There will always be a next time, we say. But it’s not true, is it. Today’s certainties may well be gone tomorrow. So if you really want to explore your submissive dreams, then strike while the iron is hot. It took me years to get there, because I became a master at postponing things. Money was a perfect excuse, for example. I’d set my mind on a foreign Mistress who lived a thousand miles away. Going there, staying there for a couple of days and paying for the sessions; I convinced myself it wasn’t worth all that money. When money was no longer the issue, I bought myself some time by questioning my submissive feelings again. And when I ran out of questions, I used my work as a scapegoat. I wasted so much valuable time and I will regret that the rest of my life. Trust me: at the end of the day it’s not about being ready, it’s about being submissive.
“Just look on the Internet, if you want proof,” Dick said. “These Women can be pretty mean, but at the end of the day they’re all addicted to cocks. No matter how dominant, they’re powerless by the sight of our magic wand. Now, I don’t want to boast or anything, but I’ve got a fucking fabulous dick.”
“It comes with the name,” Harry smiled.
“You always had a tremendous cock,” Tom admitted. “Now, I’m a real deal 24/7, a nonstop no-nonsense sub. Well, except on Sundays of course, because then I watch football. And Tuesdays, that’s my bowling night. Fridays are also off limits, because that’s our night, right? And no Woman will ever come between us.”
“That goes without saying,” Dick admitted.
Harry said: “My future Mistress is free to pick some of my favourite punishments, but I want my reward. I’m all for Female Domination, but I don’t need a Woman to tell me when I want a blowjob.”
“Hear, hear,” his friends said. They smiled over their beer and seemed absorbed in thoughts for a while.
“Unbelievable really,” Dick sighed, “that we’re still free and unowned.”
It took him four expensive sessions before he was ready to tell his shrink about his submissive feelings. But She didn’t even blink an eye, She just sat there being beautiful. She asked: “Have you ever served a Mistress?” He looked at Her in disbelief. “Certainly not,” he said. “Why not?” He opened his mouth to launch a mighty clever answer, but he couldn’t find one. “Don’t know,” he murmured. She got up from Her chair and said: “trousers down and bend over.” He panicked. “Are you out of your mind,” he cried. She slapped him really hard and Her razor-sharp voice lashed out at him. “Put down your fucking trousers. NOW!” He was ready to shit his pants, which was impossible, because his pants were now on his ankles. The first stroke of the cane (where did that thing come from?) wasn’t really hard, but hard enough to make him jump up like a kangaroo. “Now,” She said, “I’ll teach you everything there is to know, starting with the Reign of My Cane.”