24 Hours to Serve Her

Well, I made it. Mistress has written to me and confirmed acceptance of my submission to Her and my continued service. The three month anniversary actually occurred on the 10th of January, 1.00pm but hey.. whose counting!

To celebrate that, Mistress asked me to spend 24 hours with Her, starting at midday on the 10th where i was to meet Her in London after Her attendance at a club the previous night. So, that's as good a place to start as any.

It had been three weeks since i'd last seen Mistress. Actually, that's not strictly true. We did speak over skype one night during the Christmas and New Year period but that was not as successful as either of us had hoped to due to connection issues etc. But in person, there had been a three week hiatus and this bought that to an end.

We had an busy day ahead with Mistress wanting to get some new stockings from What Katie Did over on Portobello Road, have some lunch (instructions - chicken or fish and healthy salad) and then if time permitted to the Wellcome Collection for the Institute of Sexology. Finally, off to the apartment we had for the evening.

Most of this went well even if we did traverse London from East to West and back East again. But that's the life i choose and i have no complaints, Eventually, we ended back at the apartment where we had drink, some light snacks and where we planned to consummate the anniversary with my submission.

I had previously been forewarned by Mistress that She was packing various weapons and toys, including one of Her larger strapons, commonly known as Goldicock which I'd be entertaining. But that was to come much later.

Now, i could just end it here and use the age old excuse of not wanting to describe in detail what happened between us. But where's the fun in that!! So I'll see how things go.

We started of talking. A lot. About a lot of things but mainly about the last three months and what my feelings were etc. I'm pretty open and honest about these sort of things. My feeling are pretty well known to Mistress and as i've previously written this was not a quick decision to submit but was the end result of a lot of chats and days out to get to know one another. Of course, i wanted to know more about how i was doing etc and how i was dealing with things. Eventually though and quite naturally, i went off to get myself ready for what i knew was about to happen.

Presenting myself to Mistress, i surprised myself by also presenting my collar to Her for me to wear. Now, the collar is quite a difficult topic for me as i have, unsurprisingly i guess, quite strong views on this, feeling as i do that the significance of the collar is sometimes lost when they are given so willingly and quickly to a submissive. Mistress and i had discussed this at great length but did agree that a collar for when we were out at events, to show that i was not available rather than actually collared was appropriate and it was this i presented. It seemed natural and the correct thing to do. Plus, it matched the fetching pair of red silk briefs i had on from xdress, bought especially for this evening.

Can I just say this now. I am not a pussy.. I really can deal with pain but i have never encountered anyone who can squeeze my nipples as hard as Mistress. Really.. no-one. It's painful, makes me squirm and Mistress, knowing this, just does it more! Ok, that's out of the way. But wow.. my nipples came under attack from tooth and nail for some time until we ended up on the bed, me tied down, arse up for the assault that was going to take place. That I won't really bore you with, but we moved from the bed where i was fucked, electrocuted and generally used to the pulled out sofa bed where it continued some time afterwards with Goldicock. But eventually, all good things come to an end and i was untied, allowed to clean myself up and rest. Sleep eventually came, no torture during the night and eventually morning.

Now, here's the thing. i have yet to leave Mistress, when spending any time with Her in the last three months, without being beaten and of course this was going to be no exception. i just waited for this to happen whilst Mistress got Herself ready. Then of course, i was summoned and told to choose a weapon. Not much choice.. all were going to hurt so i took the cowards choice and presented the whip, the martinet and the quirt to Mistress. i was not to know what had been selected until the first hit. This was new. Not quite single tail, not as intense as the martinet and not as thuddy as a flogger. But a sharp, biting pain. i don't count the blows. i've never been asked to and to what end. I'm not allowed to ask for it to stop so i stand and accept what is given to me but for this i found myself wanting it to end. Then i realised, i was not letting go and when i did, it was easier to deal with and when the impact was harder, i found myself able to accept what was being meted out to me. My back felt hot and marked. But here's the rub. The next day, there were little or no marks. No reminder of what had happened to celebrate this small anniversary and my passing into acceptance by Mistress.

And that brings me to the point of this post i guess. The reminder does not have to be physical. Even now, writing this, i can remember minute details of what happened during the 24 hours of service and it's that memory that i will cherish rather than the vanity of looking in the mirror at a marked back acting as a reminder.

We did eventually leave the apartment and headed over to London Fetish Fair, rather earlier than i have ever been before for a quick shopping trip before taking Mistress to the train station and Her journey home. Our time together, for now, had come to and end and i went back to whatever life i call normal.

So, what did I learn. Well, i learnt that tea-cups have to be placed with the handle at 4 o'clock to the recipient and the spoon placed across the top of the saucer. I confirmed to myself that i can relax (not in a tardy way) with Mistress and just give myself to Her. i learnt that Mistress thought i was a pussy! But most of all, i learnt that this was the best thing to happen for a long time and right now, i don't want it to stop.

Three months in..

Well, here we are. It's 2015 already and I'm as excited as I've ever been about upcoming events in my life.

First some updates. Just over a year ago, November 2013, I was at a fetish party held by a good friend. Lot's of people I knew, as ever, but also a lot of new faces. Seems that it had turned into a bit of an after party for Pedestal and quite a few people had come from that. In particular, one person, a Mistress as it happens, stood out with a certain calmness, a sense of who She really was, amongst the usual drunk, stoned and generally fucked up crowd that gathered at these particular parties.

So of course, billy brave here had to talk to this Mistress whom he'd never seen before. And I'll say now, so glad I did. That conversation just intrigued me. We seemed to share a common view on fetish and BDSM, knew a lot of the same people but had just not really encountered each other before. From that meeting, we had a few chats over social media, then informally met up at Pedestal, another party, went out to some other vanilla events and in October last year, I finally gave my submission to Mistress and this was formally accepted by Her.

And what a whirlwind the last 3 months have been! I have truly rediscovered my passion for BDSM, my love of fetish and my desire to be hurt. Best of all though is that Mistress shares all my passions and then some. For the first time in just so many years, I know this is not a game. The is very real and my submission goes beyond just a session every now and then. My life is becoming intertwined with Hers, my needs are subjugated to Hers, i find myself thinking of how i can make Her life easier.

And here we are, at the three month point and we meet this weekend. There has been an implied, but not defined, probation period for the past three months. I have joked that we have both been on probation but it's also been made clear that I'm not allowed to quit! This is a serious lifestyle commitment that i have to make work alongside my normal life. And I'll be honest, there are times when it's a challenge to accommodate my work life and my submission together. I have always traveled for my job and whilst this has eased back in the last year, the indications are that it will increase over the next 12-18 months. i won't always be around at the weekends or other times i'm required. But i try to make to work and so far seem to be able to do so.

All that aside, i will confess to being happier than i have been for a long time. Once again my body regularly carries the marks of being beaten, of having needles puncture my flesh or (Mistresses favourite) staples punched into my body and of course, being the masochist i am, i just crave more or the same. But it's also a feeling of trust when i am with Mistress that i have only really felt a few times in my life. I trust Her to know when i am at my limit, to know when i can be pushed further and to take me there. i am used as Mistress pleases, when She pleases and i could want for nothing more, well.. actually i just want more.

i've no idea what the next three months will be like, More of the same of no doubt, Saying that, no two encounters with Mistress have been the same. Each time brings its own unique intensity and passion. But i'm sure that i will be taken deeper into submitting to Mistress and my life will continue to change and evolve as i submit.