When I started dating Claudia, our romance raised a lot of eyebrows among my friends. I was 23 at the time and two years out of university, just getting established in a good advertising job. Claudia was in her late 30s. She never actually told me her age, but it was obvious to everyone that there were a fair number of years between us. Other differences stood out just as well. She’s a very petite woman, tiny actually, with a heavy mane of dark blonde hair and a soft European accent most people couldn’t quite place. She came off as very sophisticated — not much like me at all, in other words, or even my friends, as educated as they were.

The few times we all met for drinks or dinner, most of them didn’t quite know what to make of Claudia. She was a psychologist, and part of the faculty at a local university, and while she was as focused on her career as anyone I knew, she rarely talked about her work.

As the weeks passed, predictable jokes started among my friends, about cradle-robbers and sugar mamas and so on. A girl I’d dated previously made a few comments one evening over dinner — on a night Claudia hadn’t joined us — speculating on what might go on in the bedroom between me and my girl. Claudia, she mused, was probably a heavy-duty dominant who wielded whips and chains and made me wear a collar. That got a lot of laughs, but dinner seemed a little awkward after that — and I haven’t seen any of those guys since.

Funny thing was, though, none of them realized my ex was the one who’d hit on the truth.

Claudia and I actually met online in a male sub, female dom chatroom. It was June, I remember. Our emails and texts soon got as hot as the days in the city until we finally met in person.

Dating Claudia and doing scenes with her was quite an education for me. I really didn’t know much about BDSM, apart from the fact that it turned me on like nothing else. I collected video clips and online comics and stories, but I knew instinctively there was more to it than that. I just had to find the right woman, someone who’d not be just a lover, but also a teacher.

On our first night together, we went back to Claudia’s place after our dinner date, which had been a pleasant, but mostly silent affair. She parked me on her couch and disappeared into her bedroom. I was pretty nervous. As the minutes of waiting stretched on, I began to wonder if maybe I should just slip out.

When she finally emerged from her bedroom, she was barefoot in a flowered silk robe with her hair hanging down around her shoulders. Not much like what I’d envisioned a “mistress” would look like — but still so beautiful and cool-looking she took my breath away.

Claudia seemed to guess what I was thinking. She gave me a barely recognizable smile. In the days to come, I’d become very well acquainted with that expression. She sat down beside me on the couch and signaled for me to stand.

“I want to see your cock,” she announced with authority.

Like an absolute idiot, I replied, “What for?”

My comeback earned me another of her little smiles.

“If I’m going to fuck you, I need to see the equipment,” she said.

And it was funny — at that moment I understood our encounter was all about Claudia, and she’d already made up her mind that she wanted me. I wasn’t her prisoner. I mean, it wasn’t like I couldn’t have just walked out. But I understood, in an odd way, that I was hers. I belonged to Claudia, and she could do whatever she wanted to me. It was both like and unlike the stories and video clips I had sought out. Mostly unlike. But Claudia wasn’t a cartoon dominatrix; she was the real deal.

I stood and unzipped my pants. I was a little embarrassed by how readily my dick sprang out of my fly, presenting itself for inspection. Claudia reached for my shaft, resting her cool fingers on it. Of course, my dick was already plenty hard, and her touch did nothing to calm me down. She took my cockhead between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it firmly enough to make my body jerk.

“Very nice,” Claudia murmured as she leaned forward, brushing a lock of her hair out of the way. Her soft lips pressed themselves against my dickhead, giving it a short, sucking kiss. Her tongue swiped across it, and I felt like I could have spurted then and there.

But I didn’t move. I sensed Claudia was expecting me not to — rather she preferred I stand quietly at attention, waiting on her pleasure. I stayed put with my dick growing ever harder. My erection started to hurt, even as Claudia’s fingers sent little pulses of pleasure through me.

She gave me a final stroke, then reclined in her seat.

“You’re very good. You know, I rarely say this on a first date, but I may be able to use you on a regular basis. Sit here beside me,” she said, patting the cushion next to her.

I obeyed, and a moment later her bare feet slid into my lap. I didn’t have to be told she wanted a massage. Rubbing a woman’s feet always seemed like such a deliciously intimate thing to me — but my old girlfriends would never let me do it, not even once. They would laugh at me for wanting to touch their feet or for calling them beautiful. Claudia, on the other hand, shut her eyes and smiled her little smile as I kneaded her lovely soles and toes. Her feet had a sweet smell of lotion clinging to them. I would have loved to bury my face in her soles, but that wouldn’t have been proper.

“That was very nice,” she said eventually, removing her feet from my lap. “I think you might be exactly what I’ve been looking for.”

After that, Claudia led me to her bedroom. At 23, I was far from a virgin, but that night was a sexual revelation to me. No ropes, no cuffs — but I learned what it was to submit completely to a woman. Particularly in the matter of restraining my desire to come.

I needed to shoot my load so badly. By the time Claudia finished with me, I was begging her to let me jack myself off. Had I been a little more naïve, I might have begged her to do the honors herself. But I knew that wasn’t in the picture anymore than sleeping with her in her bed.

However, my desperate pleas fell on deaf ears. I got dressed when she told me to, and when ordered, I let myself out.

But before I took my leave, she touched my hand briefly and said, “I’ll see you again.” Then she rolled over in bed and seemed to fall into a gentle sleep. I found a cab, and only when I was in my own bed did I put one hand to my face and inhale the scent of her lotion, while I jacked myself off.

The rest of that summer I jerked off a lot — usually after our sessions, when I got home. It wasn’t until the days began growing cooler and the leaves turned a brittle reddish-brown that she began letting me finish myself off in her presence. Not long after, she would let me breathe in the scent of her feet or other intimate places while I worked my hands over my long-suffering cock. By the time snow came, she would caress me to spurting relief, but only once she had me securely bound — to her bed or the stout X-frame of black-painted wood that sat in one corner of her bedroom.

I certainly didn’t mind that. I loved the feeling of her hands roaming over my body, buckling straps or shutting gleaming steel cuffs with a secure, somehow final-sounding click. It was like that sound signaled not just my absolute helplessness, but my safety as well. I truly belonged to Claudia then. The pleasures of being jacked off later were just icing on an already tasty cake.

Of course, once she had me bound, she would do other things to me as well. She would thumb my nipples until they were both as stiff as my cock, pinching them with her carefully cut nails until I wriggled and cried out. She would suck them as well, sometimes — and what an itching, luscious torment that was!

During those sessions, my ass saw a fair amount of action, too. I was shown the pleasures of having my hole plugged or pressed full of lubed-up beads that would then be slowly pulled free, giving my prostate an amazing workout along the way. There were times when that half-painful pleasure led to me squirting without any help from her fingers.

“Look how bad you are,” she would tease, reaching for the damp washcloth she’d set out for such emergencies. She would sigh and tut as she cleaned me. “No restraint, this little one. No restraint at all.”

Perhaps, needless to say, Claudia seemed to take the same pleasure in tormenting me that I took in receiving it. Her lovely, serious face would slowly break into a smile, the same cruel smile you’d expect to see on the face of a cat who’d just caught a mouse. When — as in the example above with the anal beads — I came all over myself, her smile would widen almost imperceptibly. I was younger then, so not infrequently I would feel my balls start tingling again almost immediately with a renewed need to be emptied.

We were soon seeing a lot of each other. That was when I introduced her to my friends, with the results I’d described earlier. It was shortly after the incident with my ex that Claudia noticed the dinner invites had stopped.

“It’s not a big deal,” I told her. And it wasn’t. But Claudia was concerned.

“I don’t want you to lose your friends over me,” she said, her face serious. “That’s a bad thing.”

I shrugged and told her, “Maybe they weren’t such good friends.”

“In that case,” Claudia responded, “maybe you ought to make some new ones.”

And that was how we entered the next phase of our mistress-slave relationship. That was how Sabine came into our love life.

She was a friend of Claudia’s from way back. I gathered they’d gone to school together in Europe. Claudia had never mentioned her to me before, but she hadn’t talked a lot about her past in general.

The first time I heard Sabine’s name was the Friday night she came into the restaurant where Claudia and I were about to dine. Without hesitation, she sat down with us.

I must have given her kind of an odd look because she laughed loudly and slid a cool hand over my cheek. Sabine said, “Oh, you’re adorable! Just give me some time, darling. I’ll wipe that insolent look right off your handsome face!”

I wasn’t sure at the time what to make of that remark. I looked at Claudia for an explanation. Though she immediately introduced our visitor as her “old friend Sabine,” that was as much information as I got.

Sabine was very tall — taller than either Claudia or myself — and very slender. Her platinum blonde hair was cut short, and her sharp-featured face was full of mischief. She and Claudia immediately launched into a conversation that completely excluded me — except for the occasional grins Sabine would flash my way. I had the idea she was looking me over, getting my measure for possible fun later.

There was something about her energy that was different from Claudia’s. Mischievous rather than coolly aggressive. I got proof of that when I felt her stockinged foot creeping into my lap under the table.

“What are you doing to my pet, you naughty thing?” Claudia demanded. She didn’t sound angry at all. In fact, for all the attention she was paying me, I might as well not have been there.

“Making his little cock hard, darling,” Sabine said. Her eyes gleamed as she sipped her martini. “Look at him blush!”

“We’ll see who’s blushing,” Claudia said, stabbing a cherry tomato in her salad. “Tickle her feet,” she demanded.

I knew she was talking to me, but I was still surprised. Claudia hated having her feet tickled. The one time I tried was the one time she’d actually put me over her knee and spanked me. She didn’t exactly look angry, though. I saw a playfulness in her eyes, but I couldn’t read her much beyond that.

Nonetheless, I obeyed her order to tickle Sabine’s feet. I had to, right?

Sabine was already pouting and whining as I reached down and took her warm feet in my hands. Tickling her was not just delicious fun, it was also very easy. All I had to do was let my fingers creep over her arches and probe between her toes. Soon I had her spluttering and giggling loudly, which produced startled looks from the other diners.

“Quit it, quit it! Oh God, stop!” she cried. “Make him stop, Dia!”

“No,” Claudia said coolly, dabbing at her lips with a napkin. “In fact, if you’re going to get up to such tricks the first night you meet him, I think we’d better go back to my place straight away so I can teach you a lesson.”

Within another half hour or so, I found myself kneeling on Claudia’s bedroom floor with Sabine beside me. Claudia had directed both of us to strip before she retired to her bathroom to change, so I was able to get a good look at my new friend’s body. She was amazing, hard and sleekly muscled — with none of Claudia’s softness. I was pretty excited, and images of me fucking Sabine were starting to intrude on my thoughts. I didn’t think that was in the cards, but I couldn’t help fantasizing.

We knelt there together like two penitents awaiting punishment. But I could sense an eagerness in Sabine’s demeanor, almost like laughter was shivering behind her lips, trying to find a way out.

At that point, Claudia came padding out from the bathroom, wearing the same robe she had that fateful night when she initially took me into her service. She sank down onto the bed, so her slight frame seemed to loom over us like a giantess.

“Well, well, well,” she said with a smile. “Look at what we have here. Two naughty little kittens.” She stretched out a foot and pressed her toes against the shaven mound of Sabine’s pussy.

“How do you like that, eh? You like to play games with feet? Try playing with mine,” she challenged.

I watched Sabine gasp and wriggle, her lovely face caught up in a laughing smile. Evidently, this was far from the first time Claudia had played such a game with her. She knew exactly how to work her toes against Sabine’s cleft.

“You like teasing him?” she said. “Go on, tease him for me now. Bring him to the point of squirting for me. You know where the lubricant is.”

Sabine did know. As Claudia continued to tease her, she reached for a plastic bottle on the nearby night table and covered her fingers with a gleaming spill of transparent lube. Before I knew quite what was happening, her slickened fingers were curling around my already rock-hard shaft and rubbing briskly. I felt myself leaning backward, letting Sabine play with me.

But the fun was only just beginning.

“I want to kiss him,” Sabine breathed. “Can I kiss him?”

Claudia laughed. “Beg me,” she said. She removed her foot from its place between the blonde’s legs — prompting a whimper from Sabine.

She pouted and pleaded, “Please, please let me, Dia. One little kiss, a sweet one on his cheek.” I thrilled to this talk between my mistress and her friend — or was Sabine more of a fellow slave?

“No, I don’t want you to spoil him. I took an entire year to train him. Keep jacking his cock. I dare you to make him come. And you,” she added, looking at me with gleaming eyes. “Don’t you squirt, just because she petted you a little. Let’s see who’s the better slave.”

Now I understood — sort of. Sabine and I had been put into a competition of a very unusual sort. Sabine was to try to make me climax, and I was to resist her.

It wasn’t an easy position to be in, not least of all because Sabine’s hand was every bit as skilled as Claudia’s. She knew how to work the lubed pad of her thumb against the sensitive ridge of flesh under my cockhead, like my dick was some strange kind of joystick. While she obeyed Claudia’s order not to kiss me, the warmth of her body, so near mine, was powerfully erotic. I tried to distract myself with thoughts of…well, anything. My job, what we’d had for dinner, even the friends I’d left behind. But the scent of Sabine’s perfume kept me itching for release.

I felt my excitement growing. If only Sabine hadn’t been rubbing my cock. I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist much longer.

“Don’t do it,” Claudine teased. “Don’t you dare, not a squirt or even a dribble. If you do, I’ll give you to Sabine to play with for the night.”

“Oh,” Sabine whispered. “You know I have to make him come now.” The sound of her licking her lips was hot thunder in my ear. Suddenly, I felt her teeth catching my earlobe in a firm bite, causing a jolt of delicious pain.

And with that, I emptied my balls all over Sabine’s hand.

So I became hers for the night, and let me tell you, it was incredible. But by the next morning, we both belonged to Claudia again. I’m still trying to figure out my new situation. But let me tell you, I wouldn’t have it any other way.