Though not “experienced” in D/s, I did have a very submissive relationship with one woman that was extremely satisfying for both of us, and since then have been yearning for such a relationship again.

I prefer to think of myself as a service/pleasure slave, and not a pain-slave or masochist. While it is understood that occasionally discipline is involved, the occasional OTK, crop, or paddle is acceptable but whips and strong pain are not in my search.

A bit about myself and my history with D/s. A few years back in my mid 30s I was involved with a woman in her 50s. It started as more of a sexual lark for the two of us than anything else. However, after a couple months into the relationship things changed drastically. One Saturday when I came by to pick her up for an afternoon date she greeted me at the door with a beaming smile and passionate kiss, then led me by the hand into the dining room. Upon entering she pointed to a spot and almost emotionlessly, directed “Stand there!” She then pulled out a chair and sat facing me holding a crop across her closed legs. Looking me directly in the eyes with a sullen face and emotionless stare, in a somber yet stern tone she commanded “Strip and present yourself!"

At first I laughed, and was immediately struck with the crop. Maintaining her solemn demeanor, she repeated in a more dictative tone, “STRIP and present yourself!” I giggled and then began undressing. Thinking this was some “kink game” she wanted to try I opened my mouth to make a smart aleck comment and immediately felt the snap of her crop across my bare chest followed by the somber but intense commands of “SILENCE! STRIP! Look straight ahead, not at me!” Her demeanor was completely the opposite of her normal playful and lighthearted self, which caused me a bit of concern, and [obvious] arousal. It was apparent that she was immensely serious about her intention to direct me and desire for me to submit. She never raised her voice, but spoke directly and succinctly, without hesitation as though to be in command was natural to her.

Once undressed she ordered me to place my hands on my head and stand directly in front of her with my legs spread. I was directed to stare straight forward avoiding eye contact at all times, and to remain silent unless spoken to. I played along out of curiosity (and excitement.) She boldly reached out grabbing my stiffened cock in her hand and with a somewhat forceful tug pulled me closer. I let out a bit of a groan and halfway through saying “take it easy” felt another lash of her crop across my bottom followed with “SILENCE!”

Standing naked before her, with a firm gr on my swollen member, she began a thorough “inspection” exploring every inch of my naked body. Fondling, stroking, positioning, spreading, spanking, prodding (and fingering) me as she pleased. She ordered me to kneel and place my hands on her knees. My hands were then shackled, followed by a ball gag, collar, and leash. With leash in one hand and crop in the other she lead me around the room on all four. After a few laps around the table (including several strokes across my bare bottom with the crop) she led me into the living room, pushed a couple ottomans together, and commanded “Up! Up!” leading me up on all fours, naked in the middle of the living room. Removing the ball-gag she placed the crop in my mouth and directed me to “Stay!” as though she were talking to a dog. After adding a blindfold and cuffs to my ankles she began oiling my entire naked body. She positioned me sitting straight up hands on my head, so she could oil my chest, belly, tops of my legs, inside of my thighs, and my ever growing erection (taunting me with the most wonderfully delicate yet vigorous strokes, clearly intended to arouse me without allowing release). Positioning me back on all fours, she put the ball-gag back in my mouth, then following a swat with a paddle ordered “SPREAD!” After increasing the gape between my legs a second swat was applied followed by “WIDER”

While continuing to oil my back, buttock, and legs, she began a dissertation on how the evening was going to unfold. From this point forward I was her slave and sexual plaything. The sole purpose of my presence was to prepare and serve her a meal as directed, and provide her with sexual gratification in whatever form she desired. After a swat to my butt with her hand, she directed “Nod your head if you understand.” I nodded in the affirmative.

She then proclaimed: “You will now make a decision if you wish to stay or go home. If you stay you will obey my every command, without question or hesitation. There will be punishment (followed by a swat on my butt) when you disobey or displease me, and reward (followed by a long, delicate stroking of my cock) when your actions are satisfactory. Take a moment to think about it, do you wish to stay?” After a short pause, I nodded in agreement. “Very good! I’m glad to hear that” she said, and then lovingly stroked my cock with one hand as she caressed my balls with the other. This brought me to a very heightened state of arousal when she suddenly stopped. She then pressed my head down so that my legs spread as wide as I could without falling off the ottomans my cheeks would also be spread and manhood fully exposed. She grabbed my balls with the nails of her fingers in one hand and told me, “You need to stay absolutely still for this, do not move no matter what. If you do, you will be punished” and then gently dug her nails into my sack. When I groaned and tried to pull away, she repeated, “Stay absolutely still!” Blindfolded, naked, my manhood clenched in her nails, buttock spread and exposed, with no idea of what she was about to do, I remained stiff and immobile.

Without warning, I felt something dull begin pressing against my anus and instinctively began to pull away. “Hold still!” she directed a she tightened her grip on my balls. For the next several minutes she toyed with (tortured) my anus as she worked a butt plug into my tight and nervous ass (giggling while she did so). When it was finally all the way in, she used her thumbs to press on it and work it around. When she was satisfied with the procedure, she slapped my ass, giggled, and the declared “And so it shall remain for the rest of the evening, do you understand?” I nodded in the affirmative.

After removing the blindfold and ball-gag, she reattached the leash to my collar and began leading me around the house. Sometimes on all fours prodding me with her crop, sometimes standing with my hands on top of my head, her firm gr on my cock in one hand and the leash in the other. In each room I was made to bend, kneel, lay, and bare myself on all fours while she tugged at me from underneath, struck my butt with her crop, removed and reinserted the plug, and sometimes lifting her dress over my head and commanding “SERVICE!”

Eventually she brought me into the kitchen and ordered me to kneel. Placing an envelope on the floor in front of me, she told me “These are the instructions for preparing dinner, keep in mind your cock will be both the hors d'oeuvre and dessert. (She had always been a very oral woman whom repeatedly informed and proved to me how much she enjoyed the taste of a man.) You will begin by serving me a glass of Chardonnay in the living room while you prepare the meal. When you hear this bell ring, you will come to me in the living room and service me as I demand. Do you understand?” “Yes ma’am” I replied. She then left the room and I began preparing dinner.

The instructions were explicit, detailing every course in how it was to be prepared and how long it should take me. While doing so she would ring her bell and I would bring the wine in to refill her glass. Each time she would have me kneel down and spread my cheeks to check the status of my butt plug, toying with it or reinserting it. After which she would stroke my cock to maintain my arousal then swat my backside and send me back into the kitchen. When the entrée (chicken) was ready for the oven I was instructed to put it in, set the timer, then come back into to the living room and kneel at her feet. At which time she opened her blouse to expose her nipple and told me to suckle and pleasure them until the timer expired.

When dinner was ready as each course was served I was required to stand within arm’s reach so she could fondle, stroke, and enjoy me. When the entre was served she ordered me to kneel under the table, then raised her skirt, spread her legs wide, and directed me to provide her with oral satisfaction. By the squirming, moans, and nails that were dug into the back of my head, I prided myself with the knowledge that she had been provided at least one orgasm during dinner.

For dessert, I prepared some warm moist towels on one tray, and another tray with an assortment of syrups (Chocolate, Chantilly Cream, Blueberry and Strawberry). The trays were set on chairs next to her and then I was made to lie at the end of the table with legs spread wide as possible, two feet on adjacent chairs. After blindfolding me she sat between my legs, used the damp towels to clean my cock, and then alternated between syrups using them as flavorings while preforming the most intense fellatio I had ever received. She was indeed adept at this practice and brought me to some amazing climaxes, each time giggling after I came, patting my belly and telling me “Good Boy!”

When SHE “finished” with dessert she left the table and instructed me to attend to the dishes. During which time she would ring the bell when she desired more wine or to validate that I was still erect enough for her pleasure. After further play during the evening while she watched a movie I was led to the bedroom on all fours, tide naked and spread across the bed, and put to use as her pleasure toy for the rest of the evening. Needless to say the entire night was a very erotic experience that we both enjoyed immensely.

In the morning (after providing her bath and breakfast service) we discussed  the evening’s events at which time see abruptly put it as an ultimatum to either serve as her naked slave at least twice a week and throughout any weekend she desired, or, our relationship would end. (Personally, I don’t believe she would have ended it and was just dramatizing things to see if I was willing let her “be” a Dominant.) She openly stated she had fantasized about such a relationship for years and my obedience and performance the night prior was very much to her liking. I offered to try it for a month, she said that would be fine. It lasted for well over another year until she moved away.

uring our time together there was regular dinner service which included me being knelt on the table in front her plate and pumped/suckled until sauce was provide (as stated, she was extremely fond of using me as a source of semen and subjected to many a punishment for not being able to provide enough for her satisfaction), household chores during which she would taunt me for not being erect enough for her liking and then arousing me, occasionally using one of her toys on me from behind while doing  dishes, and a host of other ways in which she would use me to provide her entertainment and sexual pleasure.

One of her favorite methods of putting me to use was to serve her wine, cheese, etc, standing naked next to her chair while she watched TV, stroking and suckling my cock until limp, after which I was to kneel before her suckling her nipples (amazing nipples!) and/or performing oral service on her as long as she saw fit.

On a number of occasions she had me provide late night tea service (while hooded) for her and a couple of her lady friends on the back porch after an evening of girls out for happy hour.  Sometimes she/they had me on all fours on the table while she and her friends prostate milked me into cups as their creamer. Much to my (and her) delight, on a couple of rare occasions she shared me with a lady friend for dinner service and an evening of sexual exploits.

As stated before, this lasted well over a year and I found it to be the most satisfying relationship of my life. In public we were a normal couple (other than our age difference), went on normal dates often, but whenever she demanded, I was her naked slave and play toy.

Unfortunately, this chance relationship is the only D/s one I have been able to be involved in. Beyond not being able to find a new one where the woman will honor the discretion required (no, not married, engaged, etc, 100% single!) is that most of what I see on adult dating sites and the few I have met in person, seem to be more interested in someone they can “abuse” rather than have “serve” them.