Chapter 5

The cafe is surprisingly busy for a Sunday, but we find a table easily enough. We order a drink and a cake each and talk about ourselves and our background. As Mistress talks, I realise that not only do I find her physically attractive, but her dominant behaviour is exactly what my submissive self needs. Her control over me is subtle and seemingly natural. I never feel that her questions are invasive or demeaning, and yet they delve into some very personal topics. I admit that I’m a virgin; that I’m no stranger to masturbating; and that I find sexy clothing a big turn on.

She volunteers some information about herself since she rightly guesses that I’m too submissive to ask such personal questions myself. Nevertheless, I do ask a few daring questions; or at least, daring for me.

“You referred to having multiple submissive young ladies, Mistress. Are they some of your clients?” I ask.

“Yes, there are two of them. Sisters. A year or two older than you. You will meet them in due course. They are on an extended holiday with their husbands at the moment and won’t be back for another month.”

“How did you decide to become a dominatrix? Mistress,” I ask.

“I’m the youngest in a family of six children,” she replies. “I had to be firm and demanding, or I missed out. In some families, the older siblings look after the younger ones. That wasn’t how things worked in my family. My dominant side spilled over into my school relationships, and before I realised it, I was queen bee of our year.”

I tell her about the way Georgia and Kiri used to dominate my group of schoolfriends, although I suspect Mistress would have eaten them for lunch had they tried the same approach with her. I soon feel very comfortable in Mistress’s presence and I don’t resist when she touches my knees under the table. Before I realise it I’m getting aroused. My tacit acceptance of her touch signals my willingness for her to go further. Her hands explore further up my leg. I begin to wish I had put on a skirt rather than my jeans.

“Shall we return to the workshop?” she says when we’ve finished our drinks. “Or do you need to get home?”

“I’ve nothing planned for the rest of the day, Mistress,” I reply. “I can come back to your workshop if you like.”

I find it strange referring to her workplace as a workshop, but I suppose you can’t call it a dungeon in public. It is easy to understand why her business needs to be discreet.

As soon as we are outside the cafe, Mistress takes hold of my hand. It feels the most natural action in the world to me, and we walk back to her workshop holding hands. I’m getting more aroused by the minute. Once we are inside her dungeon, she pulls me close and kisses me on the lips. She’s not satisfied with a quick peck, but a full blown tongue-down-my-throat devouring. Even though I’ve never kissed a woman like this before, I respond in kind without any hesitation.