Remember your “dream domme” re-quests? I have never forgotten them, but have been too shy to share mine until now. I used to think I had the perfect vision of the perfect dominatrice. I pictured black leather boots, corset, gloves and riding crop. That all changed recently.

I am a member of a selective service local board-a draft board, if you will. Every year we hold a day-long training session that is run by active-duty military personnel. The person in charge of this training has been reassigned several times over the years and this year another change was made. I was contacted by a female lieutenant to set up the training. I was unable to attend the training and told her so. She said she would contact me later to set up a make-up session. This is when my imagination went wild!

I arrive for my make-up training on the prescribed day and enter the recruitment center. I don’t see anyone, so I head across the room toward the office in the back. Halfway there, I hear a noise behind me and turn to see the lieutenant locking the door. From behind she appears to be wearing her army dress uniform. I am a little surprised at the extreme shortness of the skirt but figure times have changed. Only when she turns around do I discover the uniform is anything but traditional!

The jacket is very snugly tailored and open in front. It barely covers her breasts, which are encased in a very skimpy lacy bra, and the uniform has no blouse. There is a waistband in the front but the skirt covers only the back. She is wearing matching garter and stockings and no panties. All this is accented by black patent leather heels, which are way over regulation height! She is holding an instructor’s pointer. The only thing traditional about the uniform are the shiny lieutenant bars on her shoulders.

She says, “So you’re here for training. Well, training you’re going to get. You need to be taught a lesson about attending training on time and I’m going to teach you that lesson.” I start stammering excuses but she interrupts me. She taps her lieutenant bars with the pointer and says, “These bars say I’m in charge here! This uniform says I’m the instructor, which makes you the trainee. You will speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?” I nod my head, too shocked to say anything. She says, “Well, I suggest you get in trainee uniform!”

I am totally confused and just stand there. The pointer swishes from nowhere and smacks me on the back of my hand. She yells, “Strip, asshole!” which I do quickly. She then says, “The first order of business for new trainees is the traditional shave.” She snaps her fingers and another woman appears from the office carrying a bowl and a straight razor. Now I’m scared and touch my hand to my head and the lieutenant replies, “No, that’s not what’s going to be shaved,” and orders me to lie on my back on the desk. A blindfold is applied and I feel my crotch being wet and lathered. “Now just lie still so nothing comes off that isn’t supposed to!”

Her assistant does a very efficient job of removing every bit of my pubic hair and then applies some lotion. I hear the lieutenant commend her and dismiss her. My blindfold is removed and I am alone with the lieutenant. She says, “I hope you are discovering your place. You stood me up for your training and now you are going to be punished. Stand up, turn around and grab your ankles.”

I do as I am told. The pointer swishes and smacks my ass hard. I can’t help myself. I jump and yelp. The lieutenant is furious. She tells me I must learn to take punishment like a man, but until I do she must secure me. She produces a rope and orders me to bend over the desk. She ties my feet to the legs, which spreads me wide open. Then she ties my hands by running the rope over the desk to the opposite legs. “Just so you don’t jump around. And maybe it’ll help if you don’t know when the punishment is coming.”

The lieutenant then proceeds to whip my ass with the pointer! After what seems like an eternity, the blows stop. “Have you learned your lesson?” I whimper yes and receive another painful smack on the ass! “That’s ‘yes ma’am’ to you. Do you understand?” she barks at me.

I reply emphatically, “Ma’am, yes, ma’am.”

“You have done well today.” She unties me and summons her assistant again. “You may thank us both by kissing our feet.” I kiss their feet like they are my favorite things in the whole world. The lieutenant then says, “For being such a good learner, you may also lick my pussy for me. If you do good, you won’t be punished again.” Needless to say, I perform as if my life depends on it. She then throws me my clothes and says, “See you next year,” and disappears into the office.

I hear dreams do come true. One can only hope!