RULES

I visited a professional dominatrix eight years ago while visiting another city. We hit it off very well on the first meeting and got together a few days later for some “vanilla” time together. A tour of the city and dinner, then she took me to the airport. Little did I know that that was the beginning of my new life. Within six months she was sending all her belongings all the way across the country and moving in with me. For the first couple of years we really enjoyed ourselves. Played a lot. Fulfilled a lot of secret fantasies. I always wondered though why she insisted on taking photos of every scene. And later, why I never saw those photos again.

As days turned to months and years, we began a slow downward spiral. I began to resent that she refused to do any work of any kind and she began to resent that I began to go about my life as if she wasn’t there. I just figured that since she didn’t want to contribute to the “family” that she didn’t want to be a part of it. What I didn’t realize was that she WAS a part of the “family” and always would be because she had “ammunition!”

Three days ago I came home from a regular ten day trip to the Midwest and was taken by surprise. First that Miss M took the time to come and get me at the airport and second that she was acting very dominant and talking about some serious life changes for me in the very near future. When I pressed her on it, she just said, “Wait and see.”

When we got home I noticed that the house was impeccable. She said, “see the way the house looks? I want it to stay this way. Now lets go in the bedroom and have a little session like we used to.” Wow, sounded like fun to me. She told me to strip and lay on the bed on my stomach. It is a bed with a solid steel headboard and chains mounted to each corner. She quickly and expertly cuffed my wrists and ankles and locked them to the corners. It seemed to me they were locked a lot tighter than in the past. As soon as I heard the last lock snap shut, Miss M’s demeanor changed 180 degrees. I saw a new look in her eyes that I’ve never seen before. Something fierce, unforgiving and totally resolved. I suddenly felt my heart in my throat. I quickly came to the conclusion that I was not in a very good position and that I was an idiot to let myself get put there. I started to plead with her to let me go. That I would try to be nicer to her and make sure she felt like she was part of the family. All she said was, “Too little too late!”