Hi there all! I hope you're well! I decided to share a story close to me with you all today about my life as a dominatrix. Now, before I begin, I must say everyone involved was over the age of 18. So, this is the story of how I met my first slave!

So, it was the Summer of 2013, and I had just finished teaching for the year! I taught at the same school as my boy, but nothing happened between us up to that point. At the school I taught at, the working relationships between students and teachers were close, in a collaborative way, to get the best out of our students. Anyways back to my boy!

So in July of that year, a month or so after my boy had finished his exams, I received a message on Facebook from him. I seem to remember it being something like, "Hi! Hope you're well, I was wondering whether you would like to meet up given exams are over, and talk, about something other than exams!" For me, I didn't not expect these things, my boy was and is incredibly intelligent and mature, he ended up receiving four A* grades at those A Levels he sat, so I obliged and told him I would love to!

So, we met up at a causal restaurant near me and had something to eat, luckily neither of us drank at that time! We spoke about work, education, all manner of things, reform to the health service even haha! At this point, we clicked, he could make me laugh, enjoy life and enjoy that moment. At the end of the evening, he asked me if we could go back to my house to talk some more! I obliged and off we went!

When we returned, we sat down and spoke more, but the conversation moved slowly away from what we were talking about, to kink, BDSM and it's role in society. I had up to that point been exploring femdom, in particular slave ownership, and so we both had an interest. I could notice in him though, a sense a submission, he wanted me to lead the conversation. After some time talking about this, he told me he wanted to serve me, I can't remember the exact words but he confessed his devotion to me, and how he wanted to give up everything he had to serve me as his slave. This came out of nowhere! So, I decided to leave the room, and was thinking about what happened. I had wanted a slave and at that point I felt a deep strong connection with him. When I returned, to my surprise, he had stripped naked and was sitting on the floor, on his knees and was begging me, almost to the point of tears. At this point, I knew I wanted this, I wanted my boy to be mine. I felt that connection grow stronger, of love, but also commitment, and dedication. I obliged and told him my interests in BDSM myself whilst he was still naked. He insisted on remaining naked from that point forwards. We spoke and spoke about everything, implications of course, family, work, etc etc, but my boys commitment to wanting to be 24/7, actually made things easier.

We went up to bed later, my new boy, at the foot of my bed curled up, and myself, butterflies in my stomach, excited for what was to come along on our new journey.

I hope you enjoyed this! I apologise if the detail isn't there but I have forgetten some things, luckily my boy hasn't, so I'd love to answer any questions you might have!

Have a great day!