{Author's note: it goes without saying this is 90% fiction, 10% I'll let you figure it out.}
As I gazed around the beautifully appointed lobby of the private academy of my dreams, I felt immensely satisfied from the top of my beautifully coiffed head to the tips of my thigh high black leather boots. The marble fireplace and the deep overstuffed leather armchairs created an aura of opulence and vaguely evoked an era where a stern Mistress was the dream of many a proper gentleman, and a firm hand the desire of every young marriageable virgin. Well, gentlemen and virgins might be in short supply, I mused, but there was certainly no short supply of individuals wanting a perfect submissive partner. After all my experience as a Domme, and as a former educator, what was more natural than for me to open a school for submissives? Best of all, as a true sensualist who was equally as attracted to women as men, I might have my pick of delicious submissives of both genders to train, tease and perfect. What would it say for my skill as a Dominant if my reputation were to be based upon the quality of the submissives I sponsored?
I had placed the ad selectively, in certain places online, in other places in old-fashioned hard copy. I had passed the information on to a few clients, and a few former clients, who were actively looking for direction and in some cases, for partners. I was overwhelmed by the volume of the responses I received; I had not been prepared for that! I initially expected I might find it difficult to find the four submissives I would ultimately select as my first 'graduating' class. I worried somewhat that the expensive bedding, the enormous outlay of furnishings, cosmetics, books and various pieces of gear and equipment would take much longer than I expected to begin to pay off. As it turned out, having enough good candidates was hardly my biggest problem. No, a much bigger problem was how to choose which twenty applications I would take forward to select from. There was such a wide range of responses!
There was the ever-eloquent VIP, my adored Maximus Minimus. He addressed his email to me as only he was permitted
Hello darling slut
Your Lord Maximus misses you. I regret that My work continues to keep us apart, as I will remain on the opposite side of the continent for some time to come. I was impressed to see that you have opened a training academy; you are such a clever slut! If the submissives you train, milady, are half as chameleonic as you are yourself, their owners will be lucky. And with that, darling slut, I offer you a challenge. Find a worthy submissive to train for me; I think it's time I had my own plaything, don't you? Since I cannot have you, I will have your simulacrum. Make a slut for me in Thine own image, darling erica.
your Lord
MM
Well. I realised it was time to look for one of my favourite things: A Worthy Cause!
I had a Worthy Causes folder in my email, and I kept an updated list on my phone of a few select individuals I considered as such. A Worthy Cause was a potential submissive who was honest about their desire to submit but their inability to engage my services. I was, quite simply, beyond their price range. However, their emails and sometimes their subsequent emails had convinced me that they wanted the submission much more than just the sex. When I had a Patron who really desired to submit and serve, it was always so much more satisfying! Some of the more generous Patrons occasionally allowed me enough extra funds to take on a Worthy Cause, and now, my dear Maximus was going to sponsor one. Who to choose?
I flipped open the file, and dug into the task at hand. I needed to find a submissive woman to train for my Lord Maximus. She should be younger than me, but not by much, for that was suited to my Lord's taste. As such, she should also have voluptuous curves, a tight wet pussy, and an enormous sexual appetite. I knew all too well how much it pleased lord Maximus to have an eager wanton woman climax beneath his skillful hands and under his oh so watchful eyes. I had been a grateful recipient of many a shattering orgasm beneath those eyes and hands. It would be an absolute testament to my abiliites to provide my beloved Patron with a submissive that would respond to his touch like I did. In the next instant, I knew who would be my first official Worthy Cause; lovely Charlotte.
Charlotte had responded to an ad of mine at the request of a man who insisted she call him Master at all times, in public or private, regardless of circumstance. They had met through an online ad; he had initially approached her as one half of a Dominant couple. At their first meeting, Charlotte had only been half surprised to discover that the woman was not a long term companion to the man calling himself her Master. She was in fact simply another of his regular play partners; a collection of unhappily married women who could not express their kinks with their partners. Though each time he promised he would never do it again, he had casually breached her hard limits repeatedly. That, to me, was his unforgivable sin. Even I have my limits,and I expect mine to be as ironclad as my submissives' are! Through Charlotte's emails, I came to learn that he was in fact a narcissist and a chronic abuser of women masquerading as a Dominant. He had no interest in improving her self esteem through her submission; he sought instead to beat her down to keep her subservient and inferior.
He had kept Charlotte so degraded. He had beaten her and called it BDSM; choked her until she blacked out because she would not agree to a command he tried to give her. Once she came to see that the violence he offered her was not all there was to BDSM, Charlotte left her so-called Master alone. Afterwards, once she had dusted off her pride and cut him out of her life completely, she and I had maintained a friendship as she sought to find a partner that could offer what she needed. Charlotte needed a Dominant who would challenge her; who would push her limits; who would teach her to embrace the pleasures she found in what some would consider taboo. In short, Charlotte needed my Lord Maximus Minimus, who would find in her his long-sought 24/7 submissive slut.
Charlotte had sought my advice again after seeing one of my advertisments for new clientele. She was in her mid-thirties, with thick dark curls that cascaded down her shapely back to stop midway to her remarkable ass. Her athlete's body was tanned, toned and taut again after she had regained control of her own life. She was ready to undertake her long anticipated journey into deep and total power exchange. She was going to give herself, body mind and soul, into my sometimes indulgent, sometimes strict but always entirely safe care. She would be pushed, and punished, and denied and teased and tormented, but she would be cherished and adored so that she could be at her most vulnerable to allow her gift of submission to her Dominant to be complete. She needed a Dominant she could trust enough to expose her true submissive nature to. My lord Maximus would be yin to her yang; they would compliment one another beautifully. Lucky me; I would be the catalyst that would bind them together.
There was the ever-eloquent VIP, my adored Maximus Minimus. He addressed his email to me as only he was permitted
Hello darling slut
Your Lord Maximus misses you. I regret that My work continues to keep us apart, as I will remain on the opposite side of the continent for some time to come. I was impressed to see that you have opened a training academy; you are such a clever slut! If the submissives you train, milady, are half as chameleonic as you are yourself, their owners will be lucky. And with that, darling slut, I offer you a challenge. Find a worthy submissive to train for me; I think it's time I had my own plaything, don't you? Since I cannot have you, I will have your simulacrum. Make a slut for me in Thine own image, darling erica.
your Lord
MM
Well. I realised it was time to look for one of my favourite things: A Worthy Cause!
I had a Worthy Causes folder in my email, and I kept an updated list on my phone of a few select individuals I considered as such. A Worthy Cause was a potential submissive who was honest about their desire to submit but their inability to engage my services. I was, quite simply, beyond their price range. However, their emails and sometimes their subsequent emails had convinced me that they wanted the submission much more than just the sex. When I had a Patron who really desired to submit and serve, it was always so much more satisfying! Some of the more generous Patrons occasionally allowed me enough extra funds to take on a Worthy Cause, and now, my dear Maximus was going to sponsor one. Who to choose?
I flipped open the file, and dug into the task at hand. I needed to find a submissive woman to train for my Lord Maximus. She should be younger than me, but not by much, for that was suited to my Lord's taste. As such, she should also have voluptuous curves, a tight wet pussy, and an enormous sexual appetite. I knew all too well how much it pleased lord Maximus to have an eager wanton woman climax beneath his skillful hands and under his oh so watchful eyes. I had been a grateful recipient of many a shattering orgasm beneath those eyes and hands. It would be an absolute testament to my abiliites to provide my beloved Patron with a submissive that would respond to his touch like I did. In the next instant, I knew who would be my first official Worthy Cause; lovely Charlotte.
Charlotte had responded to an ad of mine at the request of a man who insisted she call him Master at all times, in public or private, regardless of circumstance. They had met through an online ad; he had initially approached her as one half of a Dominant couple. At their first meeting, Charlotte had only been half surprised to discover that the woman was not a long term companion to the man calling himself her Master. She was in fact simply another of his regular play partners; a collection of unhappily married women who could not express their kinks with their partners. Though each time he promised he would never do it again, he had casually breached her hard limits repeatedly. That, to me, was his unforgivable sin. Even I have my limits,and I expect mine to be as ironclad as my submissives' are! Through Charlotte's emails, I came to learn that he was in fact a narcissist and a chronic abuser of women masquerading as a Dominant. He had no interest in improving her self esteem through her submission; he sought instead to beat her down to keep her subservient and inferior.
He had kept Charlotte so degraded. He had beaten her and called it BDSM; choked her until she blacked out because she would not agree to a command he tried to give her. Once she came to see that the violence he offered her was not all there was to BDSM, Charlotte left her so-called Master alone. Afterwards, once she had dusted off her pride and cut him out of her life completely, she and I had maintained a friendship as she sought to find a partner that could offer what she needed. Charlotte needed a Dominant who would challenge her; who would push her limits; who would teach her to embrace the pleasures she found in what some would consider taboo. In short, Charlotte needed my Lord Maximus Minimus, who would find in her his long-sought 24/7 submissive slut.
Charlotte had sought my advice again after seeing one of my advertisments for new clientele. She was in her mid-thirties, with thick dark curls that cascaded down her shapely back to stop midway to her remarkable ass. Her athlete's body was tanned, toned and taut again after she had regained control of her own life. She was ready to undertake her long anticipated journey into deep and total power exchange. She was going to give herself, body mind and soul, into my sometimes indulgent, sometimes strict but always entirely safe care. She would be pushed, and punished, and denied and teased and tormented, but she would be cherished and adored so that she could be at her most vulnerable to allow her gift of submission to her Dominant to be complete. She needed a Dominant she could trust enough to expose her true submissive nature to. My lord Maximus would be yin to her yang; they would compliment one another beautifully. Lucky me; I would be the catalyst that would bind them together.
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