On one wall hung an array of whips, paddles and straps. There was a bench covered in a black silk cloth on the left as you walked into the room. On it were candles, nipple clamps, fanny clamps, pegs and small ropes. The next shelf down contained boxes. One filled with feathers, another with masks to cover the willing participants’ eyes. The third box was full of dildos in all shapes and numerous butt plugs.

In short… Gilbert’s farm stays are not five-star but a truly worthwhile experience – another blog done for the latest travel adventure.

That’s what I do.

I go on holidays and write about it on my website. It has done well since I started it 3 years ago with more people wanting to advertise on the site then I have room. I also have trips booked solid for the next 3 months. Happy Days!

It was 9 pm and I was up for some fun. Some B&D fun.

Liza my usual sub had moved on and I hadn’t bothered looking for anyone new. I had a lot of work on and its not that hard to get your dick sucked on holidays. Well anytime really.

I logged on to Fetish Lifestyle. I hadn’t been on for a while and my profile reminded me of this – with loads of left messages from well-wishers for my 45th Birthday a week ago. I took time to answer everyone before moving through to the match section.

It wasn’t long before I noticed Mia. She was 38 with a good body. Her hair was a dark purple color. Her eyes were deep brown. And her header said she was new to this and looking to be trained.

I clicked on her profile – she explained this was her first venture into a life she had craved for a long time. She felt trapped because she couldn’t live the life she wanted. She was looking for a Dom who would work with her to help her discover her inner desires.

I typed.

‘Good day to you dear Mia. My name is James but you can call me Sir Jay. I thought your profile showed an honest side something missing form the world today. I just wanted to introduce my self and say Hi.’

I pressed send. The message was gone.

I went back to the profile search and started to look through the pictures on offer, when a request for instant messaging appeared. It was from Mia. I opened the box.

Mia: ‘Good evening Sir Jay, how are you tonight?’

Me: ‘Good thank you. And how does this evening find you?’

Mia: ‘Excited, scared, thrilled, cautious.’

Me: ‘That is interesting. Why so?’

Mia: ‘Well your email was what I was looking for. I have had quite a few people send messages but all were just disgusting or people that seemed that they were after a quick fuck.’

Mia: ‘But you were polite and respectful. It’s what I need to help me become who I believe is inside me.’

Me: ‘And who is that? Is she different from the face you wear every day?’

Mia: ‘Oh so different – sometimes she screams to get out. I have had my share of fun and even had some guys try to teach me. My ex thought spanking was just smacking hard with no purpose no love or intent to correct. He tried but it just wasn’t him.’

Me: ‘Ahh that’s true. It’s either in you or not. But if it is to teach and share the enjoyment well the fun then begins.’

Mia: ‘And Sir Jay – what do you get out of it? Where is your pleasure? Cumming at will?’

‘Good question.’ I thought.

Me: ‘Mia, there is pleasure in teaching and enjoyment helping another to reach their full potential whatever the situation is.’

Me: ‘In truth there is also great pleasure in power. Not power to control the world… although I’m sure there is a pleasure in that as well – but the power to make a person do as you will. By knowing them and understanding them and using that to gain full acceptance and enjoyment and pure love from it.’

There was a pause Mia went quiet.

‘Maybe it was a bit much for our first conversation? Maybe not?’ I thought.

Me: ‘Are you there Mia?’

Still no answer. I opened another screen and checked my calendar. Trip to a yoga health spa and retreat Wednesday to Sunday. I sent a confirmation letter to the manager then decided to hit the sack.

The following morning no messages. Silence continued for a few days. I thought Mia had gone for good. Until Saturday morning I noticed a message in my inbox. It had come in at 3am. It was from Mia.

‘Forgive me Sir Jay I was scared and confused that my heart was racing and my bits were juicing just chatting to you. Something like this has never happened to me before. I feel that I have a connection to you already although we have never met. If you will Sir, please consider me for training I request to be your new sub.

Please email or call me.

Hopefully your Sub, Mia’

She had left her details.

This was a delightful surprise as most of my night had been spent thinking and dreaming about her. I wasted no time dialing the number she had left.

The phone rang and a soft but perky voice answered.

‘Hello this is Mia’

‘Hello Mia’

‘Sir Jay – it’s you!’

I thought this was strange, as we had never spoken. But she knew.

‘Yes it’s me Mia. I thought about your request. First I have a question.’

‘Yes Sir Jay.’

‘Do you belong to anyone else?’

‘No Sir Jay I am free.’

‘Well you are always free. But are you prepared to commit your self totally?’

‘Yes Sir Jay I am.’

‘I think we should meet don’t you?’

‘Yes that would be nice Sir’

‘OK call me James out of training it will be better.’

‘Ok Sir I mean James.’

‘So tonight at the Piano Bar around 7.’

‘Is that on George street?’

‘Yes it is and I will see you there. I will be alone dressed in black collared shirt dark black pants and boots. I will have a single rose white and pure.’

‘I will wear a white dress and pearls you will recognize them from my profile picture.’

I flicked open her profile and noticed a tight fitting set of pearls twin around her neck just like a choker.

‘They were passed down to me and had been broken long before I received them so I had them made into my collar. I wore for years not knowing their significance. One day James I would like you to put them on me.’

Deep inside I smiled. Mia was more then a willing student she had the inner desire, want and need to submit that she had been living it without knowing.

‘Yes, the pearls will mark our training. When they or any collar is around your neck you will be in training. Then once training is complete we can take them off and you can call me James again. Is that clear?’

‘Perfectly James I will see you tonight.’

I walked into the Piano Bar at 6.30 pm. Always early and ready, I was quite excited that I was going to meet Mia and maybe start a new journey. I sat at the bar and ordered a scotch. Misty who was behind the bar poured it.

‘James how are you this evening?’

‘I am well Misty, thanks for asking. And you?’

‘Oh James I am fine. Sir Dragon is fine as well. He is putting together a small party for a select group of friends if you are interested?’

‘Sounds like fun. Put me down – maybe with a plus one.’

‘Oh a plus one?’ she said.

‘Yes I am meeting someone tonight.’

‘Well she might just be a lucky lady.’

I had been to many an enjoyable night at the Castle. It wasn’t really a Castle, more a large house set on the beach with playrooms. One room was painted a deep red including the ceiling trimmed with black architrave. It was decked out in chains, ropes and all manner off restraining implements.

On one wall hung an array of whips, paddles and straps. There was a bench covered in a black silk cloth on the left as you walked into the room. On it were candles, nipple clamps, fanny clamps, pegs and small ropes. The next shelf down contained boxes. One filled with feathers, another with masks to cover the willing participants’ eyes. The third box was full of dildos in all shapes and numerous butt plugs.

The next room was decked out as a school classroom. It had a green chalkboard at the head of the room. There was a teacher’s desk in one corner and a bunch of chairs and desks around the room. Many a good even has been spent in there watching naughty students receive their punishment.

The third room was filled up mattresses. It was the fucking room and had seen many a good orgy.

My favorite were the dining and entertainment rooms. This is where people brought their subs for demonstrations of their exhibitionist nature and loyalty to their Doms. Dinner was often served off naked men or women as we sat around them eating on the 20 seat long table.

But that was for later. It was 10 to seven. Mia would be here soon.

The clocked ticked over to 15 minutes past 7. When Mia arrived, she looked beautiful. She was small had a mix of Asian and Latino in her. I was sitting at a table the white rose in front of me. I stood as she approached.

‘Good evening Mia.’

She was wearing her pearl collar, her dress white was short very tight fitting showed all beautiful curves.

‘Good evening Sir Jay.’ She said quietly.

I motioned for her to take a seat. She did.

‘I am sorry I am late Sir Jay. It won’t happen again.’

‘I know Mia. That’s ok we will deal with that later.’

The evening went well. She told me all her inner most desires – it seemed as she was a perfect fit for what I needed. The clock chimed it was 11pm. I went to the bar to settle our account.

‘Mia it was a lovely evening. To answer your question.’ I took a breath

‘I have considered your request; it would be my pleasure to bring you into the BDSM world. But you will need to be re-collared. You are welcome to wear that one when we are not together in training but when you are with me you will wear what I give you.’

‘Of course Sir Jay. Thank you.’

‘Now Mia tonight you were late. Please come with me.’

I stood and reached our – she stood and took my hand. I lead her to a room behind the bar. It was dark except for a small light coming in from a window. It lit up a chair in the middle of the room. I walked over to it and sat down.

‘Mia you were late this is not acceptable. Please come over here and lay across my lap.’

‘Sir Jay I I …….. yes’

She lowered her gaze and walked across the room. She put her purse down and laid over my lap. I pulled her dress up. She was not wearing any panties, which in a way disappointed me.

‘Mia I will spank you now for being late. Also please ensure you wear panties from now on unless advised.’

‘Yes Sir Jay’

I felt her cheeks her butt firm and pert. He ample breasts hung over my knee her hair hung down. I felt her inner thighs. She squirmed.

Then grabbed hold of each cheek squeezing them in my hands then letting go and giving them a slap as the cheeked rolled out. After a while her ass started to redden. She was ready.

I spanked her cheek on the left side first then on the right. Five on each side.

I then felt her cheeks. The heat was radiating and her butt was glowing in the moonlight. I spanked her again rubbing her pussy and inner thighs as I went.

Smack smack smack.

She wiggled under my hand but stayed strong until I finished. My hands run over her arse.

‘Mia you can stand.’

‘Thank you Sir.’ Her eyes filled with tears. They were tears of relief that her life had come full circle and she was now living the life she truly desired.

‘Thank you Sir Jay…’

Mia pulled her dress back down. She turned and I dried her tears.

‘I am impressed Mia. You did well.’

‘Thank you Sir. I will ensure I am on time form now on.’

I took her hand and we walled to the door. Misty who had been watching from the door way hugged Mia tight.

‘It’s nice to meet you Mia. We will see you soon.’

Mia looked at me.

‘I will tell you later. Mia I go away on Wednesday evening to a yoga spa. For 5 days. I will book you a room if you like. We can continue your training there.’

‘Yes Sir. Thank you. That would be nice.’

I walked her out and put her into a car I had waiting and sent her home.

Would she be back? Who knows?

I hope so …