The beginning Rev_3

 

i will never forget how it all started, how i met “HER” for the first time. The day She entered my life and took it as Her natural possession.

It had been on a train to Buacharest. It was back at a time when i still was a respectable member of society. A lawyer or something , a man with own responsibilities, plans and his activities, i can hardly remember today.
The events of the recent months i couldn´t even count have washed away everything that had been there before.

The time before HER now seems like the life of a different person to me. Well maybe it is…

Yes, in a train it all started. i had been on a business trip to Pitesti in Romania where the company i worked for at the time had a big customer. i had been in lengthy contract negotiations all day long and now was on my way back to Bucharest from where i was about to catch a flight back home.

i had been sitting alone in a compartment, staring out the window. My life had arrived at a point from which i no longer knew where to go. i was aimless. My job was boring. The same arguments shoved back and forth day in and day out. The hassle about career and money, the same conversations over and over again. Things that had seemed so desirable for me in the past, i did not want them any more. i felt like a mouse trapped in a hamster wheel. But what then instead, i had no idea.

Lately i had been thinking constantly to completely devote my life to one single thing. To a higher cause. Something to live and to die for. Something that would fill me completely. But which cause could that be? Too old  for the army, not enough talent to become a race driver, not religious enough for a monks life in a monastery. For children i lacked of the appropriate mother. i had no idea. So i just kept dragging myself along one grey and dull working after the other, an endless row with no other goal but an early retirement and an honorable funeral somewhat later.

This was how i thought when She entered the compartment. i did not know that She was this consecration of my life, the fulfillment of the quest. i had no idea that my old life ended the very moment she opened the door and entered without asking.

Of course i was immediately fascinated by Her. Who would not have been. A tremendous sight. Of medium size, a breathtaking voluptuous body, long black hair, falling open over Her shoulders down to Her luscious breasts. i noticed the beautiful make up. Romanian women are so fond of this strong make up that i so very much love and that for whatever reason has become so uncommon in the West. Just like the high heels. A benevolent God or rather Goddess must have endowed the women in the East with so much skill and talent to elegantly walk in high heels that there was not much left for all the females living West of what had once been the iron curtain. And the ladies in the East all seemed to be well aware and grateful of that generous gift because they made use of it as much as at all possible.

The Lady was wearing long black leather gloves that she know slowly stripped off, a white fur coat of what seemed to be a fox, tight black pants and – how might that have been different – high-heeled black boots reaching well over Her knees. A stunning appearance. Most impressive however, was the presence of this woman, the aura that was around her.

She nonchalantly stepped into the compartment and it then seemed to be completely filled out by Her femine presence.  i could not help but stare at Her. i have to admit that back in those time i often stared at women, sometimes that was almost embarrassing.  A drooling pathetic prick, that is what i really was. Normally i was at least able to part my eyes after a few seconds, but  with Her i was unable to. It was as if everything within me was forced to Her direction like iron is attracted by a strong magnet.

She seemed to notice and turned Her gaze on me. For the first time i looked into Her eyes. It was exactly this bossy – arrogant look that had always fascinated me in women. She raised her eyebrows by a fraction of a millimeter when She noticed my looks wandering over Her body. Disapprovingly. i immediately dropped my eyes. Caught. i felt like a schoolboy found spying in the girls’ locker room. i realized that i was blushing.

Only now i saw that She was not alone. She had a man in tow, who dragged several huge suitcases along with him. The man was dressed quite fashionable, Western European style. He was rather old, must have been in his early seventies and had his difficulties with what seemed to be tons of female luggage. The woman elegantly sat down on a vacant seat just across from me. Then She turned to look at the man with the suitcases.

“Ei bine, ce mai astepti, pune valizele în plasa de bagaje. Grăbește-te!”

She was quite obviously Romanian. Of course i did not really understand what She said because i could not speak the language. Even today i have my problems to speak and understand more than a few simple phrases and sentences. Eu vorbesc doar un pic am înțeles doar un pic… What i really have learned though in the meantime is “Multumesc Stapana mea.” She taught me that important phrase well.

 

i had been quite talented with languages when i was younger, but this valuable gift seemed to have vanished over the years. Only very few things become better as one grows older. The memory sure is not one of them.

Even though i did not understand all the words She had said to the man,  i sure had got the message. It must have been an order concerning the luggage. She had a beautiful voice i noticed, dark, soft, melodious but at the same time very distinct and assertive. From the way She pronounced the words i could tell that She sure was used to give orders to other people. i had always had a very sensitive antenna for such vibes.

The guy did as he seemed to have been told and heaved the heavy pieces of luggage into the storage. The woman no longer paid any attention to him. She had pulled a magazine from her handbag and started to read it. A nice Prada handbag i noticed with some astonishment, i had always thought about Romania as a low cost country and its inhabitants dressed and equipped as we had been immediately after the second world war. This seemed no longer true. Not for a certain part of the population at least.

i noticed Her hands. She had the longest fingernails i had ever seen on a woman. They looked like the claws of a bird of prey only that they were flaming red. i wondered how She could do anything manually with those nails. How naïve i was. Of course She just did not have to.

The old man looked down on the floor and addressed the woman with a humble voice that to my astonishment had a heavy French accent.

“Multumesc Stapana mea, la revedere și drum bun.”

He remained there standing obviously unsure of what to do next. Obviously he was waiting for something. He had taken his cap off his head and twisted it in his hands. She did not even to look at him. He remained there standing for about half a minute. Nothing happened, nobody spoke a word.

She then finally broke the silence without even looking up from Her reading.

“Atunci s-ar putea să dispară.”

The guy bowed once more and then he immediately turned round and disappeared. What was that?

i had watched this scene in fascination. Again, i had to stare at the woman and could not take my eyes from Her. She radiated something regal, even majestic. i imagine that this is how the nobles must have come across the country peasants in earlier centuries. Beings of a higher order, determined to rule.

Suddenly She looked up and looked me straight in the eye. Her gaze penetrated me, She seemed to look deep down well into the bottom and the darkest corners of my lost soul.  Our eyes met. Once again i felt caught red-handed. i had the impression that She had been well aware of my drooling admiration and now just showed me how well She knew. A mocking smile curled her dark red lips. Then She turned back to her magazine.

The rest of the trip passed in silence. Except for the stiletto nails turning the pages of Her magazine that made a scratching noise which was about to drive me crazy. i kept looking at Her boots what seemed to be a hazard-free pleasure. The sight aroused me. i have never understood what that is in my cerebellum that makes womens boots have such a devastating effect on me. They were just beautful. i wondered how She could manage to walk so elegantly on these killer heels. The women i had been with in the past never could. When it came to high heels the only thing they could do is to complain about the harm and pain such male chauvinist torture devices meant for their poor feet. 

The longer W/we sat there in silence, the longer i caught myself in silent admiration of this mysterious woman, i thought about the rapidly approaching end of this trip. i would undoubtedly soon have to face this goddess traceless disappearing again from my empty life. i was desperate about this perspective. i did not want that to happen, i wanted to talk to Her, to know more about Her. i wanted to remain within this shining aura of Hers.  But i just did not know how to manage that. And i did not have the guts to make any approaches.

Not long after, it was about time. Bucharest Gara de Nord. The train rolled in. The travelers stood up, cleared their stuff and belongings. She then also raised, stashed the magazine in Her handbag, but made ​​no move for the suitcases in the baggage net. Instead, She turned to look at me for a second and then spoke in fluent English with just a slight but wonderful Romanian accent.

“Well, what is it, boy? Should i get those heavy trunks down there myself? “

Boy?  Had She really called me a boy right now? i must have been about twenty years older than Her. i reckoned Her to be around 30 years of age. i surely had understood Her wrong and did not comment on that obvious misunderstanding.

“No, of course not, i will be happy to help.”

What a relief that was for me that She just did not leave my life as silent as She had entered it. At least some more moments in Her presence. These were the first sentences we exchanged and yet it was already how it was to become as a general rule. She gave orders and i tried to follow those as fast and best as possible.

Eagerly i stood up and i dragged the heavy suitcases from the luggage compartment. She did not pay any more attention to me, but was already on her way down the aisle of the wagon and to the door. i hurried behind her. Then outside, across the platform and down the stairs. 

 

She seemed to take for granted that i followed her. She did not turn around once. The staccato of the high heels on the pavement was like music to my ears. As i walked behind her from the back i could see that She had the most feminine physique i ever saw. Her walk was just as powerful as it was elegant. Contrasting Hers, my walk was not elegant at all. The heavy suitcases were pulling on my arms which soon became sore and tired. i was sweating and behind my breath. i had to put down my heavy load steadily at ever shorter intervals on our way through this big station. Then after catching my breath i had to hurry double fast in order not to lose Her trace in the crowd.

She headed to a side exit leading to the Dinicu-Golescu-Boulevard. Just outside the exit there was a dark sedan parked in a tow away zone that seemed to be waiting for Her . When She approached the car, the driver jumped out, pulled the cap off his head and pulled the back door open for Her. She entered the limousine and sat down without even taking notice of him. He carefully closed the door and then turned to me.

“Put the suitcases into the trunk and then wait to see if the Mistress wants to address a word to you. ”

Address a word to me? What kind of woman was that? i did as i was told and closed the trunk. Undecided what to do now, i was standing beside the car. The side window buzzed down and a piece of white paper fell out. Immediately afterwards the window shut again and the car drove off. She was gone.

i took a step forward and picked up the white paper . A business card, no name, just an address. Then a handwritten addition “Today, eight o´clock. Arrive on time.”

my heart jumped like a pole jumper at the Olympic games.

Initially my home flight had been scheduled for half past seven but i immediately called the travel agency to postpone that. They told me, that i couldn´t. It was a non changeable low cost flight and the last plane going out to Dortmund for that day. i did not hesitate one single moment. i told the girl on the other end of the line that i would call her later and hung up the phone. i still remember my feeling of disinterest for everything that might or might not happen after that invitation or rather summon for this evening which i just had received from a living Goddess.

There were a couple of hours to go. So i strolled through the unfamiliar streets of Bucharest. i have really no recollection of these hours i spent waiting to finally go to see Her. my mind was utter turmoil, i did not notice anything from the outer world but constantly conjured up the picture of Her in my flurry mind. For the first time ever, not even those sexy and provoking Romanian girls on their high heels could attract my attention. Finally it was about time to go and i took a taxi to the adress that i had held in my hands since i had picked the business card from the ground.

Of course i was there well before the indicated hour. A two storied mansion with a big hipped roof in a posh suburb. The house was surrounded by a big garden with big old trees. There was a high steel fence and a big entrance gate that had a marble plate with the words “Poliandria reguli!” written on it in golden letters. i had no idea what that meant. There was nothing else but this plate, no name, no house number, no indication who lived there. But somehow i had the feeling that i had found the right place. The mansion matched Her appearance. It had the same aura around it that i had felt already on the train when She had entered the compartment.

i walked by the house a couple of times until my watch finally showed eight o´clock. With sweaty palms and a pounding heart, i rang the bell. From a nearby church tower the bells seemed to echo the ringing that i could hear hushed through the heavy wooden door. After a few moments the door opened. A young girl in a maid´s uniform stood before me.

“Are you the boy from the train ?”

i was relieved that she spoke English and just nodded wordlessly. i don’t know why they all seemed to have fun calling a 50 year old man a boy, but that was of least importance to me now. She looked young and nice. What stroke me was the remarkably short hair, almost as if that had recently been taken from her completely. She looked like Sinead O´Connor, this female singer from the 1990´s.
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“Come on in, Mistress is expecting you already . ”

i entered the house and found myself in an imposing entrance hall. i curiously looked around. A giant staircase at the back of the hall, covered with a strange carpet, led to the upper floors. The covering of the marble stairs seemed to be of shining red velvet on the right side and a cheap felt on the left. At the back wall there was a huge oil painting that obviously showed an ancient battle scene, it was however to dark in there to make out any details. The room was equipped with luxurious ancient furniture and some movable equipment i could not make any sense of. Steel constructions with some collar-like rings affixed to them. i was soon to learn what these were used for. The maid hurried me along.

“Follow me. my Lady does not like waiting.”

Her English seemed not to be as good as that of “her Lady” as she had called the person who sure was the beautiful woman from the train.

The girl went ahead and i followed her.

We went down an aisle until we reached a room closed by a huge wooden double wing door. It must have been at least two meters wide and 3 meters high. The wood of the door was decorated with beautiful inlays. Intertwined capital letters they were, an “E” and a “S”.

The girl stopped and lay her hand on the door pull.

“This is the Mistress living room.  we may enter now because She has already sent for us. Remember however to never ever open this door without Her permission. The consequences for you would be fatal.

Once we´ve entered do not speak and do not look up until She has told you to do so. There are no other formailities for you to observe right now because you just do not know yet. Just do as She tells you and you should be fine. Let´s go …”

With this  she swung the door open and we entered a large room , immersed in a semi-darkness by long curtains. My eyes needed some time  to adjust to the dim light so i could not really see much of the room. And i could not see Her.

The maid beneath me immediately got down on her knees, put her forehead on the ground and protruded her cute little ass high up in the air. Her hands lay betneath her head, the palms showing up.

i just kept standing there feeling rather unconfident and insecure. As the girl had told me, i kept my eyes down, looking only at the parquet  floor beneath my feet.  My shoes needed a fresh polish i thought. Strange what goes through one´s  heads when standing somewhere doing nothing but waiting.

About one quiet minute passed by until i heard that dark, melodious voice again that i so very well remembered from the train.

“There you are at last, my little peeping tom … What’s your name boy? Not that your name would matter much.  I think I will just call you frank. Then I do not have to get used to something new every time. I am quite confident, you don´t mind being called frank.”

i left that uncommented. My gut feeling told me that it was better not to speak to much in Her presence and rather wait until being asked. My gut feeling proved to be right this time. My mouth was dry, i did not have much idea of what to say anyway.

She paused.

“Look at me now, frank!”

i looked up. my eyes had adjusted themselves to the low light in the meantime so that i could see what She had just allowed me to see.

She sat in a deep chair, her black hair shone glossy in the dim light. i realized that She was lighted by a single spot that was directed exactly at the position of Her armchair. She now wore a long black silk robe seamed with rich fur in white. The luscious gown emphasized her exciting figure.  High heeled red sandals completed the natural wonder.

“Știi de ce ești aici?”

i had no clue what that meant. She frowned her forehead in discontent.

“Sigur va trebuie sa inveti ceva romana. Well then, once more in English: Do you know why you ‘re here? ”

“No …”

“No, what ?”

“No, uh …. my Lady ”

“Da, bine. You seem to have noticed already. My name is Mistress Ezada but you will not speak out My name until I will allow you to do so. For the time being you will address Me as “Doamna”. This shall be the first Romanian word that you will learn and use. And it sure is a good word to start with. There will be other names for you to address Me. But that will be later, once you´ve earned the privilege. Got it ?”

“Yes … Doamna.”

“Now, frank, you’re of course here, because you want to serve Me. Do you know what it’s like to serve a Mistress frank?”

“i, ähm, i ‘m not sure what …. ”

“Mark My words now frank!”

The previously soft voice gained significantly of incisiveness and focus.

“If I ask you something, your answer should be limited to “Da, Doamna” or “Nu, Doamna”. Whereas “Da Doamna” will surely prevail. I have neither the time nor the inclination to follow your stammering. So once again: Do you know what it’s like to serve a Mistress, cățelul meu” ?

i needed no translation for that explanation and had a chance to cautiously try out my first Romanian.

“Nu, Doamna.”

“Well, I can easily show you. Uite.”

She turned to the girl, who until now had been kneeling motionless next to me with her head cast down.

“pisica serves me. Come on, pisica, show him what I mean by serving. Suck his cock.”

Without hesitation, the girl remaining on her knees, raised her upper body before me and made ​​a move to open my pants .

i wanted to stop her, but a sharp command of the Lady stopped me.

“Don´t you dare to disobey or thwart My orders. Hands off!”

i let it happen. The girl opened the zipper, reached into my pants and pulled out my already half stiff cock. Without any delay she took him into her mouth and immediately began to suck him. She sure knew what she was doing. The feeling was fantastic. In a few seconds my cock was rock hard.

The woman on the sofa followed the procedure without a word. But it seemed to please her. i saw her almost imperceptibly rubbing her legs against each other under the black silk. Half a minute She let us. When i began to moan softly, She finished it.

“That’s it. thou shalt not make him cum pisica. Just show him what it means to serve …. This is not meant to please him, it is to show him what lays before him. The serving and just a little bit of unfulfilled sexual craving as well. Arată-i fundul tău acum.”

The girl released my cock from her warm and wet mouth and let it return into cold reality. She stood up and looked back bashfully down on the floor.

“pisica is ashamed, but not because she shall show you her cute little ass. she is ashamed, because she was so naughty and disobedient that I had to punish her. Da pisica Mea? ”

The girl nodded slightly, her eyes still fixed on the ground.

“In fact she chose to show resistance when I had her shorn yesterday. she complained about losing her nice long hair even though she perfectly well knows how much I love to have her shorn. Shorn like my dumb little sheep… she cried and lamented even though I had a beautiful idea and promised her to have a nice wig made from her hair so that she still could wear it whenever I liked to see her long haired again … so because of all her sobbing objections I had her tied up and shaved her Myself.

Everybody would understand that she deserved a serious punishment for her resistance. Don´t you frank?”

i just nodded silently. From the corner of my eye i saw a single teardrop emerging from the girls eyes who seemed to be called pisica.

“So come on now pisica, don´t behave so coyly now or you can taste My whip once more. Show it to him. Prezentați-ți fundul.”

The girl turned her back to me, spread her legs, pulled the short skirt of her maidens costume up and then leaned forward as far as she could. Under the skirt she was bare naked. The delicate skin of her ass was covered with red welts. She must just recently have received a ferocious whipping.

But that was not the only thing i realized with disbelieve. Between her legs was not the expected nice girly crotch but a man´s penis locked in a plastic chastity device. pisica was no girl. She was a boy transformed to a girl by i do not know what. A sissy. i was shocked. i realized that i just had received the very first male blowjob of my life.

“Touch the welts if you want to, frank. Caress them. This is no make-up but real. ”

The voice of the Mistress had become darker, hoarse.

i looked at the chair. Her right hand had now disappeared between Her legs. Apparently She was heavily turned on by the sight She had arranged herself. The strange man picked up from the train with his pants down and a stiff cock, just about to fall prey to Her hellish fascination. The presentation of  the young boy/girl. Shamelessly holding out her beaten butt to him, which no doubt the mistress herself had prepared for the occasion.

My fingers traced the welts on the soft skin. The blood red swellings drastically contrasted the immaculate white of the rest of her body.

i was aroused by the sight as well. My cock was rock hard. At the same time it scared the hell out of me. A big block of icy fear freezing my stomach. It was clear, just as She had relentlessly beaten up this cure little boy/girl, She would beat me too. Maybe even more so.

“Nu te iubesc Stapana ta pisica Mea?”

“Da Stapana mea.”

The voice of the slave maid soft as a breath, barely audible.

“Apoi vin aici şi arată-Mi.”

The boy/girl went back down on her knees. Crawled over on all fours to the woman who so obviously was her owner. The Lady wordlessly put forth her pointing finger and the boy/girl eagerly began to suck it.

“Come pisica, come on. Show Me how you love your Mistress.”

She had returned to English and i realized that that was just to make me follow the scene and understand. i later learned that even though Her English was excellent, She hated to speak or rather moan and shout anything but Romanian when She was aroused or excited or angry.

The black-haired Mistress slid forward in the chair. She opened her legs and the head of pisica disappeared between them. Her rhythmic head movements revealed that she devotedly licked the crotch of her owner. The Lady sighed in content.

” Ah, that feels so good. Continua acolo, da! Da!”

The Mistress looked up, looked me straight in the eyes. It was a demonstration of power of course.  She wanted to show me what She meant by obedience, by devotion, She wanted to show me my future.

“Do you like this frank ? Do you want to be there with your tongue, where now is pisica?”

“Da Doamna.”

“I can see it, it’s obvious.”

She laughed. My cock had become even harder while She was talking to me. A drop of precum emerged from the red head.

“Don´t you dare to touch yourself!”

That was an experience that i was about to make again and again under Her service. The mere sound of Her voice was absolutely sufficient to arouse me. This slightly throaty voice. Fear and excitement it sparked within me. Fear because i never knew in what mood i would encounter Her. Sometimes just little things were enough to raise Her furious anger and in Her anger She was unpredictable. Excitement, because with just a few words She could bring me down on my knees in pure and complete obedience for Her like no other woman before.

Back to that first evening: The Mistress seemed to now have completely forgotten about me. She gave herself up entirely to the caresses of the tongue from Her sissy slave. While it had been a chore for pisica doing this for me, she licked the Mistress with fervor and devotion. Yes, it seemed to fill her with lust und pleasure just to give the same to her Mistress. The Mistress threw her head back. Her black mane was wet with sweat. Groaning, She came to a climax. The girlish boy went on, she obviously knew from experience what was expected from her. Then it was enough. The Mistress pushed her back with a resolute kick of Her red heel.

“That’s enough now, pisica. So frank, you know now, what I mean by serving a Mistress? ”

“Da Doamna.”

“No, My friend. you have no idea yet. That what pisica just did for Me is a privilege of which you ‘re light years away. you’ll still have to learn what it means to serve. you’ll give up your previous life and you will surrender completely to Me . I’m going to determine where you are hosted as well as what you’re doing, what you will eat and drink, whether you will eat or drink at all, in the end I will even decide on what you think in your cute little doggy head. Only when W/we have gone that far, you will know what it means to serve a Mistress. Do you want that? Think well before you answer, I will only ask you once. Do you want to serve Me?”

i did not hesitate for one single second.

“Da Doamna. Please, yes.”

i did not know why i said that. What She asked me there, seemed completely crazy to me. i did not know this woman at all and what She laid out as my future was nothing but pure slavery. Nevertheless, or perhaps because of that, the prospect excited me like nothing before in my entire life. In this very moment i realized that this devotion was what i had been looking for so long without knowing it. i will never forget how it felt standing at those crossroads of my life. Everything suddenly lay so clearly ahead of me. It was as if someone had suddenly lifted a curtain that had for so long blindfolded my eyes and now i could see.

 

i cannot conceal that there were dark moments to come. Moments so dark, despair so deep, pain so grieving, humiliation so bitter like never before in my life. But at this moment back on that very first evening i found my way and i have not any more left it ever since. And i sure never will.

“I knew frank, when i saw your eyes on the train today. Stiu foarte bine. I can always read it in the eyes. Everything that comes after that first look is just the training. the drill, the forming. But the willingness to submit. the obedience, the devotion. the love is in the eyes. If it is not there, there is no chance to find it anywhere.

Well, now undress, get completely naked. pisica will take your things and guard you to your basement cell. But one final thing before that: The sign for your new status as my slave contender and a purely practical protection against unauthorized relaxation. Come here!”

i stepped in front of Her. She grabbed my cock, held it tight and put a ring of steel behind my scrotum. From the front She put a cage of steel over the penis and combined the two pieces with a padlock. It closed with a soft click.

” You will wear this as long as i determine, maybe from now on for ever.”

As the click of the lock finally entered my fuzzy brain, i knew that my old life was gone forever. She held the back of Her right hand in front of my lips. i tenderly kissed it. 

 

“Da Doamna”.

 

This is how it all began.