The following is for entertainment...or to be ignored.  Whatever.
I offer it nonetheless.



                    Pam and I



Pam and I met while we were both  full-time graduate students at
the university.  She and I had both taken leaves from our jobs to
devote ourselves to completing Masters degrees in two years.
That meant that we spent a lot of time on campus.  We met in a
class we were taking together. She was an excellent researcher
and I was a whiz with the computer.  We got together and help
each other studying and doing research papers.  Our relationship
developed slowly.  We went out to dinner several times and did
not end up having sex until we had know each other a few months.



Pam was clearly my type.  A petite, 5' 1"  brunette, with a
nicely shaped figure.  Her best feature was my favorite.  She has
an ass that would not quit.  Breasts have never been important to
me, and although Pam's are nothing to ignore, I admit being
infatuated with her derriere.  All she has to
do is parade in front of me with a pair of string bikini panties
and I'm done for.

In bed we seemed good together as well.  She enjoys making love
frequently and  appreciates spending hours at building to out
climatic endings.  Early on, our sex was pretty tame, but as we
grew more comfortable wit each other, we were able to experiment
a little bit.  However, it took a while before I could share with
Pam my hidden fantasies.  These fantasies, which I've had for
years but was never able to act out, had to do with submitting to
a female.  I had a deep craving to be under the command of a
dominating woman who would have me perform for her pleasure.  I
wanted to be controlled and abused.  Because this had been
nothing more that masturbatory fantasies, I really wasn't sure to
what extend I could or would tolerate such handling in reality.
However, I was willing to explore my limits.  Needless to say, I
had never been able to verbalize such feelings with anyone I had
slept with before.  I wasn't something I though I could talk to
Pam about either.

After a trip I took back home, I brought back a magazine I had
purchased at the airport.  It was one of those small periodicals
that features articles on fantasies and letters supposedly sent
in by readers.  The cover featured a leather clad model with a
whip and indicated that the feature articles were about female
domination.  It took a while to get the nerve up to ask the clerk
to sell it to me (they were behind the register), but I was so
excited by the chance to read about my own hidden
desires that I finally mustered up the courage.  I stuffed the
magazine in my bag and didn't even open it until I was in the
privacy of my own room.  I was not disappointed.  It was filled
with wild and wonderful stories and letters that zeroed in on my
fantasies.  I couldn't read it for more that a
minute without having a raging erection.  There were stories I
read and re-read many times over.

As it turned out, Pam's roommate dropped out of school and she
was in need of someone to share her apartment with.  We were both
a little uneasy about moving our relationship up a notch by
living together, but we decided to go for it anyway.  I moved in
and we ended up sleeping together and creating a study out of the
second bedroom.  A few weeks after I moved in, Pam came across
my magazine in a box of stuff I had yet to unpack.  She laughed
and asked about it.  I told her it caught my  eye at the airport
several months back and I bought it.  She sat down and began to
readit.  My heart was racing.  This might finally be my chance to
explore my secret desires.  Fifteen minutes later, she was still
reading.  I wanted to say something, to ask her what she thought,
but I was too frightened.  I didn't want to hurt our relationship
and I was fearful that she might think I was weird.

A few minutes later Pam called me in from the other room.  She
looked at me smiling and asked what I thought about the articles
in the magazine.  "Do you find them exciting?", she asked.
"Some of them.", I replied cautiously.  "Which ones?", she
retorted.  By now my heart was pounding in my rib cage.  "I don't
know.  Just some of them.  I don't think they're for real
anyway."  Then to my surprise and delight, she told me that she
found them to be exciting.  In fact, she was horny from reading
the magazine and wanted to make love right then.  We did.
When we finished, I decided to share my secret with Pam.  I told
her that the idea of female domination excited the hell out of me
and that I had often fantasized about being dominated.  Of
course she wanted to know if that is what I thought about when we
were making love.  I said no (which was true) but that I often
thought about it when I was alone.  I was pleased when she didn't

ask about me jerking  off although I knew she was thinking about
it.  Finally she asked if I would like to try some of theses
activities out.  Needless to say I said that I would love to.
That, my dear friends, was the beginning of what has turned into
a wonderfully erotic and exciting relationship.

In the beginning we started slowly. Each of us being cautious not
to hurt our relationship by going too far.  Neither of us knew
what our respective limits might be.  At first, Pam would order
me to strip and massage her.  This would be followed by my going
down on her until she climaxed.  She would then relieve me by
having me fuck her or by giving me a blowjob.  It wasn't for a
few months that we began dabbling in "heavier" stuff and began
shopping for equipment to enhance our scenes.  I had clipped a
coupon from the now dogeared magazine and ordered a catalog
filled with BDSM paraphernalia.  Pam and I perused it together
and began to get ideas about scenes we'd like to try.  After each
idea she came up with, Pam would ask if I would like it.  Finally
I told her that I didn't really want to be asked.   I wanted to
be told what she wanted and that I would be obliged to do her
bidding.  We then agreed upon a safeword (we read about safewords
in the magazine as well) that would be used if I felt a limit had
been reached.

 We pooled together some money, which neither of us had a great
deal of, and made an initial purchase of some equipment. ( As the
Mistress/Slave relationship developed, Pam would eventually
embarrass me by sending me to a local sex shop to purchase
specific items.)  We were both outrageously excited when the
order arrived.  In it were lined wrist and ankle restraints, a
slave collar, a blindfold, a leather strap for around my balls,
a vibrator, and a riding crop.  In addition, we had installed in
the office several eye hooks in strategic locations.  That
evening, Mistress Pam had me strip, kneel on the floor in the
office, and wait for her.  After about 10 minutes she came into
the room wearing a new outfit consisting of black 1/2 bra,
matching thong panties, a garter belt and seamed black stockings.
(The outfit definitely needed a pair black shoes
with 5" heels, but she could get those later.)  Pam ordered me to
stand and I complied.  My cock was already at full attention and
my heart was racing.  She attached the wrist and ankle straps and

attached me to the eye hooks.  My arms and legs were spread wide.
I was then blindfolded and the strap was snapped around my
testicles.  For the next hour (or was it two  or three?) Pam
tormented me with the crop, her hands, and her body.  The hits
with the riding crop were light and tentative.  I knew she feared
going too far.  Three or four scenes later, that fear was gone
and Iwould have lash marks that would take weeks to disappear.

Finally the tormenting stopped and it became quiet.  Then I heard
the sound of the vibrator.  After a little while I realized that
Pam was on the floor pleasuring herself as she watched me hang
helplessly in my restraints.  After she came, she released me
from my restraints and told me to fuck her.  I wasted no time,
not even to remove the blindfold.  It took me no time to come and
I fell to the side exhausted.  Pam rolled over, pulled off the
blindfold and straddled me.  She still had her outfit on, except
for the panties.  She reached up and attached my arm restraints
to the eye hooks located on the baseboard.  She then did the same
with my ankle restraints.  She them repositioned herself over my
face and lowered her come soaked snatch onto my mouth.  "Lick it
clean, slave" was the order.  I went to work while  Pam reached
her second orgasm of the evening.

As time went by, Pam became more domineering and I, in turn,
became more submissive.  One of Pam's favorite activities is to
watch me jerk off.  She gets the biggest charge out of watching
me stroke myself to orgasm. She has me do this just about
everywhere and in every position imaginable.  I have had to lick
my come off of her breasts, her feet, and off the floor.  One
variation that she is particularly fond of is to have me lie on
the bed or floor.  She then raises my legs back over my head as
far as possible, as if she is trying to fold me in half.  She
manages to get my penis within 2-3 inches of my face and then she
jerks me off, or has me do it,  until I come into my open mouth.
It is a requirement that I keep my mouth open or face severe
consequences.

Certain days of the week are designated as slave day.  The day is
determined by our respective schedules.  On these days Pam
expects to find me in my slave position when she arrives home in
the late afternoon.  This means that I am on my knees, nude in
the living room.  I must have on a cock harness, a dog collar, as
well as the wrist and ankle restraints.  When she gets home
anything can happen depending upon her mood.  I have come to
realize that she has a wonderfully wicked and erotic mind.  On
slave day, I usually prepare dinner and Pam may have me feed her
while she fondles my body.  Other time, I just have to sit and
watch her eat.  After dinner, Pam may give me a workout with the
riding crop, or simple have me draw her a bath.

As our budgets allow, Pam will add to our collection of toys.
One rather expensive, but wonderful acquisition, was a wide
leather belt with a  strap that runs between my legs.  In the
front is a cock harness, and in the rear is a snap on anal plug.
On many slave days, Pam has me wearing this apparatus for most of
the evening.  She has not yet used a gag, primarily because she
likes my mouth accessible for her pleasure.  The riding crop gets
a fairly frequent workout, and Pam has worked me, and herself, up
to the point where I have lash marks for weeks at a time.  One
time Pam sent me to a downtown sex shop to purchase a dildo and
harness for her.  This was, without a doubt, the most difficult
thing she had ordered me to do.  It took me quite some time to
muster up the courage to go in and purchase the items.
Fortunately I found them on display so that I didn't have to ask
for assistance.  Once I brought them home, Pam quickly put them
to use by fucking me in the ass while I was tied to the bed.
Then she removed the harness, leaving the dildo in my ass, and
brought herself to orgasm with her vibrator.  She then took a nap
while I remained face down on the bed for about an hour.


During one semester break, Pam and I decided not to go home.  Pam
wanted to have me spend a full week as her slave.  What a week
that was!  It was during that week that Pam decided, I thinkafter
reading another issue of our favorite magazine, to try golden
showers.  One day, without warning, Pam had me lying on a beach
towel on the tile floor in the kitchen.  She had me secured
with the wrist and ankle cuff. she straddled my face and began
lowering a raising herself on and off my face.  Suddenly , while
I was lapping at her pussy, she let go with a stream of pee.  I
was
caught totally by surprise and turned my head to the side.  Pam
forced my head back and began riding my face until she had an
explosive orgasm.  She then lowered her sopping wet cunt onto my
now outrageously rigid cock and rode me until I came.  Of course,
she immediately returned her pussy to my face for the proper
after-sex cleanup.  The week was full of exciting scenes and
activities.  I was tied up in various positions around the
apartment.  I catered to all of Pam's whims, both sexual and
non-sexual.  I bathed her, dressed her, did her nails, gave her
massages.  I was naked at all times in the apartment.  When we
went out, she would have me wear my harness and butt plug under
my clothes.  She would wear her sexiest lingerie around the
apartment while keeping her trusty riding crop at her side.  I
ate her, licked her ass, or jerked off for her at her
command.  She would string me up from the ceiling hooks for hours
at a time, during which she would alternate beating me with the
crop with doing work around the house.  She also discovered
what a turn on nipple clamps (actually wooden clothespins) are.
She would leave those attached to me as I hung from the ceiling.
What a week it was!   It took me two weeks to recover my
strength.

Pam and I are now finished with our graduate degrees.  I quit my
job and moved to the same city as Pam.  We are living together,
and I suppose it won't be long until we will marry.  We still
have our slave nights and we have a third bedroom in our
townhouse that is well equipt for our scenes.  I'm looking
forward to our upcoming  vacation, during which we will stay
right here at home.