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I had never been an actual slave in “real life,” although I had had strong fantasies about being a slave for just about as long as I could remember. I have a very submissive nature, especially around someone who is able to bring out that side of me. This story is about a Mistress I served.

Mistress R. was my online Mistress. We had never actually met; we only corresponded through the email on a local BBS. All I knew about her was what I could read in her “bio.” She was 33 years old, 5’9″ tall and weighed 140 pounds. She was married and had red hair. Most of the other answers in her bio were normal enough, but under a question about personality types, she had selected “dominant.” Of course, with my submissive side, I had to write to her and explore just what she meant by that answer, and I was happy to learn that she liked to fantasize about being a Mistress. Based on this, we soon formed an online relationship with her as the Mistress and me as the slave. She made it very clear that since she was happily married this could never be anything more than “electronic play,” and I readily agreed. Right from the beginning she was very demanding. She remained totally in control and things seldom went the way I wished, but as I followed her orders (by myself, in front of the computer), I began to feel myself mentally coming under her control.

She began my training by telling me that as her slave, my body become her property. Just like I wouldn’t think of touching a Mistress without permission, she required me to ask for her permission and to follow certain rules she set forth before I was allowed to touch “her penis.” She ordered me to relieve her penis three times a day, but I was never allowed to even touch it if I was on any kind of furniture; I had to be kneeling or laying on the floor. This was very hard for me, since reading her letters or chatting with her or thinking about her made me very horny; it was hard to keep my hands off of her penis. I was required to send her a daily report once a day about how I had relieved her penis, how I had carried out any of her other orders, and describing my feelings to her.

Let me explain that although we never played in person, I tried to the best of my ability to obey her every command exactly as she wished, without complaint. I was not entirely successful, I think in part due to the fact that I probably needed her watching over me to insure total obedience. It was enough, though, to make me feel totally like her property. I was honest with her, so whenever I disobeyed or did not follow her orders, I told her so. Being an online computer relationship, I could have lied and she would never have known, but I think then I would have missed out on many of the feelings that came along with it. I really began to think and feel as if I were under her control.

Right away, she ordered me to buy a pair of panties and then to wear them for 24 hours, including to work. It was punishment for something I had done that had displeased her, although I can’t remember anymore what it was. I’ll never forget how embarrassing it was going into Mervyn’s to buy the panties. It felt to me like everyone in the store knew why I was there. As I strolled through the panty section of the store, trying to look as uninterested as possible, I was completely humiliated. I did notice a couple of people glancing at me, and one woman almost seemed like she was following me around. I kept bumping into her as I turned a corner, etc. Anyway, I eventually found the courage to check out some panties that were there, and discovered I didn’t know the first thing about the sizes that they came in. I finally decided on a pair of sheer blue panties that said “one size fits all” and were priced about $7. I then became more embarrassed as I had to walk through the store to the check out counter, carrying nothing but the panties. All together, it was a totally frightening experience and very humiliating. But when it was over, though, and I finally made it home, I was very pleased that I had obeyed my Mistress. Of course, the next day, I wore the panties to work, but that was very easy compared to buying them.

She required me to buy many things while I was her slave. I had to go to adult book stores and buy a small butt plug, a large butt plug, lubricant, a penis-shaped vibrator, and nipple clamps. I was also ordered to buy other things, like an anklet and a 1 inch lock, a slave collar, and peppermint oil. She told me that she had a friend making the collar for me, and was going to require me to wear the anklet with the key to the lock on it 24 hours a day as a sign of my submission to her. She required me to insert the small butt plug the moment I got home from work, and to leave it in until I had written her daily report. I never was able to get the bigger butt plug in “her” ass because it was too big. For awhile, she ordered me to try once a day to place it in her ass, but then ordered me to stop, saying that when we first met in person, she would insert it herself. She also had me take the penis dildo up her ass every day.

One day when I displeased her, she made me wear the nipple clamps for ten solid minutes, and that was the only time I’ve ever worn them. They hurt like hell, but again, I was very pleased that I was able to obey her, and I think it pleased her, too! As I laid there on the floor, the nipple clamps almost unbearable, I relieved her penis and felt totally like a slut.

I had many enjoyable chat sessions with her. She would often make me kneel on the floor before the computer and do things. On one occasion, she had me kneeling before the computer, completely naked except for the blue panties, fucking myself with the penis-shaped vibrator. She ordered me to cum in the panties, and as I did so, I was almost overwhelmed by the totality of my submission to her at that moment. I was hers.

We continued playing this way for a few months, during which time the “slave drawer” where I kept all of the items I was ordered to buy was growing in size considerably. In addition to everything I had already purchased, it now also contained a dog dish, a bag of plastic clothespins, a pair of red panties, some peppermint oil, a metal dog choker collar and a leash. I had new daily orders by that time, too. Every night when I went to bed I had to wear the collar and use the leash to chain myself to the bed. It was a weird feeling, but one I quickly got used to.

Her next instructions really tested the level of my obedience. I was naked, kneeling on the floor in front of the computer in “chat mode” with her when she told me that I was to shave her cock and balls, and that I was to keep them shaved permanently. “I hate hair around a penis,” she said. Furthermore, I was not to get a haircut again until she told me to and I was to let my fingernails grow out. I could see what she had in mind with these orders, and I made the mistake of asking her to please reconsider. This earned me 20 minutes with the nipple clamps. When I told Mistress R. that being shaved would be very awkward to explain to any lover I might be with, she told me that I could not see anyone else while I was her slave. She made me agree to this before ordering me to go follow her orders, and told me that in addition to the nipple clamps, I would not be allowed to relieve her penis again until she specifically allowed me to do so.

She hung up and I went directly to the bathroom to carry out her last instructions to me. I was already naked, as she always required me to be whenever chatting with her, so I took the small butt plug and put it in her ass, as she had told me to do. I then put on the nipple clamps and left them on for an interminable 20 minutes of torture. Even worse, she had forbidden me from handling her penis to take my mind off of the pain. Finally, it was time to take the clamps off, which I did as gently as possible. The rush of blood back into my tender nipples was even worse than clamps, and as I was moaning in pain, I promised myself that I would not question my Mistress again.

I immediately took a pair of scissors and began clipping away my pubic hair. I cut away as much as I could, then lathered up. Taking a fresh razor, I began shaving very carefully around her cock and balls. Finally, the area around the penis was shaved completely smooth, and I tried to get used to the unusual feeling. It was not something that I particularly enjoyed.

I did not hear from my Mistress for another two weeks. During that time, I shaved every morning as she had told me to do, my skill and speed growing with each passing day. The strange feeling of being shaved there heightened my awareness of myself, and I found that the new sensations caused by this kept her penis hard most of the day, often at inconvenient times. I wanted desperately to play with myself, but she had forbidden it.

Finally, I was online when she happened to call and she put me into chat mode. As soon as I saw who it was, I got naked and knelt on the floor in front of the computer. “Slave,” she typed immediately, “give me your phone number.” This was something new, but I dutifully gave it to her. Instantly my phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Hello, slave,” she said. “Have you followed my orders?” Her voice was wonderful.

“Yes, Mistress.” Saying ‘yes, Mistress’ was somehow different than just typing it, and I know I must have sounded very meek as I replied to her, but at the same time, it seemed quite natural to be speaking with her this way.

“How long has it been since you relieved my penis?” she asked.

“Over two weeks, Mistress.”

“Go get your drawer of toys, slut.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I retrieved it and resumed my kneeling position on the floor. All at once, she had transformed our electronic relationship to a more personal one, and I was helpless to resist her as I did exactly what she told me to do.

“Have you been shaving every day?” I heard her ask as I picked up the phone.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” she said. “Take the penis dildo and suck on it.” Her strange order took me by surprise, so sudden was the way she said it, but I hurried to comply. “Put it all the way in your mouth as far as it will go. Let me hear you work on it,” she ordered. I took the dildo and slid it into my mouth. I felt like such a slut, kneeling on the floor, completely naked, on the phone with a woman I had never met, and being ordered to suck on a plastic penis. I made slurping noises as I sucked on it and moved it back and forth for about 30 seconds before she ordered me to stop. “I hope you got it nice and wet. Put it in my ass… NOW, slut.”

I took the dildo and placed the head against her ass. After only a second or two, she demanded to know, “Is it in yet?”

“Not yet, Mistress,” I answered. I had not even gotten the head in.

“I said NOW, you cunt!”

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