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My College Mistress - Anon
I am a true believer in Female Supremacy, I have been since I first
came to this important realization as a child. I wrote this story some
years back, it was published in an adult female supremacy newspaper
quite some time ago. It is the true real life account of a relationship
I had with a woman I dated in college.
I am married now, to someone else. Although a bit dominant at times, my
wife is no-where near as dominant as this Woman was, or perhaps still
is.
I send it your way for your site for at least two reasons:
1. As a source of ideas for up and coming female supremacist
women, and
2. As a guide for submissive males not to let moments like
these slip through their fingers.
I hope you and everyone visiting your site enjoy it. Sorry if the
language is a bit racy at times, but it is the actual language that was
spoken at the times these things happened.
My College Mistress - The Best Days of My Life
For the purposes of this story, her name was Mistress M. She and I met
about 20 years ago and went our separate ways about 20 years ago;
something I will always and forever regret. We were both attending a
commuter college in the city. I was an upperclassman and she a freshman
student. She was to pledge a sorority and I was already sort of a big
man on campus in a frat of my own. Other guys started to talk of asking
her out but I beat them to her.
The relationship started out the way many do. After a party we had
attended, she needed a ride home and she chose to come with me. We
'made out' in my car. She was beautiful, sensual and seductively
dressed. In time we became a regular item. Since we both still lived at
home, with our respective families, our time together was while we were
in school, evenings when we both finished our school and after school
jobs, and weekends with both of us socializing on weekends and later
usually winding up in 'short stay' motels.
Within the earlier parts of the relationship we discussed our
sexual fantasies, she being more free about her views than I was
with her at first. Her courage and lack of fear of own her
venerability was just one of many early examples of her feminine
strength.
One night while she was masturbating me in the front seat of my
car, after having enjoyed several orgasms of her own, (which was
always the way I knew sex was supposed to be), she kept asking me
about my fantasies. She kept me on the edge of ejaculation and
try as I might to avoid her questions she remained constant, both
in her questions and her sexual manipulations of me.
"Tell Me . . . Tell Me!!!... I have to know . . . I want
to know! Tell me now!" she demanded.
I stammeringly answered, "Well, I kind of like, a, uh, umm,..."
"Tell me," she pressed.
"I kind of like... the way women pee," I finally said.
"Go on," she continued, as she manipulated me.
"I like the see the way it comes out and the sound it makes and I..."
She interrupted me before I could go on.
"Do you want to watch me pee?" she inquired. "Is that all? And do you
want to help me wipe when I'm done? Would you like to help me in the
ladies room? Do you want to help me pull my pants and panties down?
Would you like to kneel down before me and lift my skirt and lower my
panties and pantyhose when I'm dressed up? Do you want me to sit on the
toilet or to squat somewhere else? Do you want me to pee on you?"
I responded the best I could, in an absolute daze of sexual excitement.
"Yes, I kind of like all those things and I love the idea of helping a
woman, .. you, those ways," I answered.
"Do you want to drink it sometime? Is that a fantasy too?"
"Yes, but I am not sure if I'd like to do all of those things yet."
"Humm...I'll just have to see about that. What else... there must be
more... what other ideas do you have? Tell me I want to know. Tell me
now!" as she kept rubbing me, keeping me excited and on the edge.
The more excited I got, the more loose my jaw became. "I, uh, you
know, kind of like women's lingerie and their clothes."
"Do you mean the pretty undies that I already wear or is there
something more? Do you mean you'd like to wear some pretty panties and
maybe a bras well, maybe some stockings or a slip, humm... Tell ME...!"
I could no loner hold the words or truth back from Her. "Yes all Of
that."
"What else?" she continued.
At this point I could no longer nor did I desire to stop myself from
explaining all my fantasies came tumbling out in a flood of
explanation. I told her of my need to serve Womankind, the superior
sex. How being feminine and having a superior female guide me was my
most deeply hidden desire and the most important part of my foundation
of my sexuality. I told her how I would like nothing better than to
have her dress me from the skin out as a female, on a semi-regular or
regular basis. How I'd love to wear a dress and panties, stockings and
a bra with makeup and perfume, to carry a purse, to be feminine, to be
her girlfriend, or anything else, at her command. I was absolutely weak
in my flood of submissive ecstasy.
Her response was, "Good...," as she finally allowed me to cum.
It seemed to be a reward for confessing a truth; a truth she had long
suspected.
Afterward she told me that she and I would have to a little shopping
soon. She also demanded literature on the subject of these fantasies,
and wanted to know did I already own literature on this subject and how
often did I jerk off to this, etc.
She had some of my newspapers and magazines to read shortly thereafter.
In the meanwhile, most outside aspects of relationship remained
relatively normal.
During the middle of the school week, there was a time for student
activities or studying built into the college schedule.
"Get your coat. We have to go shopping," she said to while still
amongst our lunch crowd.
I excitedly followed Her to a nearby major shopping area containing a
large department store.
"You wait here while I go in," she stated.
"How long are you going to be, honey?" I asked.
"As long as I have to be; you stay here and wait. Be helpful to the
women entering and exiting the store; hold the door for them," she said
as she left my sight. Her excursion took about 45 minutes as I stood
there.
"Did you help the women as they came and left?" she inquired with a
knowing smile.
"Yes," I responded.
"Did you enjoy waiting for me as I shopped for your first pretty little
present?"
"Yes. What's in the bag?" My excitement was showing in my pants.
"You'll have to wait until Saturday night, and then only if you're
good."
It seemed like Saturday night took forever to come. When we got into
the motel room, she said, "Take off your clothes while I am in the
bathroom and kneel down here by the bed and wait for me to come out."
When she came out, she asked, "Well... have you been good all week?
Have you been excited about your little present? I bet you just can't
wait."
Looking between my legs she said, "I can see you're excited. O.K. beg
to see what I've got for you."
"Please, please, may I see what you bought for me to wear, please may I
see it?"
"I believe Mistress should precede my name."
"Please Mistress M., may I see what's in the bag?" I begged.
"Well all right, here it is." Out came a pretty lacey feminine pair of
Vanity Fair hipster panties with little pink bow at the top center of
the elastic waist band.
She helped me put them on and she used them to build up our love making
and to, as I see it now, build my fetish up too.
The following weekend, she insisted I wear the panties under my clothes
when we went out to dinner with our mutual friends. She kept on
touching me on the hip through my pants pocket as we sat with there and
slyly smiling at me reducing me to a state of quivering excitement.
Later when we were finally alone, she lovingly and dominantly presented
me with a second pair of pink lacey bikinis with little bows on the
corner of each hip. They turned out to be too small (they were
castrating me and they didn't fit her either - we were the same size,
size seven, as it turned out). She told me that unfortunately this was
a common occurrence in women's clothes and something I would learn a
lot more about in the future.
She said that she'd give the pretty pink panties to her kid sister to
use. Later she added, "Every time you see my sister, you'll never
really know if she's wearing your pretty panties or not. You'll just
have to wonder."
In the coming months her dominance over me became more developed. And
while many aspects of our relationship were to the outside world
normal, in my heart I knew that she knew what I desired most, to be
owned and feminized by dominant loving woman. Her!
By this point, things had progressed to the point of her having me
attempt to drink her 'special drink' directly from its source. I did
not do too well the very first and only time because of the streams'
speed while lying on my back on the floor. She stormed off to the
bathroom and finished relieving herself, and returned to give me a
spanking for disappointing Her. After this transgression, she began to
have me drink it from a glass. She would fill it in the privacy of the
bathroom, with ice cubes while kneeling in front of her, while she
enjoyed whatever we brought for her or while she drank water while
standing or sitting in front of me.
In the motel she would tie me to the clothes rack that was anchored to
the wall and spank me or pull me over her lap for my spanking. She
seemed to like the over the lap position better since she could move
her legs and move my entire body around at her will, allowing my total
vulnerability, giggling as she did. She would ask me questions like,
"Does my cunt taste good. I didn't wipe very well today after peeing in
the ladies' room because I knew I'd have you here to clean me with your
tongue."
"Thank you for your thoughtfulness mistress, you taste delicious,"
would be my reply.
In time, she told me that considering who I actually was my masculine
name really no longer suited me so she had come up with a feminine name
for me. "I think I'll call you Janet; you kind of remind me of a
simpleminded and passive Janet."
Later, she measured my genitals with a tape measure, and even though my
penis was as thick as her wrist, its erect length was only very
slightly longer than 5 inches. She began to tell me and then made me
admit the truth, that I wasn't really much of a man. Since my little
penis was less than the average length of six inches.
"Considering your 'submissive sissy personality' and 'the size of your
tiny little pee-pee, you are more like a female, but not really a
woman. Since you are still flat-chested, you are more like a little
girl, perhaps even a baby girl."
I was her property and all of me, especially what little I had between
my legs, was hers.
"Since you are so inadequately effeminate especially between your legs,
from now on you are to refer to those parts as your tiny little clit,
and below as your labia and vagina; or generally as your pussy." She
started ordering me to. "Wear your tiny girlish pee-pee tucked
backwards between your legs, so no offensive unbecoming budge will
showing in an 'unlady' like way."
When we were together, I was called her little girl, and She frequently
asked me questions like, "How is my little girl doing today? Has she
been good? Have her panties been wet or has she been good and kept them
clean and dry all day? Did she remember to be tidy and wipe herself
after she sat and piddled into her potty? Did she remember to use the
'little girls' room' or did she stupidly wander into the boys room
again? Did my little young lady remember to sit when she made her pee-
pee today? (- an offense punishable by regular spanking and a 'pussy
spanking'.) Has your 'little pussy' been kept all clean and tidy? Let
me see it now little girl, go pee-pee, open your legs, spread your legs
wider and squat."
Months after she had me kneeling before her, and she informed me that
my name was to be changed again, "I've decided on a new name for you. I
don't think the name Janet really suits you. So I've given you a new
name, one that you'll always use in the future. Do you want to know
what is? Beg Me to hear it?"
"Yes Mistress, please tell me my new name, please."
"Your name is no longer Janet, your new name is going to be 'Pussy'. A
name that really suits you. Now what is you new name? Answer me!"
"My new name is... ah..., um..., pussy. My name is Pussy, Mistress," I
humbly answered.
"That's right Pussy, good little girl, good little Pussy," she
dominantly responded. "And remember, that's also what's between your
legs. It is never again to be referred to as a cock or balls, not ever!
It's a pussy, because you are now what you are supposed to have been, a
girl. Apparently the stupid doctor misdiagnosed you at birth as a boy.
I am finally fixing all that. All that is masculine I am taking away
from you. What's between my legs that you worship will now be called my
cunt. Is that understood? When you kneel before me and beg you will
talk to my cunt and not directly to me."
"Sex is pleasure that I receive; sex for you is pleasure you give me,
or whomever I order you to serve. And since we are both females, you
are to purchase dildos and vibrators to give me pleasure since we do
not have any cock we can use when we are alone. In time all my
girlfriends will know about you because you will serve them. Their now
high opinion of you will diminish as you become just a plaything, just
a little girl or perhaps a French maid in front of them. This will
happen at the first party I throw to announce your status change to
them when we eventually move in together.
Maybe I'll let you serve them in the little girls room, which by the
way is what you will call it from now on when you have to make your
pee-pee or whatever. And you must beg for my permission to use the
little girls' room as well, have you got all that? Sometimes I will
just have to say no to you request and make you pee your panties just
for a good laugh or to entertain some of my friends. Also, I want you
to study all females and be like them. How we walk, talk, move, the
clothes they wear, the expressions we use. Did you ever notice how
women lead with their hips when we walk, especially walking down
stairs? It's time for you to be more lady like and you'll be punished
for mistakes and not catching on quickly enough. You are also to sit
when you pee-pee from now on and wipe in the front like a good girl
always, with no more excuses. I guess I'll have to potty train you as a
female but the changes in you this will produce will be worth it, I
guarantee it. And I want to have you learn how to curtsey. Do you
understand?"
"Yes Mistress," I nervously responded quivering in sexual energy.
"I can't wait for your first period when you grow up. What fun we'll
have. You can eventually learn more about your period by changing my
tampons, but of course you'll be starting with sanitary napkins like
all young ladies do. Just think of the fun you are going to have
shopping for all your feminine hygiene and personal needs while I
supervise you."
In the outside world, I became an honorary member of her sorority as
she was now president of the group. On the surface, I had been a big
help to the sorority women in general. In reality, I did as she told me
to do. I was hers and we both knew it. I received a plaque in honor of
my membership. Later that night, I received a traditional sorority
induction spanking while over her lap.
I purchased many vibrators for her to use, some non-phallic, some
phallic, some large, some small. She used them at home when she was
alone and I wasn't there to serve her sexual needs. Once, she almost
got caught by her Aunt, as her Aunt barged into her bedroom without
knocking.
When we were alone, I used my tongue, fingers to serve Her. She had
other fantasies as well. Early on she had a rape fantasy, and others
about being tied down, wrestling, etc. I did my best to make sure these
things happened to her satisfaction.
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My College Mistress - Epilogue
As I stated, that was many years ago. Once, in each of the three years
We were together, she would inform me I was not going to see her that
weekend. She had a date. This action was done very publicly in the
small college we attended. The rumors and peer pressure was enormous. I
really loved her, I was willing to give up my life to save her if such
a need ever arose.
After her date the first year, I was understanding. The second year, I
was upset and hurt. The third year, it caused our breakup. I was
devastated and I didn't, at the time, understand that She had a right
to do this. We were also both receiving extremely bad information and
advice on relationships from our respective highly dysfunctional
families and so-called friends (all of these friends, I no longer have
any contact with today), so we never got back together. First she tried
for some time to reunite, and when she gave up trying, I then realized
my ego oriented mistake, and I tried to reconnect but it was too late.
She was involved with someone else, the man she eventually married.
My relationship with my Mistress in this story was the most intense,
most loving, and best of my life, both the kinky and more normal parts.
Emotionally, to quote part of an old song, "I would trade all of
My tomorrows, for one single yesterday, to be . . " ... kneeling before
This Goddess, begging to be hers and giving her the kind of life she
truly deserves.
Let this serve as an example to all submissive non-females out there
Reading this. When you find in your life the perfect FEMALE to serve,
listen to no-one. Follow your heart, mind, desires and destiny. Love
HER, live for HER, give to HER your all; no challenge is too great to
endure, no so-called humiliation too extreme. It is the destiny of all
non-females to serve, as those of us who are awakened can never go
back.
Surrender. Surrender and be victorious. There is true strength in
submissively serving a dominant woman.
I would gladly give my body for Her to use as she wished, in any way,
even if it meant becoming female. I do not care who knows it. I only
hope, that she stills reads stories like this and sees this letter and
knows, even though she at last report is married to the man she dated
immediately after we broke up, if she ever needs me in anyway, I am
there for her, without condition. The main reason for not giving my
real name is to protect her name and Her privacy.
--- End ---
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