspirin, allowed her to take a long hot bath and put her back to bed. When she woke up, she felt much better than the evening before, but felt guilty, especially finding herself wearing a t-shirt that smelled like his aftershave and a pair of cotton shorts that were too big on her, but she had tied the string tight so they wouldn’t fall off of her hips. When she went out into the living room, she found him sitting on the sofa reading a book and when he looked up at her, he could tell that he was still really pissed at her for throwing up in his car. He asked her why she felt that she had to drink so much and she replied that she didn’t know. He told her that he liked her but wouldn’t deal with her if she had a drinking problem and she assured him that she didn’t. He asked her again why she felt that she had to drink so much, she replied the same and he told her that if she wanted to act like a child, he would treat her like one. Before she knew it, he had pulled her across his lap so she was face down and he struggled for a minute to take his belt off.

When she realized that he was going to spank her, she tried to push herself off of his lap, but ended up with her arms pinned behind her against her lower back with one of his hands, while his other hand pulled her shorts down to her knees. He put his hand gently on her butt and explained that he was going to spank her twelve times, then afterwards, he would give her a few minutes to collect herself and then she needed to explain herself. The first time the belt made contact with the bare skin of her ass, it stung really bad, bringing back memories of being spanked as a child. The next few strikes also hurt, but then she started getting turned on by the spanking as she felt herself becoming wet in between her legs.

Once her spanking was done, the guy squeezed some lotion on her ass and gently rubbed it into the fiery red skin before slipping his hand between her legs and touching her sex. Without thinking, she opened her legs further, causing her shorts to ride lower onto her legs. She explained that he didn’t just masturbate her, but took her to the brink of orgasm several times, causing her to beg for release before he finally slipped two fingers inside of her and quickly brought her to the most intense orgasm of her life, leaving her panting for breath with tears streaming down her cheeks. When she started balling uncontrollably, he pulled her up so she was sitting on his lap and held her tightly as her emotions flooded out of her.

When her sobs finally subsided, he continued to hold her gently in his arms and explained to her that if she wanted to continue the relationship with him, she needed to stop trying to hide in a bottle and start being honest with him. Without thinking, she nodded in agreement and he continued to explain that if she acted like a child, she would be treated like one and if she participated in the relationship, he would give her great pleasure. He then lifted her up and carried her into his bedroom and ordered her to take her t-shirt off. He responded by dropping onto his knees in between her legs and went down on her like no other man had down to her before, bringing her to another three orgasms before he dropped his own shorts, covered up with a rubber and quickly plunged his hard cock into her sopping wet pussy so deep that he penetrated her cervix, bringing her to yet another orgasm. Before she realized what exactly was happening, he turned her over so she was on her hands and knees, with her forehead touching the mattress and he abruptly plunged his cock back in between her legs and into her pussy, fucking her into another two orgasms. The intensity of them caused her to blank out, especially with the sensation of his thumb massaging the brown star outlining the entrance to her ass.

Before she knew it, she was sitting on his lap with her pussy impaled on his still hard cock with her hips gyrating furiously as she climbed towards another earth shattering come, when suddenly, she felt one of his fingers being pushed into her ass, causing her to cry out as her orgasm racked through her entire body and her partner grunting with his own release. She passed out in his arms for ten minutes and when she finally opened her eyes, he dumped her unceremoniously onto the floor and ordered her to clean his cock with her mouth as he pulled the used condom off of his dick and tossed it into a trash can near the bed. Without thinking, she leaned forward and started sucking on his deflated cock, causing it to slowly come back to life as he moaned and grabbed her hair, carefully forcing her further down on his rod. After a few minutes, she started to gag and he let her up.

He quietly reached down, took her hand and led her into the shower, where he bathed her and washed her hair – something that she had never before experienced and when he slipped his hand in between her legs to wash her sex, he brought her to yet another orgasm. Afterwards, he dried her off and guided her into his bed, where he lay down next to her, they spooned and slept for a hour. When they woke up, he made gentle love to her and afterwards, put a pair of shorts on and led her, still nude, led her out to the living room, where he pushed her down onto her knees, and guided her knees apart so she was fully exposed and her hands were on her head with her fingers clasped, forcing her breasts out. He explained to her that he expected her to strip whenever she stepped foot into his house and assume this position to await his instructions.

Leila explained that for the next several months, Mike trained her to submit to him while in his house, but as a submissive and not a slave. Once she was comfortable with the rules, she found that part of the time in the house she was treated like an equal from a standpoint where they had conversations, cooked together and made love together. Other times, she followed his directions and submitted sexually, sometimes being punished for not following orders correctly while other times being given extreme pleasure. After four months, she moved in with him and six months later, they were married. They remained married for twelve years, until one fateful day she was informed that he was killed on the job by a drunk driver, who had hit him while he was helping a stranded motorist. She thought that she was going to die from a broken heart, but her had left a video with their attorney to be given to her upon his death – in the video, he explained that she had brought happiness into his life, both in a vanilla way as well as his submissive, and his final set of directions to her was to continue living her life and not lay down and give up. He also suggested that she try being a Dom in order to help her continue with life as he felt that she was a good teacher since she helped raise his daughter from his previous marriage. It took her a year, but she finally decided to give it a try and had been acting as a Dom and a trainer since then.

She had not remarried as her heart was still broken, but it helped reduce her heartache by helping others learn the lifestyle and occasionally took a lover in order to satisfy her own needs. She explained that she was part of a group that also included two other Dom’s who acted as mentors, teachers and in some cases, protectors to newcomers in the group. She concluded that if I was genuinely interested in learning more, that they held an open house at her home every Tuesday, where they gave the prospective members a background on the lifestyle, their group and provided a few demonstrations as to what to expect at their weekly group get-together’s, since many aspects of the lifestyle could be intimidating. I agreed to attend at the next open house in a few days and after giving her my name and number she hung up and I went to bed and finger fucked myself to sleep.