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We finished the session. Spontaneously, I fell to my knees before her, gently kissed each boot in turn. I murmured
“Thank You Mistress”
I was in my first subspace for years. It felt good. Very good.
I have a complex relationship with female domination, or femdom. I realise now that my desire to submit to women has deep roots in my early childhood. As a young adult, this desire acquired an erotic aspect and became a fetish, or, at any rate, became mixed with fetishes in an exciting cocktail.
It was, however, many years before I contacted a dominatrix and booked a session. And it was a few years again before I found a lady in a Birmingham suburb with whom I really clicked. She introduced me to new activities, new humiliations, new degradations, new pleasures and joys. In due course we went our separate ways, although for some time we continued to meet every few months for a curry. By that time I had discovered the fetish scene and a new chapter opened.
It was at this time, too, that I began my transgender journey. And, as I did so, I discovered the delights of domination, learned to wield canes and floggers, learned more about negotiating consent, learned things about the psychology of power exchange that I had previously only been dimly aware of, learned above all that I could exert dominance in a…
