Mistress Shanna

"OHHHHH!" I screamed out in pain as the medium sized butt plug started sliding in my virgin ass.

Mistress Shanna slapped my ass. "Relax boy, and breathe in and breathe out!" She said to me.

"Yes Mistress!" I said and did as she bade.

It went in slowly with each breath. Soon it was deep inside me. At first it hurt a little but as it was locked into place, it stretched my asshole.

Mistress Shanna leaned over me as I was bent over the exam table.

"Just twelve hours little one, that is all I ask!" She said.

I nodded and she patted me on ass.

"Now go into your cage!" She said.

I crawled to my cage. It was a good sized cage.

I had enough room to lie flat out. There was a nice fluffy pillow and a blanket in case I got cold.

Before I entered the cage, Mistress leaned down her soft brown hair touching my face as she leaned in and kissed me full on the lips.

"Good night my sweet boy!" She whispered to me.

"Good night Mistress."

I crawled in my cage and Mistress locked the cage shut. She walked up the stairs and flicked the light off. I was now alone in the dark.

In the dark, I sat and thought about the last eight months. How it all started.

I was in the local grocery store. We passed each other a few times. I excused myself and she excused herself as well.

After the third time I joked with her. "If we keep running into each other, we might have to exchange driver's licenses!"

She laughed my corny line. Her smile lightened my heart. Her soft green eyes sparkled as she laughed.

"Do you always say such corny lines to women in the produce section of stores? " She asked.

"Ah no Ms I doesn't!"

She touched my arm.

"Well perhaps we can take a break and you can buy me a coffee at the stores cafe!"

I cleared my throat not expecting this reaction from her. Usually I have been shot down. I am not George Clooney. I am shaped more like that Zach G guy you see in comedies. A big overweight and sort of shaped like a mutated Pillsbury doughboy!

She ordered one of those mocha latte things and I stayed with my boring bottle of water. We found a place in the cafe and sat and talked. Time passed around us. Her phone went off and she looked at it.

"Damn I have to go, I have an appointment!" I am sorry Mike!"

We did exchange phone numbers and put them in our smart phones.

"Gimme a call hon! " She said and kissed me.

I watched her walk away and licked my lips as I checked out her ample ass.

I finished shopping and went home. The scent of her perfume lingered with me.

I got a text the next morning and she told me to call her.

I did and she said that she was free this coming Friday night, if I was.

We set something up and got together after eight. We fit together like blocks in those pegs in the holes tests.

She did set me straight right away with sex and etc. As time progressed and we dated more she let it slip that she was a therapist of sorts.

One night as we were sitting on her couch, she told me that she was a professional Dominatrix.

I know my mouth dropped as she said this. I had read about them in the local advocate but never had the courage to met one.

"Mike, I see a lot of potential in you to be a perfect submissive."

"REALLY!" I know my voice went up two octaves!

"Yes and if you are willing to try it, I am willing to teach you." This is up to you and you can either stay or leave. If you find it is not to your liking, you can walk away with no hard feelings.

I gulped and I knew that Shanna was wicked special. I agreed to try it out.

She smiled at me and then pointed to the floor. I knew what that meant and I knelt on the floor next to her.

She smiled down at me. She explained what she expected of me.

Soon I was being following her to the cellar. Or her dungeon. There I was shown the contract and read it through. It was a simple contract. I was to obey her and if at any time either one of us decided those things were not working out we could back out of the agreement.

I signed it and she did as well.

"Now Strip Boy!"

I did as she commanded and was bear assed before her. She walked around and examined me. I didn't realize that she now had a crop in her hand. It ran across my back and ass. She came around the front and ran it over my arms, chest and legs. She lightly tapped my cock. It jumped as she did.

She smiled a sadistic smile, "Well it is alive!" She giggled.

I started to say "Yes it..."

But she brought the crop hard against my hip. I winched in pain.

"Did I tell you, you could speak?"

I didn't speak but she said that I could now.

"No Ma'am!"

She cracked the crop against my soft and tender ass.

"You will call me Mistress Shanna unless I tell you otherwise boy!"

"Yes Mistress Shanna!"

She ran the crop over my face.

"You are a quick learner boy, I like that, your training will not take long at all.

Over the months, I was trained in the all aspects of being Mistress Shanna's house slave.

I quit my job and did daily chores around the house. Mistress was very happy with my work.

Mistress took me to a beauty salon and has my body hair removed. The waxing was very painful but I endured for her.

I feel asleep dreaming of my service to Mistress Shanna.

Oh I am not the perfect pet and I get punished when I do not please her. But pretty much She treats me well, I am not just her submissive but Her partner in some decisions.

I am very pleased that I got to meet Mistress Shanna and I serve her proudly!