Property of Madame Caramel |
“If you want to be considered as my lifestyle slave, you should write me a polite letter explaining what you can offer and what experience you have. If you do that, I will give it some consideration.”
It was a week since one of London’s most
celebrated Dommes had explained how I could apply for a place in Her household.
It had happened while we’d been celebrating a successful recording session at
Femme Fatale Films with a glass of red wine in a small café on Bethnal Green
Road in East London. That shoot had been my first experience of playing the
slave in a femdom movie as well as my initiation to domination at the hands –
and under the backside – of the imposing Madame Caramel. It was a position in
which I had felt completely at home. I knew that I belonged at Her feet
metaphorically and physically.
I wanted more.
I was ready to broaden my experience as a
submissive, to have my limits stretched.
I needed a Mistress and, in Madame
Caramel, I felt that perhaps I’d found Someone I could serve in ways I’d never
done before. Until now my experience as a sub had either been with pro Dommes
or in the context of a long-term relationship. I’d had partners (Molly and the Empress, described elsewhere in this blog) where D/s had been an important part
of our sexual play but not in a 24/7 context. With both of these long-term
‘Mistresses’, there had been extended periods where we’d pursued a vanilla
lifestyle.
In all interactions with Madame Caramel, it
was very clear that I would be submissive: as servant, slave or sissy maid. She would demand things of me that no previous
Mistress had asked, including simple domestic service, and would permit no
‘topping from the bottom’. She offered me a space in which I would always have
only one function: to obey. I knew there
was an emotional connection but that She would always use me for her own
purposes and satisfaction. I was hungry for it.
I’d written my letter of application at the
weekend while staying in the country at my brother’s house. I’d got up early on
the Sunday morning and knelt naked at the end of my bed, still very conscious
of my shaved legs and genitals.
And now I was sitting opposite Her in a favourite
restaurant in Shoreditch,
under a fortnight since I’d first contacted
Her on a quiet Sunday morning to apply to take part in ‘Dommes Gone Wild’. I’d
had an initial interview, I’d been invited to the film shoot, I’d made my
rather timid enquiry about becoming a full-time slave, I’d written my plea to
be accepted as slave as I’d been instructed. Things were moving quickly.
Now I was to hear Her decision.
I’m sure that the Chateabriand that She’d
ordered for both of us was good but I was barely aware of what I was
eating. She put down her cutlery and
turned to me.
“Francis, I have read your letter and given
it careful consideration. I’ve studied your behaviour and observed how you
respond when I’ve told you to do things., You can be clumsy and careless…”
I knew she was thinking about the jacket
that I’d left behind in the dungeon on the day we’d filmed at Femme Fatale. I was
still appalled at that mistake; was it going to ruin my chances of being taken
on?
“….but I think you do genuinely want to
serve and you don’t seem to be trying to manipulate situations so that you’re
in control.”
She looked at me closely, smiling as her
lips framed the words I wanted to hear.
“So I have decided to take you on as one of
my lifestyle slaves. I think you will make a good sissy maid and from now on
you will be known as ‘domestic’, or when you are a maid, Francisca. For the
time being you will wear this as a sign that you are my property.”
She reached into her purse and took out a
short silver chain and padlock.
“Give me your hand”
She fastened the bracelet to my wrist.
“I will send you the rules that I will
expect you to observe tomorrow. They’re based on a protocol for sissy maids
that I like and I’ve adapted for my own slaves. You will study it and learn to
behave properly.”
“We will make an appointment for a day’s
initial training so that I can assess whether you are fit to serve me in
public. I will want you to do housework, to serve at dinner and tea when I host
parties, to give massages to Me and my lady friends.”
“You may also be required to serve me in
the dungeon”.
“Have you sucked cock?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Only once or twice, but I have
some experience.”
“Well you will be getting a lot of practice
from now on. Have you been used as a toilet?”
“Yes, Ma’am”
“Good. You may now call me Mistress”.