1. Chanelle’s Christmas Surprise


    Date: 3/20/2024, Categories: Femdom, Author: i_am_noone 

    I could hardly keep the huge smile off my face as I unlocked the front door; I was going to spend Christmas with my Mistress!

Her card arrived in the post on the 15th. It was by no means a traditional Christmas card: no snow scenes, no pictures of Robins or Santa but instead a picture of a black leather stiletto-heeled boot pressing a man’s head into a bowl of pale yellowish liquid. Instead of “Merry Christmas” the inscription read “If you’re very lucky this could be you”.

Mistress had included a note and a key with the card, it read –

“You are going to spend Christmas at my house as I have a surprise for you. If you’ve already made plans cancel them!

You will arrive at my house in time to serve me breakfast at 08:30 Christmas morning. Let yourself in with this key. DO NOT wake me any earlier or you will suffer.

Make sure you clean yourself thoroughly beforehand – both inside and out. Bring a bag with whatever you think you will need for a two-night stay. You may NOT have anything to eat! Drink only a little water.

Bring my breakfast at exactly 08:30 – tea, orange juice, toast and two 4 ½ minute soft-boiled eggs.

There will be a box in the hall with a note on top; follow the instructions to the letter.”

I had been so excited that I had hardly slept since her card arrived; wondering what was in store for me.

I had been visiting Chanelle (or Mistress Chanelle as I had to call Her) for a few years now. She was a professional lady in Her mid-forties ...
    ... whom I had contacted via an adult contact site. She was taller than me at 5ft 10in, with a lovely face, blonde hair that she usually wore shoulder length, legs that went on forever and an arse that I never got tired of worshipping (which was just as well since She frequently smothered me with it). She wasn’t a full-time Dominatrix but previously also had clients with more mainstream tastes.

Myself, I was in my late fifties and although I had known since my teens that I was submissive to women I had married a woman who thought that doggie style was the depth of depravity; and that on those rare occasions when she was interested in sex at all. I was 5ft 7in tall, overweight, and an erect penis length of just over five inches. My one saving grace was an above-average I.Q. of over 150.

Initially, I could visit Mistress Chanelle only rarely, but following divorce and then a substantial lottery win - not enough to put me in the Sunday Times Rich List but sufficient that with careful planning I wouldn’t have to work again - I could visit more frequently.

Within the parameters of a Dominatrix/client relationship we “clicked” and became friends; although this did not stop Her from treating me with increasing severity, which She said She genuinely enjoyed. Over the past year or so our “relationship” had evolved into something approaching a lifestyle arrangement. I still had to pay for Her time - as is only right; but instead of visiting Her when I wanted it was She who decided ...
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