Dinner in the Forest
I much prefer going to see Mistress in a new place for both of us, rather than a dungeon or hotel room. It gives us both a chance to fantasize about context and a feeling. I also like to see her when she travels—and she does see clients all over the world. When she announces a travel date, I try to think about how I might engineer my professional and personal life to coincide with hers. After all, our time together becomes experiences of pleasure that will last a lifetime.
Discussing with her where we would next meet, I had this very strong need and feeling of wanting to feel safe and cozy with her. I wanted a place that spoke of cuddling and intimacy, one of total relaxation and comfort, and just plain good vibes.
We settled on a charming cottage in the woods. I liked that it was not far from her home, as somehow I felt superstitiously that proximity to home gives power and energy—a truism from my own life. Feeling her power at her most centred place, her most comfortable place, put me in a frame of receptiveness. What was it? I get it…she is the womb for me, the source of supreme comfort, and spiritual access to the womb comes through submission.
I wore a house dress in anticipation of her arrival. It made me feel like a domestic Goddess straight out of Good Housekeeping, and I cooked for her, in a frilly apron and in my bare feet. No, I did not look silly. I looked hot.
Mistress shares my love of food and I wanted to welcome her with something tasty, something I had created for her, so I did.
When she arrived there was the predicament of being seen in a dress by her uber driver, but thankfully he pulled out before I was able to go outside and grab her bag.
“Look at you,” she said, surprised since I am normally such a boring dresser.
“Hi Daddy,” I said, a little afraid that she might not like being called that.
“Hi,” she said hugging me. So nice. “It looks good on you.”
“Thank you,” I said, “I’m channelling my inner Martha Stewart.”
“Something smells nice,” she said picking up on the smells wafting out into the evening air.
“I have something I would like you to taste,” I said, walking over to the stove.
Mistress is a self-confessed switch, though I have not one bone of dominance in me in relation to her, I can play because I know she likes to play. I picked up a little spoon and scooped a small quantity of what I had been up to out of the bowl and held it up to her mouth to feed her. Her eyes sparkled, amused, defiant, surprised, but she opened her mouth and tasted it. Ahh, Trust! The last time we had been together we were in a restaurant and she had fed me. I will confess that I found it rather erotic.
“Mmm, delicious,” she purred, “Sabayon.”
“Yes Mistress.” She picked up the other spoon and did her own scooping.
She brought the spoon to my mouth and fed me.
“Good boy,” she said, “or should I say good girl?”
“As you wish Mistress. I am forever both, sliding from one to the other. It is enough that you call me ‘good’.”
She fed me again. “Good baby,” she said. She knew how to get me.
“Mistress?” I asked.
“Yes?”
“This got me thinking,” I said pointing to the Sabayon. “I had this big fantasy, spurred in part by this place, and what a great kitchen it has, and what a wonderful big table to dine at…and how magical it would be to cook a dinner for you, but not just you, for you and some friends. No kink, just a celebration of food. Do you think we could ever do that?”
“Hmm,” she said, “that will take a while. You know I don’t like to mix my lives.”
“Maybe with friends who know what you do and don’t disapprove. But anyway, it would be totally vanilla.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she said. “Let me think about it. Don’t get your hopes up. Think 6 months from now.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I said so very grateful. I knew it was a big ask. “If it had to be kinky and with your professional associates, that would be fine too.”
“No, I like your idea. I like the idea of you slaving for all of them, but that it is just an act of fealty. Let me think it over.”
And with that, we played. I am learning to please her, and it is very fulfilling to do so.
In the end, it did take 6 months to stage, but about four months after this encounter, she suggested that it might be possible. That she had a small group of women friends who knew her activities, and who would happily join a dinner. I knew how far she was going out on a limb for me.
“I’ll tell you what though,” she said.
“Yes Mistress?”
“It had better be good.”
“Yes Mistress.” What a wonderful challenge!
“I can’t wait to plan the menu you with you. Food fit for a Goddess.”
“I can’t wait either.”
I won’t bore you with the details of our exchange on foods, dishes, recipes, flavours, textures, table settings. It got rather complicated, but if you love these things as I do, or as we do, you would know that this is as good or better than any session. Good food is also a spiritual endeavour.
In the end, to prepare, I hired a professional chef with a professional kitchen to test all of the recipes with me and to work them through, not once, but twice. I booked the house also a few days early, to have time to prepare everything in situ, and to ensure that it was all “just so”.
She came by to visit and taste once or twice in those days. And there is something about her presence that never fails to make me cry. She brings out a vulnerability and joy in me that together turn on the waterworks. There’s that, and there’s laughter. They usually come together.
On the day, I got everything ready. Laid a most beautiful table and did all of the final cooking. Everything came together beautifully.
She arrived first, followed in short order by her guests. Mistress had chosen my clothes, alien to me, but she wanted me to look a certain way, and I revelled in that she cared enough to choose. I wore a dark turtleneck, shirts I have always hated because of the feeling of something on my neck has always been stressful (except when she collars me), and dark, slim trousers. A chestnut belt, but barefoot—a nod to D/s. The other nod to D/s was that I was to address her guests as Miss Jane, Miss Sarah, Miss Kate, Miss Alice, and Miss Lynn. I knew what I was to call Mistress already.
The guests were all appreciative of the setting, the scent of the food, and the lovely things I set on the table before them. It was an absolutely wonderful evening, filled with happiness and good cheer, laughter, fun conversation. I was able to serve and clear and do any last-minute prep without interfering with my ability to participate and enjoy the evening. That was the nicest part.
Mistress had asked that I give a nice gift to each of her guests, and I had done so, presented at the end of the meal. She had helped me choose something appropriate for each of them, and a nice little Tiffany’s blue box was presented to each along with dessert. You could see that they almost couldn’t believe it. They were very gracious about the gift and about the dinner and lavish in their praise.
Neither Mistress or I had touched alcohol, something we had always kept out of our interactions…but her friends were having fun, and it was loosening tongues and inhibition.
“So, Patrick,” one of the ladies said, “how far will you go for your Mistress?” I looked at Mistress for her approval to answer. She nodded.
“Thank you for asking Miss Jane. I don’t know, because she has never abused her power, but conceptually, I will go wherever she takes me. And if I cannot, I will certainly try.”
“Do you like being whipped?”
“No Miss, I don’t. But if Mistress wishes to whip me, then I am glad to receive the lash. Does that make sense? If Mistress wishes to make me do something, even if it is uncomfortable or painful to me, it is because she asks it of me that I enjoy it. And when she asks things of me that are hard for me, I end up enjoying it more.”
“But do you really feel that you deserve to be punished?”
“No Miss. If I am good, I never deserve to be punished. I should hate deserving to be punished. It would mean I had failed at my most basic task, to be obedient and subservient. No Miss, I am whipped because Mistress wishes to whip me, nothing more. I believe she enjoys it.”
“I do,” Mistress purred.
“Could we see it?” asked Miss Lynn, “I’ve never seen that. I think it would be fun. Would you mind?” I don’t know who she was asking, but the question was not for me to answer anyway.
“Get my crop,” Mistress commanded. It was standing next to the door in the corner of the room. I went and fetched it. I knelt before her and presented it to her.
“Oooh,” one of the ladies said.
“Take your shirt off,” Mistress commanded. I did. “Put your hands on the table,” she said indicating the coffee table next to us. I turned, and stretched out my arms, giving her a flat, naked back and arms to work with.
“It is very important to start gently with a sub,” Mistress said quietly, gently caressing me with the end of the whip, lightly touching and tapping me with it here and there. “It helps his mind get ready for what is coming, helps his body to produce the adrenalin and endorphins he will need to be able to get through it. And then I heard the swoosh and felt the crack rip through my body. I cried out.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I said after.
“The cane is the most cruel of whips,” Mistress continued. “It leaves marks. In an experienced Domme’s hands it is an art, but with someone who is not, it can cause serious damage.”
The blows came now, with varying intensity, with no lasting rhythm, always keeping me guessing, all the way up my arms and down my back…alternating with her soft touch. It was bliss. My body was surely marked.
Most of the ladies clapped after. One came over and inspected the welts.
“That was hot,” another said.
“I don’t know, it’s pretty extreme,” Miss Jane said.
“Mistress?”
“Yes?”
“Did you bring my favourite whip?”
“Yes, I did,” and she went and got it from her bag not 10’ from us.
“May I?” I asked extending out my hands to her as she brought it over.
“Yes, you may.”
I crawled to Miss Jane with the whip in my hands and knelt before her and looked up at her. I took the whip and bowed my head and held it up to her. She hesitated, but then took it.
“It’s possible to be gentle too,” I said. “Please understand that the physical part is meaningless. What matters is the submission.” And I could feel the tears welling in my eyes as I looked at hers. “Please take control. It’s something I need. I can’t live without it. It’s like water. It isn’t extreme, or gross, or unnatural. It is a doorway that we go through. The whip is just a means of opening the door. Please Miss Jane, please.” And then I lay my head on her knee, sideways. “Please beat me,” I whispered to her, and then waited.
She hefted it, hesitated.
“Do it,” one of the other ladies encouraged.
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t bite like the cane,” my Mistress said, and then I felt the muscle in her leg tense under my check and felt the whip come down. Like a brush with many strands, she whipped my back over the cane welts in a beautiful and cathartic way. And no, not just once or twice, but as she struck, she seemed to develop a taste for it.
“Thank you, Miss Jane,” I intoned after each stroke.
And then it happened. I began to sob. Quietly, tears streaming down my face, but I could not hide the tell-tale movement in my body. I looked up at her, her face.
“You’re crying,” she said, moved by pity and warmth.
“Please don’t stop, it’s so beautiful. Thank you, Miss Jane, thank you.”
“Really?” she said, “how curious. I think I rather like this.” And she guided my head back down. Her whipping took on variety, as if she had settled into it, and had learnt from Mistress. I was lost in a dream, and then it stopped.
“It’s been a lot of excitement for you today, hasn’t it?” Mistress said.
“Yes Mistress,” and I relished the soothing hands on my back of both Miss Jane and Mistress. “Thank you.”
“Ladies,” I’m going to get Patrick ready for bed and then bring him out to say goodnight. We like to put him to bed early. “Come,” she said, leading me to the bedroom. I tuned out the conversation as if someone had put noise-cancelling headphones around me and Mistress…I was cocooned in her presence.
“I’m proud of you,” she said laying me down on the bed. “Everything was perfect. You made me look good.” I can’t think of higher praise from Her.
“Goddess,” I breathed reaching out to her, and she took my hand and gave it a squeeze.
We had not discussed or agreed what came next specifically in relation to this evening, but in general we were well in bounds. And anyway, I had my safe words. There, next to the bed was a diaper, some cream, some powder. I looked at it as she undid my belt and pants and pulled them down, and brought my thumb to my mouth, and spread my legs, telling her with my body that I was ready. She diapered me and the contrast with the still throbbing pain from my caning and whipping and the soft, sensual thickness of the diaper was sublime. She gave me a pacifier and I sucked it into my mouth. I looked at this most beautiful, wonderful person. She handed me a t-shirt, a plain white soft cotton ones, so soft and comfortable, but also nice and short and snug to leave my diaper showing, and then she led me back out into the room.
“Someone’s here to say good night,” she announced. Not one of them missed a beat. It was all “aww,” and “cute,” and “goodnight baby.”
“Goodnight Miss Lynn. Goodnight Miss Sarah. Goodnight Miss Kate. Goodnight Miss Alice. Goodnight Miss Jane. Thank you so much for coming tonight. It was so nice to meet you.”
“Goodnight baby,” they all sang and blew me kisses, “thank you for dinner.”
And then Mistress led me back to the bedroom, where she tied me spread-eagled to the bed. Then she gave me my pacifier again to suck on and left me to hang with her guests. I knew not to bother her unless it was really important.
I lay in a mixture of bliss and discomfort on my whipped back but wanted to be stuck in this strange twilight forever. I heard them laugh and joke and have fun. It occurred to me that I didn’t belong in that adult world out there right now. I was where I belonged, and I was as happy as I have ever been. Later, before leaving, they all came and kissed me goodnight. Miss Jane lingered, and whispered in my ear, “I really enjoyed whipping you tonight, maybe I can do it again sometime…”. The joy on my face.
After, Mistress untied me, and we talked and cuddled awhile. I looked at the dishes and debris on the table of a wonderful evening and was especially thankful that a cleaner was coming first thing to take care of it.
Goodnight my Goddess. Thank you for the time of my life.
I LOVED reading this, beautiful! Is this a real-life experience or a fantasy? Naughty minds would like to know! XOXO
What do we say?…”this is a work of fiction. Any references to actual events, to real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended only to give the story a sense of real authenticity…any resemblance to real life is entirely coincidental…”
What else do we say? “Write what you know.”
Now you know what I think about when I find my way towards a domme….
wow what an amazingly beautiful story and so well told, i can only imagine that it was real – and i think you were very lucky to experience it
Thank you Alan, that’s very kind. Much appreciated. It is fantasy, and I am glad you found it so real…some of it came to me in a dream…
have been very ill .migraines put me in bed for 5 weeks got better then both m.e and fibromagyia got very worse bed bound .i am on walking sticks ,how is your second mistress .what is the difference between your first mistress and this mistress you have .you have said your self it helps too cry runny snotty nose .but these tears/snot are of joy/laugh .a lot difference .so much..snot fun,mark.x
Hi Mark. I am so glad to hear from you. I was worried about you, and wondering how you were doing. I am sorry about your illness, and that it has been a rough time for you. I do love the runny snotty nose too, and Ex Mistress sure got a lot of that…but sometimes we need to have a really good cry to be able to move forward. The most important difference between the two (and this is not to say anything bad about Ex Mistress, for I still love her very much even though I don’t see her and will never see her again) is that new Mistress treats me with respect. She does not treat me as a lesser person because I am her client or because I cry or like kinky things…and she is open with me, and I am more confident that I am able to give to her in ways that she values, and which makes our relationship more solid. Be good Mark, I am glad to see you back.
when a person shows no respect it is not ok has too end…but you feel happier .to be treated for who you are .not things used against you,it is best too be open,nobody should be made too …feel/be///ashamed., i am looking forward too reading more of your ,kinks.i got a few hospital appointments coming up.mark.xxx
You are sooooo right Mark, thank you for saying this. The first and most important aspect of respect is tolerance, being non-judgmental. The second is to respect someone’s boundaries. And the third is being heard. I appreciate your voice. Be well and good luck with your hospital visits. It can’t be easy. You are a real fighter.
this should be against the law,, i am a disabled person ,even i see ..disrespect ..very very bad .i am very open-minded ..lot more than most. by sounds of it telling you to do things you do not wish too do.mark.xx
Hi Mark…thank you for your message. I didn’t feel that way about it, so would be very curious to know which part you found wrong and disrespectful. Please share when you can.
i mean in the way of..people .take me for instance ,disabled .not able to work, high list of health issues like both bladder and bowel problems .both m.e .and fibromagyia .i get called very bad names like piss-pot, laughed at..criminals get treated …respected a lot lot better .,take you your a trans–lady in like say erotica ,what harm are you doing too other people .mark.xx
That is so true Mark, thank for your sharing that. I am sorry to hear that people say written things to you. Very sorry indeed. One of my important friends has said to me that when people judge us, or are mean or cruel to us, they are living out their own problems, their own trauma. She finds it in her heart to feel sorry for them, and to recognise that their problem is them, not you…
One of my favourite trans advocates, @alokvmenon, also says many of the same things in the trans context. It is very enlightened. Have a beautiful day.
massage is very arousal .wearing ladies knickers very arousal .mistress putting a bra on you .then you putting a bra on mistress …..mark.xx
Those things sound like fun…I hope you get to try them from time to time
have you watched a television programme called.naked attraction, on channel four here at night ,last week or two weeks ago ..it is a dateing show ..but naked, a lady come on very very amazing a trans –lady very attractive,for a trans lady she had big breasts ..as a man he went on the same show about 2 years ago.she was not afraid or shy too show, very stunning .mark.is that contact on twitter .xx
I have not. I don’t watch TV anymore now for several years. But I will keep my eye out for it. Thank you. Sounds like fun.
it is on every wednesday 10,0,clock at night…..next week .there is a 27 year old trans-lady on there .most people think trans have men-nipples ..how very wrong these are. .mark.x
reminder .tonight 10,0.clock channel four .a ..trans..man…this mean he ..was .a lady.,mark.xx
I will have to figure this out one day Mark. I don’t have a TV, or an account that has a TV, I suppose I could sign up for a service through my computer, but I have so little time. I will see if I can find it when I am next in London.
it gives trans people a good view.you seeing new mistress very soon,mark.x
I wish I would see her soon, but we both travel a lot and she is a very busy lady, and so I have to plan out well in advance when I will see her…but I will see her soon enough. And it already is nice to me to know that there is a date in the future where I know that I will see her.
it will keep you looking..forward .will be more tears for.you.all so you are lot more happier not just with new mistress but your body trans-lady .,a lot lot difference from say a year or two years ago .mark.x
You are so right. And I do have to say that I really, really love my Domme.
morning. it is full of pleasure.mark,xx
it sure is
was you a crossdressor ,first .then a trans-lady ..how different are these.mark.xx
Thank you for your interesting question. It makes me think of a couple of things. First, the language we had to describe things when I was young and today are different. So, there were terms like transsexual, which is no longer in vogue, and which is what I am–physically changing sex. I am also transgender. I was born this way. Transgender means that the gender we feel we are or wish for is not the same as our biological sex.
A transvestite is someone who is sexually excited by putting on the clothes of the opposite sex. Whilst there are many transgender men (Assigned female at birth) and transgender women (Assigned Male at Birth), almost all transvestites are men. Interestingly, and contrary to popular opinion, most transvestites are “straight”, otherwise heterosexual men.
I was never a transvestite. Wearing girl clothes when I was growing up, in my teens, or as an adult, never sexually aroused me. It did, however, bring on an incredible sense of peace, though sometimes it also increased my dysphoria, because it emphasised that I felt I was in a different body than what I wished for.
There are transgender people, including drag queens, who arrive at their transgender status by first beginning with drag. I do not know any such people and have not met any in my support groups, though I believe it is meant to be fairly common–I just haven’t been able to ask if they got horny from cross-dressing.
Another interesting tidbit, is that the majority of transgender women (AMAB) are “straight”, as in they like men after transitioning. By a long shot. I am one of the curious few who is a trans woman and I just like women…but this also fits with why I want it in the first place–to be closer to women, and more like what I love.
Thanks for asking such a lovely question.
i like too understand..unlike some who would say very bad names.. i did have a feeling that ..you..much prefer women ..trans lady. new mistress would it be possible to say..travel with ..her..a few days.mark.xx
I would love that. Very much. And one day, I hope we will. But she is a very busy and very special woman, and these things take time. I’m glad what you want for me is what I want for me!
things do take ..time. but there is a next time .very soon. had you say had..mistress ..before ..trans– lady .or after you become trans=lady.if you would like too ask me any thing please do.this way it is,shareing.mark.xx
Hi Mark. Thank you for asking. Ex-Mistress gave birth to me as a trans woman. This was not conscious on her part, and we never “played” in the area of gender. But one byproduct of being with her was finding the strength to come out. New Mistress met me before this happened, but while I was still with ex-Mistress. I met her because I wanted to get the advice of someone who I respected about the feelings that were so powerful in me in relation to ex-Mistress–I was finding I loved her (and if I am honest with myself, I still do), and I didn’t know what to do with that. She gave me great advice, and then some months later, she reached out to just by chance on the day that ex-Mistress and I agreed to stop seeing each other. And so, we began, but by the time that we began to play, I was already out. And new Mistress is a great supporter of trans people not just in her practice, but in life. it is a part of what I admire so much in her.
And yes, tell me about you. Tell me your kinks. What is it that gives you joy in life?
morning.mark.xx
morning.have you got all lady parts .or are waiting for them ..like you got.breasts .lot lot bigger.mark,xxx
Hi Mark…I am still waiting my dear. But I will surely share quite a bit in the run up to my operation…
with photos be very fantastic.mark,xx
morning.is there any thing that you miss when you was a man, mark
Good morning Mark. I hope you are well. There are some things that are different in ways that are too bad, inconvenient, but I am very happy to make the trade-off. Here are some. I have been mansplained too. M<y physical strength is declining rapidly, and so too is my muscle mass, and this is being replaced by softer tissue…the effect of which is that it is harder to exercise, harder to do things which I found easy before. There is a hill below my house which I typically run up and down, and I used to be able to do this without stopping without any real difficulty. Now I cannot. I will have to train hard to be able to simply do what I did before. I wrote a post once about embracing my weakness, and this is true, I have to settle into it. My children open jars for me now, men carry things for me. And this is gracious and positive, but it is also a recognition that it is harder for me to do it. What will I actually miss most? Being able to pee standing up. But not enough to not embrace what is happening in my body and mind. thank you for asking.
i would say i am older than you are . i can see what you mean, monday 12th i am a lot older .i have worn ladiies knickers and bra .often, i would say taking t-shirt top off .men do this for granted.if a lady did this because bigger breasts they get very bad jokes and staired at,do you have ,bladder or bowel problems ..i, have..both..mark,x
Hi Mark. I am sorry to hear that you have bladder and bowel problems. I am blessed with excellent health. As you say, breasts have become sexual, and now that I have them too, I feel them to be sexual because they are so sensitive. My domme says that hers are so sensitive that all you have to is to breathe on them and she has an orgasm…mine are not quite that responsive, but there is truth in that
funny, i would say that ,your breasts are getting close the same .have a feeling mistress will be soon,mark.xx
I hope so I would like that
you should up date your stunning photo.of..you…is it ginger or red hair,i think that,children.are lot more .accepting than what adults are.if any of our children said too me .,they are trans –or they are gay ,i, would say .thank you for telling us. and ask how we can help them, do you think that being a trans lady has turned you too ,ladies.only.with new mistress you seem a lot lot more settled .feeling your self very.sexy .a lot lot more comfortable with the-same-sex,mark.x
Ginger my dear. 1.4% of the world’s population. A rare bird. A ballerina giraffe. I agree with you. I will post, and I think it will be pretty great. I am just waiting to get a little further along on my transition, to get my divorce over and done with…
you have been .teasing us .your new passport photo .as real lady you are.very hot snotty weather it is for.hayfever.there have been new bras out .ware you can open and close .but from the front .have you tryed these .mark.xx
spanking can be very nice .the the nappies wet,i think you feel a lot lot better and safer being mistress same -sex. it is hot making ,havfever very extra .snotty nosed.mark.xxx
Hi Mark, yes, spankings can be very fun indeed. Thinking about them, wanting to deserve them, enjoying them. Yes, spankings are beautiful.