Control, I’ve found, starts not with pain, but with a simple “Yes, Mistress.” The first rule is always the most important because it’s about consent to surrender, about building the muscle of obedience. When he messaged me a few days later, “Mistress, I wanted to jerk off last night… but I waited,” I felt a familiar warmth bloom in my chest. It was pride, not just as a Domme, but as a guide witnessing the first steps of a profound transformation. His willpower was a offering, and I accepted it graciously.
Listen to my voice read you this Femdom erotica story about The New Submissive and the First Rule.
We began to build a rhythm, a structure around his newfound discipline. Our sessions became more frequent, and I introduced daily check-ins. Each evening, he was to send me a single sentence about how he had served me in his thoughts that day. It wasn’t extreme; it was about consistency. It was about keeping me present in his mind even when we were apart. Then, I gave him his first real task, one designed to forge a deeper psychological connection. “Tonight,” I instructed, “before you sleep, you will stand naked in front of your mirror. Look yourself directly in the eye and say out loud, ‘My pleasure belongs to Mistress.’ Then, you will take a cold shower. After, I want a detailed message about the thoughts that ran through your head.”
The message came later that night, a little shy, a lot profound. “Felt so weird at first, Mistress,” he wrote. “Talking to myself in the mirror. But saying those words… it felt like I was admitting a secret I’d been keeping from myself. The cold water was a shock, but it felt like a cleanse. Like I was washing away the old way of thinking.” That was the magic I wait for – the click when awkwardness transforms into acceptance, when shame begins its beautiful metamorphosis into something sacred. He was no longer just following an order; he was understanding its purpose.
Look for part 3 in The New Submissive series next Saturday.
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