I have always been attracted to Dominant women as long as I can remember. I had seen a few Dominatrices in the past. Sometimes, however, circumstances lead you down a road from which you can’t return. Here’s how I met my Mistress.
One Saturday I went to get my haircut at a salon where I had been a few times before. The stylist led me to the back for my shampoo and then led me over to get my haircut. The salon was busy, bustling with people. I relaxed in the chair as she went to work on my hair. And then I noticed them. Black boots with a three-inch heel dangling underneath the smock in the next chair. I followed the boots up to the face. Long dark brown hair was being gently snipped. The head turned and noticed me staring at her boots. She looked me up and down.
I couldn’t help myself and glanced down several times to look at her boots (I have always been turned on by women’s boots). The last time I looked I glanced up to see her watching me in the mirror with a knowing little smile on her face. Embarrassed, I put my head down but now I wanted to know who this lovely creature was. I pretended to be relaxing while getting my haircut but I was trying to eavesdrop on her conversation, as sparse as it was, with her stylist. There was something about her. She exuded a confidence and a charisma that I was attracted to. Finally I was able to hear what she was saying to her stylist, whom I gathered, she knew fairly well.
“… So then I made him get on his knees and…” No way. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I thought to myself, “No, tell me I didn’t just hear her say that to him or part of it anyway.” I strained to listen over the blow-dryer. They were laughing together when she caught me looking over at her boots again. Then I felt like she was laughing at me.Right about then a middle-aged man walked over and handed her a beverage and bowed his head avoiding eye contact with her in some secret code they had. I was intrigued by them and excited by it. I felt like a voyeur watching what I realized was a Mistress and her slave. I had seen a few Mistresses but never out in public. It was a secret fantasy of mine. The slave went and sat in the waiting area. I strained to listen to anything more she might be saying but the beauty seemed to be enjoying the attention to her beautiful tresses and certainly could care less about me. I wanted to talk to her but I dare not interrupt her private time. Suddenly her cell phone rang and she perked up to answer it. Oh good another tidbit into her life. “Yes, this is she…uh huh I see. Well then, I’ll see you at 6 and because you have to change the time, bring me flowers. Very good. Bye.” I’d bring her flowers that’s for sure and anything else she wanted for that matter. I wouldn’t disappoint her. She was almost finished and I started to feel edgy. I didn’t want her to leave. She looked stunning. I watched as her manservant rose on a telepathic cue, walked over to help her out of the chair and handed her her purse. 
Luckily my hair is short so I made an excuse to end the haircut so I could be up in the front near her. She disappeared and I was frantic in the front of the salon. Then I heard a newly familiar voice, “Don’t forget to change from that smock. You’ll look pretty silly driving in it.” She was behind me shaking her head side to side. Manservant was at the counter paying. Mistress pushed a few bottles of hair products towards him on the counter.Then she turned to me and said, “I saw you looking at my boots, well not looking staring… drooling, actually. And I saw you strain to hear me speak. You even seemed frantic when you realized I had gotten up.”
Wow she was good. I stood there.
“Here is my card my dear. Call me.” I looked down to read it: Victoria St Cyr 626.966.6208. With that, she and her slave in tow, left. I watched as he opened the door to the luxury automobile and helped her in. I paid and left soon after. I sat in my car and ran my fingers over the card as my sweaty palms wilted it. I had to run a few errands after that, and all I could think of was being her manservant, opening her doors, fetching whatever she needed or wanted, worshipping her boots and taking whatever she had in store for me. I envied that manservant. I wondered how long I should wait to call, an hour, two hours, a day maybe? she would forget me if I waited too long. I felt pathetic. I picked up my cell phone to dial her number and stopped myself, “nah too soon.” A few more errands and I decided to call. Two hours had passed. …626.966… “Hello?” “Uh yes may I speak with Victoria please?”
“Yes, this is she.” “Yes hello, I am the guy who you gave your card to at the salon earlier today and uh…”
“Oh yes. Right. I thought I would be hearing from you about now. Did you count the minutes until you made this call?” “What is your name?” she asked. “Tom.”
“I didn’t hear you – what?”
“Tom.”
Well Tom. I can see you tonight at eight P.M. sharp. Or tomorrow at 3.”
She answered for me. “Tonight at eight Tom.”
“Call me back in 15 minutes to confirm and I will give you directions.” I showed up at Victoria’s door promptly at eight. She had a nice house in a quiet part of town. I knocked on the door, and the manservant from the salon answered. She was behind him in the hallway “Come in Tom. I’m so glad you could come.” She led me to the couch and sat down beside me dangling her boot out in front of her. “A masochistic submissive with a boot fetish. Am I correct Tom?”” Before I could say anything Victoria smiled and said “Relax. Mistresses can always identify potential slaves and enslave them. Every time I wear my boots I uncover a submissive that secretly yearns to lick the boots of a beautiful superior woman. I saw you looking at them at the salon and I knew I could manipulate you into my clutches. Tonight you will get your chance to start serving a beautiful Mistress. I know this is a lot to take all at once, but I don’t think I was wrong about you; after all you showed up here tonight right? Now you have a choice to make. Do you want to accept who you are, a submissive male, and start learning how to serve a Dominant woman, or do you want to go on with your pathetic little life?” “I am going to step out for a moment. You can get up and leave if you like or, you can take your clothes off, get down on your hands and knees in the middle of the room and place your face directly on the floor. This is a position of total submission, which will soon feel completely natural and correct to you. That is, if you stay, which I know you will.” With that she got up and walked out of the room. I could hear the clomp-clomp of her boots as she walked down the hall. My heart was racing and my head was swimming. I had never been so turned on, nervous and excited all at the same time. I quickly realized I couldn’t leave. This is a Goddess that I must serve and she is giving me a chance to serve her. I’d be a fool if I left. I got up and started undressing. I took my clothes off and set them in a pile. I got down on my hands and knees, which was a little painful on Victoria’s hardwood floor. Finally, I pressed my face down onto the floor. I wondered to myself “what the hell is going to happen next.” After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the door open and I heard my new Mistress walking down the hall. “Well we knew you wouldn’t leave.” Manservant was behind her. This one couldn’t leave, even if he wanted to.” She walked over next to me. “Turn your head towards me Tom, but keep it on the floor. I want you to see me.” I turned my head and saw that Victoria was now dressed completely in shiny black latex. Although she looked great in what she was wearing at the salon she was now dressed differently: knee high black leather boots, black latex short shorts and a black latex halter-top. I really couldn’t believe my eyes. Victoria was also wearing opera length gloves, and had a collar, restraints and a small crop in her hand. “Tom, as a symbol of your new life, I want you to kiss my boot. Show that you are ready to submit to me.” I moved my face over and began kissing her left boot. It was heaven for me. Victoria laughed and said, “Well, another one bites the hook. This should be a fun one to break.” She walked over, collared me around the neck and put a black leather cuff on both arms and legs. She attached a dog leash to the collar. “Let’s go, my slave boy, you’ve got a lot of training to do.” And with that Victoria led me to the stairs. “Here we go” she said, “into your new world.” And she led me, on all fours to her dungeon to begin my training. And now I too serve happily as her manservant. You may contact Mistress Victoria St Cyr @
626.966.6208
msvicstcyr@hotmail.com
http://www.evil666.com/victoriastcyr Photos by Dave Naz
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