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True tales of submission and cross-dressing : Chapter One - Meisterin It is my intention to write a series of true life stories, detaling various encounters and adventures I have had. I know the site's called "Fictionmania", so I hope my contributions are not unwelcome. The stories are not as racy as most of the fiction posted on here, but remember than these stories are real, and described to the best of my memory (of course all speech is paraphrased). Hopefully the fact that these are real events and real characters will add a new dimension to the stories. I have little in the way of writing skills; it is merely my intention to recount the events as best as I can! This first chapter is an account of my first D/s relationship, and also gives a very brief background to my particular fetishes. -------------------------------------------- Intro ----- I can't remember what came first - my tendencies for submission, or cross-dressing. As a confused teenager, I would have fantasies about being the victim of imprisonment, bondage, and sexual abuse. I would also try on my mother's and sister's clothes when I was home alone, and sometimes try on makeup. But back then I didn't really make an association between the two. Fast-forward a few years, into my early twenties. The excesses of student life had occupied my time over the last few years, and I'd not had time for much except pouring cheap booze down my throat and trying (mainly in vain) to get laid. But now I was having these fantasies of submission again... stronger than ever. The spread of porn and newsgroups on the internet made me realise that I was not alone, and in fact maybe it wasn't that unusual at all. After months of deliberation, I finally decided to act on my urges, and made an appointment with a professional dominatrix. Big mistake. 60 minutes of shuffling round in over-sized heels and a tacky PVC maids dress, making cups of tea and washing up. It reminded of a scene from Eurotrash, it felt ridiculous and it was obvious that the mistress was acting - badly! At the end of the session she told me to kneel in front of her and masturbate, but I'd had enough... I just wanted to go home. A few weeks later I discovered a couple of BDSM personals sites, and decided to place an advert or two. I was hoping that this could lead to a more "genuine" experience than my encounter with the pro-domme. However, it soon became apparent that male subs far outnumbered dominant females, and I doubted whether I would have any success. I got a few mails from Dom men, but I was not interested... I was straight, and the thought of sexual interaction with a man did nothing for me. I had almost given up hope, but after returning from a short holiday, I found an interesting mail in my inbox. "I am a German woman living in London, looking for a young slave. It would be my wish to strip him of free will, and make him totally subservient to me through discipline and training. Please respond if you think you are up to it". I had never thought of myself as a "slave", but nevertheless this short message had me interested straight away. I responded immediately, and we commenced an email correspondence that would last for 2 or 3 weeks. She was close to my age, just 3 or 4 years older. But she didn't send me a photo of herself, she didn't even tell me her name. To be honest I didn't really pay too much thought to her requirements and expectations, I was just getting completely carried away with it all. She asked me all sorts of questions, but I just said what I thought she wanted to hear. It was stupid of me, but I was new to all this, and rather naive. First meeting ------------- We arranged to meet one Friday evening, in her home town of Greenwich. I had instructions to arrive freshly showered and shaved, wearing a white shirt. I was to bring a black pen, and a black cigarette lighter. All rather random, I thought... but I realised that I actually liked being told what to do, and having instructions to follow. I arrived at Greenwich station at 7:30, and nervously called her as instructed. There was no answer. I eventually got through at around 7:35, and heard her voice for the first time. "You're late", she scolded. I hesitated... I didn't want to sound as though I was blaming her, so I blurted out: "I am sorry, it was out of my control". I can never think of the right thing to say... it is a weakness of mine. Anyway, she gave me directions to the local park, and how to find the bench she was sitting on. Five minutes later, I had found her. She was tall and athletic looking, with short spiky blonde hair. She had several piercings and a few tattoos, and her clothes had a slightly masculine look. Black trousers, tight black short sleeved shirt, and black boots. But yet she was not butch - there was something undeniably feminine which cut through her attire. "Sit next to me", she said. "Am I how you imagined"? "I don't know", I mumbled. "I try not to have any preconceptions about people". "Really?", she asked. "You didn't have a mental picture of me at all"? Perhaps she thought that I'd been imagining a stereotypical long haired, corset-wearing dominatrix. But I honestly had no idea what to expect. I soon found out why I had been told to bring the lighter - whenever she put a cigarette in her mouth, I was to immediately light it for her. I tried my best to remember, but nerves got the better of me, and she needed to remind me at least twice throughout the evening. We walked through the park and re-capped some of the things we'd spoke about in our email correspondences. While we walked, she made me carry her handbag. At first I tucked it under my arm to try and look somehow inconspicuous, but she told me to put it on my shoulder, so I obeyed. She suggested we went to a pub, so she took me to the local gay pub. She stopped before the door, and I dutifully opened it for her ahead of me. I had to get the drinks from the bar, but she wouldn't let me pay for her drinks or mine - she was clearly an independent woman. She tried to embarrass me by telling me that guys in the pub were checking me out, and asked me if I'd ever had sex with a man. It was working, and I'm sure I blushed. She knew how to humiliate me, and enjoyed watching me squirm! After the drinks, we walked back to her place. Again, I was carrying her handbag and lighting her cigarettes. After a long walk, we reached her place - a shared flat in a frankly ugly concrete council block. But her room was not so bad - it was large and imaginatively decorated, and smelled strongly of incense sticks. When we were alone, she clicked her fingers. It had been explained to me that this meant I was to strip straight away, so I did just that. Of course, a few girls had seen me naked before, but not like this... she was closely watching me take off my clothes, and examining my naked body. It felt uncomfortable, I had never been happy about my skinny frame. But of course, I had little choice in the matter. She sat down on a wooden chair, and told me to kneel in front of her. She put a collar round my neck, attached a leash to it, and told me to lick her boots. It was so exciting... my heart was racing as she pushed my head downwards, and made me lick her boots clean. It was a moment I'll never forget. I was told that I should call her Meisterin - German for "Mistress" at all times. She told me to get up, and stand with my hands against the wall. She opened a cupboard, revealing a variety of implements... a cane, a leather paddle, a heavy belt, a crop, and cat o nine tails. She picked up the cat, and walked over to me. She explained that I would receive one strike for every mistake I had made. One for calling late, one for each time I'd failed to light her cigarette, once for when I'd tried to get away with carrying her bag under my arm. After each stroke, I was to count the number of strokes and say "thank you Meisterin". I can't remember how many times she hit me, but it was quite a few. It hurt a lot, and I was on the brink of tears. My bottom had actually started to bleed slightly. I felt like such a wimp, letting someone do this to me for what seemed like relatively minor misdemeanours. But what choice did I have? I was naked in her room, on a collar and leash, and feeling more vulnerable than ever. She was mentally stronger than me, and probably physically stronger than me too. I simply did not feel capable of protesting, all I could do was obey her, and fight back the tears. I started to realise how naive I had been, and that I was into something I hadn't really understood. She wasn't playing, this was for real. Luckily the worst part of the evening was over with, there was to be no more punishment that night. I was allowed to take a breather for a few minutes, before Meisterin put a pile of clothes on the floor in front of me. Women's clothes. Amongst these clothes there were 3 different outfits, each with its own title. I found out what my black pen was for, as she handed me a school style exercise book. I was to make a note of each outfit. "Serve" consisted of transparent black panties, black suspender belt, black stockings, cream silky blouse and a black skirt. The "Club" outfit was comprised of a silky black thong, mini skirt, tan tights, and a maroon bustier top. Finally the "Street" outfit consisted of beige leggings and a light blue T-shirt, with a pair of her own black lacy underwear. She made me try on each outfit at a time, looking at me from different angles, admiring her choice of clothing. She was treating me as a human Barbie doll, but I wasn't complaining, and at last I was actually enjoying myself... even if my bum was stinging like mad! She told me that she wasn't interested in actually trying to make me look like a girl, with makeup and wigs. I think her aim was more to humiliate me and strip me of masculinity. She had thought of a new name for me - from now on she would refer to me as "june". Appropriate, seeing as today's date was June 1st. Eventually she told me to put my regular clothes back on. She handed me the black thong I was wearing earlier, and also gave me a matching silky black vest top. I was to take these home, and wear them in bed during the week. While doing this, I would write down my thoughts in my exercise book. I left her flat, and walked round the streets trying to find a bus or taxi, not having a clue where I was. Decision time ------------- What was I to do? I knew I had got into this deeper than I had anticipated. Half of me couldn't wait to be back in the powerful presence of Meisterin, and under her control again. But the other half of me thought that I'd be best out of a relationship in which I would be regularly beaten and humiliated. I decided that I would see how the next meeting went, and if I still felt uncomfortable with the situation, then I would make an excuse to break things off. The following Friday I went straight to her place. I made sure I wasn't late this time, and brought the exercise book, pen, and lighter with me. I was wearing a white shirt again, and was freshly bathed and shaved. I didn't want to take a beating this time if I could help it. She answered the door, and led me into her room. Again, she clicked her fingers, signalling me to undress. She inspected me... she noted that I was clean shaven, and asked if I'd taken a shower. Stupidly, I replied that I'd actually had a bath. "You stupid little bitch", she exclaimed. "Can't you do as you're told?" Oh shit. I'd fucked up again. I really had to be more alert if I was going to make it out of here in a better state than last week. I was told to sit. If I had to move around the room, I would do so on all fours. I could not stand unless specifically told to. I was also not allowed to look her directly in the eye unless told to. She told me to wear the "street" outfit - the biege leggings and pale blue girly T-shirt. She then told me to go and make her a cup of tea, which I did. Fine in theory, until I met her male flatmate in the kitchen. He looked at me strangely, but then introduced himself, and actually made polite conversation with me! I was so embarrassed to be seen like this. It later turned out than she had told him that her "gay friend" was visiting, so maybe that explains why he wasn't as freaked out as me. It was all part of her plan to humiliate me. Back in her room, Meisterin put me on a collar and leash again. She gagged me, handcuffed me, and tied the leash to her chair leg while she slowly drank her tea. Thankfully she seemed satisfied with the tea. When she had finished, she untied my leash from the chair, and tugged on it, signalling me to move towards her. Without thinking, I rose to my feet. Another mistake, which naturally did not go unnoticed. She pulled me over to her desk, and bent me over it. She pulled down my leggings and panties, exposing my bottom. I was expecting another beating, but it was not to be. At least, not yet. She held her body against mine from behind, and started thrusting her hips into me. It felt good, although I was in a lot of pain where the corner of the desk was digging into me. She put on a pair of latex gloves, and started touching my genitals and anus. she applied some cool gel to my hole, and inserted a finger inside me. "You like that, don't you, june"? She teased. "Oooh yes", I groaned. In truth, I wasn't sure... this was the first time I'd experienced any kind of anal penetration, and it was a very strange feeling. Simultaneously pleasurable and uncomfortable. She started thrusting into me, holding her hand to her crotch, as if she was fucking me. When she eventually withdrew her hand, I realised I had been dribbling pre-cum. This, apparently, was not considered acceptable, and punishment followed swiftly. This time, she selected her crop to beat me with. Again, I would count the strokes and thank her after every one. Luckily that crop did not hurt as much as the cat - it was more of a dull pain than a sharp, cutting pain. And thankfully I had not "earned" as many strokes as last week. Still, I had decided that this was not for me. I was going to look for a way out. Meisterin clicked her fingers again, and I dutifully stripped. She produced a bowl of water, some shaving foam and a razor. She also had a printed document. "I am going to shave off your pubic hair, and also the hair around your little pussy hole, OK? And after that, I have a slave contract for you to read and sign". I was silent. I was trying to think of what to say to get out of this situation. I didn't really want to be shaved, but more importantly, I certainly didn't want to sign some sort of contract, signing my free will and individuality away. This was too much. I had to end things now. "Is that OK, june?", she asked again, impatiently. "I... I... erm". I mumbled, struggling for words. I was scared of this woman, and what she might do if I pissed her off. "What is it?", she snapped. "I don't want to be shaved", I offered meekly. "And I'm not sure if I want to sign a contract. For instance, I may want to see other women". This was a lie, I hadn't got laid for well over a year, and there was little chance of me seeing any other women any time soon. Still, I figured it was a guaranteed way of putting an end to this whole thing. "WHAT?!", Meisterin angrily responded. "What the fuck do you mean?" "I wasn't aware I was entering an exclusive relationship, and maybe it's best if we call an end to it". She was pissed off, to put it mildly. I was really starting to wish I'd come up with a better excuse. One which wouldn't infuriate this volatile and scary woman. Something to do with a sick relative in Scotland would have been a good one. But she soon calmed down. We sat and talked for a while. She seemed human for the first time, even seemed to imply that it was her fault, for not making her expectations clearer. I was quite taken aback at this shift in dynamic. She seemed disappointed, hurt even. And I started to feel a little guilty for putting her through this. She was a clever woman. She knew what she was doing. She wasn't giving up, she was just changing her angle. I became self conscious, as I was still naked. I asked if I could put on some clothes. She handed me a silky black teddy. "It's not quite what I had in mind!", I said. "Why not? Come on, I bought it especially for you, at least let me see you in it? I need to go to the toilet, why not put it on while I'm gone?" "OK, I guess it can't do any harm", I answered. I put it on, and the silky material felt good against my body. Against my will I started to get hard. Meisterin came back in the room, and giggled. "You look really cute", she said. "I really like this stuff, it looks great on you. Maybe I should have been a lesbian or something!". She put her hand on mine, and looked at me. She leaned towards me, and kissed me like I had never been kissed before. She pulled me in tightly, and her kiss was hard, almost aggressive. What was happening? Hadn't I just ended this? I didn't understand. But I felt powerless to stop her. I put my arms round her neck, assuming the feminine role. She caressed my body and my hard penis through the silky lingerie, and we kissed intensely for a long time. "I was going to make you go down on me tonight", she said. "But you went and ruined it. What am I going to do with you now, june?" Finding a balance ----------------- We communicated by email every day the following week. I was more confused than ever after our passionate kiss. I still knew that the sensible thing would be to stay away, but yet again I found myself drawn to Meisterin. She was clearly eccentric to say the least, but undeniably exciting, and I wanted to know where things would lead. We agreed to meet again for a drink and a chat, and we got to know each other a little better. She showed me some feminist literature, which portrayed men as brainless drones, motivated only by their sex drive. She also explained that she'd been in an abusive relationship, which I guess explained her desire to dominate and humiliate a man, and strip him of his masculinity. Perhaps it was kind of a revenge for her, or perhaps her gift to the world... turning sex-crazed, violent men into obedient sexless submissives. We continued with an uneasy mixture of friendship, play, and "training". We exchanged punk rock CDs, talked about movies, and went for walks. But she'd also give me orders to carry out (e.g. doing her shopping and chores), and she'd added other commands to her repertoire as well as the finger clicking (e.g. "down" meant I was to drop to the floor face down, "inspection" meant I was to stand with my legs spread, hands behind my head). Sometimes, when she had the place to herself, I would dress in the "Serve" outfit and cook her dinner. I would sit blindfolded and bound while she ate, and she would feed me a few mouthfuls of food. She still made me dress in her choice of clothing when we were at her place, and before meeting she'd give me instructions regarding my preparation, or behaviour when we were together. For instance, she might tell me to arrive wearing knickers, and with my butt-plug inside me. Sometimes I would spend the night at her place - of course, dressed in a girl's nightie. But overall, she was more relaxed and less strict. She would still sometimes get mad at me for small things - for instance, she once asked me to get her some chocolate, and when I asked what kind, she dragged me into her room by my hair and shouted at me! But at least she didn't flog me often. The exercise book became something of a journal - I would keep notes of instructions and orders given to me by Meisterin, and she also told me to keep notes of my fantasies. Sometimes she would tell me to dress in a certain way when going to bed, and to masturbate (but usually not to climax), and write my thoughts down. If these reports were not thorough enough, or not in the specified format, she would tell me off, or even flog me. But the floggings were getting less common, and were noticeably less severe. I think this was because she was starting to care about me more, and no longer enjoyed inflicting pain on me. But I think she always wanted to keep the threat of physical punishment there, to ensure my obedience. My training became more sexual in nature, and she started to train me more on how to please her. She taught me how to kiss her breasts and nipples the way she liked, with me on the collar and leash. She would sometimes tie me to her bed face up, and she would lower herself down onto me, pushing her pussy into my face, and instruct me on what to do with my tongue. She was starting to rely on more subtle methods of control, rather than violence and anger. She was controlling me through sex, and even when we were apart, my journal reports meant that she was on my mind every night when I went to bed, and whenever I masturbated. Despite the highly sexual nature of our relationship, we had never had penetrative sex - as far as she was concerned, she was the dominant partner, it would have been inappropriate for me to penetrate her. However, she was keen on the idea of her penetrating me. One morning, after spending the night at her place, we went to a fetish shop in central London. She was wearing particularly masculine clothing - combat trousers and an army-style tank top, tattoos on full display. She took a considerable amount of time browsing the strap-ons, and made sure everyone in the shop knew that I would be on the receiving end. She also took great delight in trying out an assortment of the bondage gear on me, right there in the shop. She told me in an email the next day how much she got off on publicly broadcasting the fact that I was submissive to her. Although I don't think the shop staff were quite so enthusiastic. "Defloration of june" --------------------- The next time we met, I had a set of instructions as always. I was to bring my butt plug, some lube, condoms, my exercise book, a black pen, and cigarettes. I was to arrive wearing one of the sets of female underwear she had given me for my masturbation/journal ritual. And of course, I was told an exact time to arrive at, which wasn't to be deviated from. Meisterin had laid out my outfit on the bed. There was a white blouse, pinafore school dress, and a school tie. There were also stockings and suspenders to wear over the underwear I was already wearing. I changed into the clothes she had picked for me, and was told to sit at her desk. Meisterin put my exercise book and pen on the table, and gave me sets of lines to write. 25 x "I can not make decisions for myself, and I need my Meisterin to provide instructions". 25 x "I am a sissy who needs to be fucked, and I need Meisterin's cock inside my virgin hole" When I had finished writing my lines, Meisterin asked me to produce my butt plug. But disaster had struck, I could not find it! I had definitely packed it - so it must have fallen out of my bag when I was in the car. Meisterin was FURIOUS with me, I had not seen her like that since the early days. She was so angry, she made me go down to the car in the schoolgirl outfit and fetch it. I was so scared of going outside dressed like that, but what could I do? Despite the mellowing of our relationship, I was still scared of her, and didn't really feel as though I had a choice when she told me to do something. Humiliated, I returned to the flat with my butt-plug. She grabbed me and practically dragged me back into her room. "I know you don't like it when I punish you, june. But you've been such a bad girl, I really don't have any choice but to teach you a lesson". "Yes Meisterin", I replied. "My mistake was unacceptable". "Stand against the wall, and remember to count the strokes and thank me after each one". "Yes Meisterin". Ten strokes of the cane followed, and as I was biting my lip to get through the pain, I started to wonder if the relationship really had changed as much as I thought it had? I still hated being punished, but I loved the fact that she had the power over me to do it if she wanted to. It was this power which was so addictive. Meisterin then had another costume change for me - for the final time. A silky white teddy, with a popper fastening at the crotch. I put it on, and was told to move to the bed - at which point I was given the "down" command, meaning I was to lie face down. Meisterin went to the cupboard, and came back with latex gloves and the lube I had brought. She opened the teddy at the crotch, and I felt the lube being applied around my anus, and then she worked a finger inside, lubricating my entrance. She swiftly slid the butt plug inside me, and I let out a short gasp. "Hold the butt plug inside you. Every time it falls out, you will be punished". "Yes Meisterin, I will try my best", and I meant it. I clenched my buttocks with all my strength to hold that plug in place! And for the most part it worked, but it was hard work. Eventually she turned me onto my back, blindfolded me, and tied my hands to the bed. I could hear the sound of straps being fastened, and I knew that she was putting on her new strap-on. She spent a couple of minutes doing something else - I later found out that she was setting up a video camera to capture the event. She moved onto the bed, and put her rubber cock into my mouth. "Suck my cock, june. Get it right into your mouth". I dutifully obeyed, and had to open wide to get the thing into my mouth. I was very worried about how it was going to fit inside me. She thrust it gently into my mouth, as though she was fucking my face. She then removed my butt plug, and lifted my ankles into the air. She moved further towards me, and pushed my ankles further back so that my hole was clearly exposed. The strap-on cock slid quite easily into me, it seems that the butt clenching exercise had loosened the muscles. She started quite slowly, with only a shallow penetration. I moaned in tandem with her thrusts - since out first meeting I had got quite used to anal play, and had come to enjoy it, but I had never had anything this large inside me before. Just as I was beginning to adjust, she started penetrating deeper, at which point I let out a cry of pain. "shhhh, it's OK june", came the surprisingly sympathetic response, as she backed off a little - but not much. The thrusts continued for a long time, the woman certainly had stamina. I remembered my own attempts at love making, when I had generally become exhausted after only 5 minutes! No such problems for my Meisterin, as my hole felt like it was going to get torn apart. Eventually she pulled out, took off my blindfold, and undid my wrists. "Fuck me, you bitch", came the command. I was shocked, but did not hesitate. I climbed on top of her, and started pumping away. But it soon became obvious that it was an anti-climax for both of us, especially compared with her own athletic performance which had left me in ecstasy - albeit in some considerable pain. Moving on --------- The video made quite some viewing... a young man in white lingerie, getting savagely fucked by this tattooed woman. But she'd inserted some amusing captions, and ridiculously dramatic music. I wished she'd shared that sense of humour more often. She said she was considering submitting it as part of her media degree course, but somehow I doubt there is much artistic merit to be found in a fixed-camera sex tape. Meisterin had really enjoyed fucking me, I think even more than I enjoyed being fucked. In her email the following morning, she said that she regarded me as her girl, and that she thought I was much more comfortable being a girl sexually than being a man. She also said that the only reason she made me fuck her was to confirm her belief that in our relationship, I was the girl and she was the man. She was right, of course. She even went as far as to say that I looked ridiculous in male clothing. To her, I was a girl, so I should be dressed accordingly. She had drawn up a new contract - she still wanted a written guarantee that I would obey her, and that she would have the right to do what she wanted to me, within certain boundaries. I was not as shocked about this idea as I was before, and we went through her draft version and discussed various aspects of it. But ultimately I was not comfortable with the concept. Meanwhile, she had been chatting with another guy, with the potential of introducing him into our arrangement. She admitted that she had many fantasies about me being fucked by a man. I had already told her that I didn't want to have sex with a guy, but she felt sure that she could guide me towards it. She suggested that I took the role of a slut or prostitute - initially the third party would primarily be an onlooker, and would just watch me being used my Meisterin, and maybe I would serve him drinks, give him a massage, etc. In a second session I would be dressed in slutty clothes and instructed to give him oral sex, and ultimately she would "give" me to him, and he would fuck me on her bed - possibly with her holding me down. She was envisaging a whole new stage of "slut training", which would involve learning further how to please her, as well as serving men sexually. Punishment would remain very much part of this training, to ensure that I maintained effort and concentration. I think I was scared off by a combination of the contract, and the fact that she wanted me to have sex with men. In some ways, I regret not taking our relationship further. And, if anyone is still reading this, I'm sure many would think I was mad for letting go. I think about Meisterin most days, and wonder what she is doing. I know she moved out of London a few years ago, and was living with a submissive cross-dresser in her new home - but we lost touch a while ago. Meanwhile, I've gone on to have a normal life with a normal girlfriend... but still manage to get up to the occasional adventure, as hopefully you will find out in my other stories!