24/7 Mistress controls her submissive’s life – Story Part 1

Read about my 24/7 Mistress/submissive Life

As the 24/7 Mistress controlling a submissive’s life, I have the pleasure of teasing him, denying him, and sharing many BDSM activities with him. I control his life and his sexual activities. Really, I control everything. From now through February I will give my blog enthusiasts a peek into My life with my submissive. Our story will be in fifteen parts, so come back every day to read more. This is from My submissive’s point of view. Enjoy the sexy story!

 A Submissive’s Life Story

As the live-in submissive of a Dominant woman, many think that it’s all fantasy, all the time.  A dungeon in the basement, with every torture device imaginable, being naked in a collar and wrist and ankle cuffs all the time, while she’s dressed in black leather and thigh high boots.  Endless sexual activities – okay, that part is true.  However, there are times when vanilla life intrudes.  People get sick, we both have bad days, and we have family issues to attend to.  And, once a month, as she is a woman of child-bearing age, certain biological processes occur.

Mistress Controls Her Submissive

Early on in our relationship, we developed a ritual.  Since Ms. Delia was going to have to go through a week of discomfort, she decided I should have to suffer as well.  At first, her sadistic nature took hold, and the first thought was that we would just engage in a week of whippings, spankings and canings.  Knowing that I am not a pain slut (oh, I like to be spanked and flogged, but single-tailed whips and canes are a bit outside of my limits, although I’ve been told we’re “going to work on that”), she determined that that would not be good for us.  Then, she thought we could both insert tampons for the week.  Hers in the obvious place, mine in my ass.  We researched that, and found it was extremely dangerous.  Ms. Delia is always concerned for my safety.  Then, she came up with a week of chastity.  There would be sex – and lots of orgasms for her – but none for me, until her discomfort was done.