We became friends senior year in high school. She just transferred and was in the lucky 18 club. What this meant was we were both over 18 and at that time in New Jersey you could legally drink alcohol amount other things! I was a budding submissive, hooked on legs in stockings and willing to do what was told of me. She was somewhat shy, tall (5'10'), with small tits (32aa) that we're not much more than nipples but a killer ass and perfect legs.
I was surprised that she called me the next night and had me come over. She had written a set of rules for me to follow when I wasn't with her. I was not allowed to read them there, only agree. If not it was over between us. Being the horny boy I was I agreed on the spot. For my reward we went to her basement and she had me lay on my back on the couch, only shirt off.
Ever since puberty I have been enamored with beautiful dominant women. Most of the fantasies I have ever had revolved around being at the feet of, and wrapped around the finger of a beautiful femme fatale. Throughout my entire life I have sought these types of women but have never found one that really shared my desires. Sure, I have met my share of demanding women but it usually turned out that they were demanding and controlling in a vanilla way and it never extended to the bedroom let alone into a Mistress/slave relationship.
**This is my fist story for a long time, so I'd be grateful for any comments or feedback**
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Monday morning seemed like a mile away just a few days ago!... I had been so relaxed and excited to finally meet the girl I've been fantasizing for the past few weeks, a girl that seemed just too good to be true even from the further reaches of my imagination. But here I was turning the fantasy into reality.