I have many fantasies and most of them revolve around humiliation, bondage, and domestic service. My favorite goes something like this:   Part 1

I arrive at a beautiful woman's house for a date. Upon arrival, she opens the door and greets me wearing a sleek silk blouse, tight black mini skirt, stockings, and stilettos. I am immediately mesmerized by her seductive beauty. She invites me in and offers me a drink.  She instructs me to sit on the couch while she retrieves the wine. Minutes later, she emerges with two glasses of wine. She sits down next to me and begins to converse in a subtle sexy tone. We exchanged questions to better get to know one another for almost 30 minutes. Something seemed odd at this point.

After all, she was supposed to be making dinner. However, I didn't smell anything cooking. I refrain from commenting out of respect. She then takes the wine glasses and returns to kitchen for a refill. Once again she emerges minutes later with two more full glasses of wine. We continued discussing personal preferences and hobbies for the next twenty minutes or so. I was starting to feel extremely fatigued. My vision was starting to get blurry and I was a little dizzy. I looked at her and said, "I'm not sure whats wrronng with me" in a slurred sentence. At this point she puts her wine down and says, "It's about time that kicked in!". I looked at her with a confused, puzzled look and said, " What, What have you done to me?".

She responds with a cynical chuckle and says " There has been a slight change in dinner plans my pet". " I'm meeting my girlfriends for dinner, and your not coming!". I found myself in a state of half consciousness. She takes advantage of my docile demenored state and firmly grasps my arm. She stands and pulls me up from the couch. She put my arm around her shoulder and began to guide me out of the living room, and down a long hallway. We enter a room a the end of the hall and she drops me stomach down on what seemed to be a large Victorian ottoman. My consciousness was getting more and more clouded by the minute. As I layed there across the apparent foot rest, all I remember is gazing down at two beautiful stocking covered feet in beautiful stilettos. Then just before I lost consciousness, I heard her seductive voice one last time. "Take a good long look at those feet because you will be worhipping them for a long time!".

I wake up the next morning in an extremely groggy state. I try to stand up and realize that my movement is restricted. As a matter of fact, Im completely immobilized face down on a hasseck. My knees and wrists were secured tightly to the short  legs of the Victorian style ottaman with rope. My ankles are crossed and bound by rope as well. Several full wraps of rope secured my body to the ottoman. I found myself stripped to my boxerbriefs, and fully immobilized. My head hung over the end of the ottoman and left me looking at the floor. I think to myself, " What have I gotten myself into?".

I endured my predicament for about an hour after regaining consciousness before I heard that subtle sexy voice from the previous evening. "Well, good morning pet". I was confused and conflicted. I should be enraged by what has transpired, however curiosity has taken over and questions needed to be answered. "Why do you keep calling me pet?". "Why did you do this to me?". "Untie me, now!". My questions are met with no response.

After another hour of silence, I began to struggle with my bindings in a feeble attempt at escape. It was to no avail, she was obviously an expert in immobilization techniques. I couldn't even roll the ottoman over because the legs were bolted to the floor. I started to get frustrated and begin yelling for my immediate release. About ten minutes goes by and I begin to hear footsteps walking up from behind me. "CRAAAAACK", I suddenly felt and immense pressure and burning on my ass. I yelped and closed my eyes. She slapped my ass with something, and it hurt like hell. The pain was immense and brought instant tears to my eyes. I opened my eyes to see those two beautiful feet from the previous evening. They were minus the stilettos and stockings, but I still recognized them. There wasn't much time for adoration, she reached down, grabbed my head by the hair and pulled it upward to view her. She looked down upon my pathetic being and said, "I will not tolerate this kind of noise in my sanctum!Now, shut up!". As she completed her sentence, she shoved a large rubber gag in my mouth and strapped it tightly around my head. She then starts laughing and says, "thats better, the only good man is a quiet man!'.

She walked over and sat on the chair behind me. She began to explain that she would not allow me to see her again until that privelige was earned. As for my release she explained, that would not be possible until she breaks me. I begin thinking to myself, break me, what the hell is that? She proceded to explain that she was not interested in any kind of romantic relationship, yet she was so overwhelmed with work that she was lacking in her domestic services. One night while she was out with her girfriends, they jokingly suggested that she train a man to act as her servant. After several weeks of consideration, she finally decided to go for it. She researched Psychology, chemistry, mind control techniques such as hypnosis, and physically forced submission techniques such as sleeper holds and spankings. She went on to say that her chemistry knowledge allowed her to make her own, roofies, and chloroform. She also quipped immediately that should I misbehave at any time, she wouldnt hesitate to use any of her new found knowledge and toys against me. "CRAAAACK!", and my ass was on fire once again. She laughs and says, "Just wanted to see if you were awake!".  Then she said that spanking is the method she has chosen to break me. She had read an article about the different levels of submission during a repetitous, extended period of pain. She felt as though this was the quickest way to make a man submit mind and body to her. "So, I suppose now that you have the facts, we can begin". My eyes opened wide in fear.

I felt the crack of her strap strife my ass over, and over again. After about ten minutes of continuous cracks, I started to pass out from the pain. She was relentless. Suddenly I felt cold water hit my face, which ultimately woke me up to endure more continued suffering. This torture went on for almost two hours. My ass felt like it was on fire. I was begging for her to stop through the gag. She knew what I was mumbling, but she had no intention of stopping until she achieved her desired result. She continued the torment for another hour. Then she removed my gag. She looked down at me and said " How do you feel?". he constant beating has put me into a somber suggestive state. I repond by saying "Please,please stop! I will do anything!". She glanced down at me with an evil grin and said, "anything?". She then told me thatI was to repeat after her. "you will always refer to me as Mistress". "You obey my every command without question". "You will drop to your knees whenever you are in my presence". "And you will live to serve my every need and desire". "Your proper place when not fulfilling domestic duties, is on the floor at my feet". I repeated her rules in a groggy tone. She then asked if I undertood my new role. I responded with a meek "yes". "CRAAAACK, CRAACK, CRAAAACK!". "What did I tell you?". You resond either "yes Mistress or no Mistress". "Now, do you understand your role? I replied "yes Mistress".

"Thats more like it. Now I am going to leave you tied for several more hours to weaken your muscles some more. I do not have anything for the pain, but Im not an extreme bitch. I will knock you out to ease your suffering. i will be back momentarily, don't go anywhere! Hahaha!" She returned a couple of minutes later wearing the beautiful stockings and stilettos from the previous evening. She approached and sat across from my head. She said that I had been a very good boy and deserved a treat. As I peered at the beautiful stilettos, she slid them off one at a time in a slow methodical way. She then started to tell me that these were the feet of pleasure, and I would worship them as if they were a religion!" She raised her stocking covered soles up towards my face. As she did this she explained that these were special stockings. As they got closer to my face I could smell the sweet odor of sweat from her beautiful feet from the night before. Or was it, the closer they got, the sweeter the smell got. The sweeter the smell got, the more light headed I became. Until her gorgeous feet finally forced their way against my face, forcing me to inhale their succulent odor. Just before I lost consciousness, I hear her say,"You would be amazed what one can learn online!" "You experienced my home made roofies last night, and now you get to try my home made chloroform!". "Pleasant dreams my pet!""Get your rest, you will have a lot of work to do when you awake!".