For about the past five or six years I have known that I am sexually submissive. I had played out various fantasies in my head in which I would cast myself as a victim to a cruel women whose sole purpose was to inflict pain and humiliation on me. I then progressed to listening to recorded telephone messages advertised in the national newspapers which carried titles that instantly made me squirm with pleasure, such as 'Girls milk you into your pudding and force you to eat it all up.' In fact it was this very title that made me realise that it was the humiliation I was interested in feeling moreso than the pain. So then I was 23 years old and I still hadn't known the true feeling of being humiliated by a woman for her amusement. I had a regualar girlfriend for quite a while and I managed to hide the way I felt. Then we split up and there I was again, buying the magazines that cater to submissive males and dreaming up some new ways of being put at the mercy of cruel women. It was only six months ago that I actually did something positive towards meeting a dominant woman. I placed a contact ad in one of the leading fetish magazines in the UK. Unfortunately, but unsurprisingly I didn't get any replies. I'm not too convinced that there's many 6ft blonde 20 yr old evil girls out there that are desperate enough to scower the contact pages of Fetish mags in the hope that the 'bit of a perv' advertising is in fact the gorgeous bronze sub boy that she's been in search of for years. What with all the money I had saved after the split with my girlfriend I found myself contemplating the sevices of a Professional Dominatrix. For about a month I gradually built up the courage to phone one of the numbers I had saved from one publication or another. All the numbers I had were London codes. There seems to be a lack of Pro Dommes anywhere near the Exeter area of the UK. Eventually I did manage to dial a number and I found I had more confidence than I had expected of myself. 'Are you interested in a visit?' she asked first. 'Yes please.' I replied with a hint of a stammer in my voice. 'What sort of femdom are you interested in ?' She just came right out and asked me. I had no idea how to answer a question like this. I needed to prepare for this question but she wanted an answer right away. 'I'd like to be humiliated please. Maybe some pain as well.' I managed to say. 'Thats fine. Would you like to leave it up to me ?' she asked sensing my inexperience. 'Yes please.' I said relieved at her control over the responsibilities. She went through all of the important details with me like the price list which, despite my inexperience, seemed reasonable. She told me to bring her fee in cash but to also bring my cheque book for any extras that might crop up. She gave me a detailed description of how to find her once I arrived in London and she told me which hotels I could stay at for the amount I was willing to pay. She seemed so organised and precise about every aspect of my trip that I felt totally under her control already. Once I had hung up the phone, though, I realised that we hadn't discussed what she looked like. I could have kicked myself, how stupid was that? I decided, however, that I'd go through with it anyway. After all she sounded so empowering that as a submissive male I had no right to question her physical appearance. The day arrived and I stood at the bottom of the street in which Mistress Louise was based. I had no idea as to what I should be wearing. I decided jeans and a smart T Shirt would do. I had had my hair cut the day before just so that I'd look as presentable as I possibly could. I was still a bit too early yet so I just walked past her house just to make sure I knew where I was supposed to be going. The front of the house looked so ordinary. It was in the middle of a normal residential street. It had a very small front yard and an old looking brown door. The house looked quite old itself, but I thought at the time that it was most probably not cheap. After walking past the house for the third time I decided that it was now or never. With each step I tried to talk myself out of going through with it. In the end I just took a deep breath and banged the brass knocker on the front of the door. Within a few seconds the door opened and I made eye contact with my mistress. She was about the same height as me, 6ft, maybe a little taller. She had wavey long dark brown hair that came to her mid back. She was wearing a white blouse which puffed out at the sleeves and wasn't at all tight. Her short black business type skirt, however, looked very tight. Her long smooth legs were bare and ended at a pair of black patent high heeled shoes. She was absolutely beautiful. She smiled at me so sweetly at first and looked so pretty that I was a little worried that she couldn't live up to my idea of a dominatrix. For the last couple of days I had been trying to picture what Mistress Louise was going to look like. Although I couldn't even begin to imagine what her face or hair was going to be like I sort of visioned her to be clad from head to toe in black leather and wielding a bullwhip. Mistress Louise stepped out of the house, closed the door and locked it. She stood in front of me, moved some hair that had blown into her face and smiled at me again. She took my wrist and pulled me out onto the pavement and urged me into a waiting taxi. She climbed in next to me and told the driver where to go. 'First of all I shall explain to you the rules that you will obey. I do not ever repeat myself and so I would suggest that you pay attention to what I am saying. My name is Mistress Louise and this is how you will address me if you have been given permission to speak. Do you understand the first rule ?' I noticed that the driver had heard every word of my mistress's speach and I felt so stupid in front of him but I knew better than to hesitate or try to say something cocky. 'Yes Mistress Louise.' I confirmed. 'Good I'm glad you have some sort of brain. I will address you as whatever takes my fancy and you will obey my every command no matter what it may be without any complaint or hesitation. From now on you will adopt a feminine way of speaking that is to say softly and with a lisp. You will not look at any part of my body above my knee. You will pay me my fee when we get to your hotel room but first we must make a quick stop.' We then sat in complete silence for about fifteen minutes as the taxi made it's way through the busy London streets. I wondered what the driver must think of the situation unfolding in the back of his cab. Before long the driver pulled to the side of the road and stopped his taxi. Mistress Louise paid him and we both got out in front of a large department store. 'In we go then.' she said in a pretty cheery way that seemed totally different to her sharp manner in the taxi. She led the way into the store and made straight for the elevator. We waited for the doors to open and stepped inside. Before long it was full and the doors shut again. Neither of us said a word. I wouldnt't dare, after all I didn't want to be humiliated in front of all these people. I began to get anxious as to when my Mistress would take me back to the hotel room to begin my treatment, whatever that would entail. The doors opened again and Mistress Louise grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the elevator. Once out I found myself in the corner of the busy ladies clothing department. 'Let me explain what we're going to do. First of all we will pretend that we are not together. I will walk around the room looking at the clothes. You will watch me from a distance. If I pick up an item from its rack and put it back you will follow this procedure... 1: Wait for me to start looking at another shelf and then pick the item up. 2: When I pick up a shoe you will ask a female assistant if you can try the items on 3: You will go to a changing room and try the items on. 4: You will then buy the items by cheque. Do you undestand your orders ?' I just couldn't beleive it. The thought of asking a sales girl if I could try on some womens clothing was too humiliating to bear. 'Please Mistress Louise, don't make me do it.' I begged. 'I can't do it.' 'I don't recall giving you permission to open your mouth you little slut.' She snapped back at me, 'I am going to make this as humiliating for you as possible, and you will do as you are told.' With that she calmly walked away from me and headed straight towards the lingery area. I watched my mistress as she picked up the first item. I could only see that it was white but from where I was standing I couldn't quite see what it was. She then replaced the item and went on to the next shelf. I swallowed my pride and went straight over to where my mistress had left the item. I picked it up and a wave of shame went through my body. I was holding a girdle complete with four suspender staps. How was I supposed to ask a shop assistant if I could try this on. I then noticed that Mistress Louise had already picked up two more Items. She was a little to my left holding up a bra and panty set. This was going to be too much to bear. I followed my mistress around the department for about 50 minutes before she finally picked up a pair of shoes to look at. This was my signal to look for a sales assitant. I tried to think of a way of making this less embarrasing for myself but there was no way anyone would believe some story about a fancy dress party or whatever. I scanned the room, looking for a sales girl, specifically looking for an older woman which I thought would make the situation a little easier to cope with. 'Can I help sir?' A voice from behind me asked. I turned around to find myself face to face with a stunning blonde girl of about 19 years old. I could feel my face turning red even before I spoke. 'Is it OK if I try on these clothes?' I asked. The shame was unreal. The girl looked at me and then the clothes and I could see that she wasn't expecting me to ask something like that. Instead of giggling like I'd have expected her to. She looked shocked and a bit annoyed. 'I'll have to check with my supervisor about that.' she said, and then disappeared into a side room. I looked around the room and saw that Mistress Louise was enjoying my situation, She had pointed me out to two other shoppers who were now joking with each other about me. After a short while the shop assistant retuned with another, slightly older woman. 'Let me get this right sir. You want to try these clothes on?' The supervisor asked me, obviously trying to hide a smirk. 'Yes please.' I answered trying to make myself sound confident. 'Well I'm afraid we don't allow people to try on underwear before they buy sir. And we would never allow a man to try on ladies panties sir. But if you still want them I'll have Sophie take for them.' I knew that Mistress Louise would end up punishing me for not carrying out all of her orders but there wasn't anything I could do about it. I paid for the goods and we left. Mistress Louise didn't say anything until we got to the hotel room. I knew I was going to be in deep trouble, but I thought she'd be lenient with me because it wasn't my fault. 'You disobeyed me today, slut, and so you will be punished. I am the most spiteful girl you will ever meet and I am going to make you wish you were never born. I want you dressed in your new clothes and standing in the corner by the time I get back or I will take you to see a big gay friend of mine OK?' 'Yes mistress' I lisped in total submission. She left and I Immediatly undressed. I then opened the bags and began to dress myself in my new feminine clothes. First I slipped on the white satin panties followed with the matching bra. I then pulled on the girdle which was way too small for me. It bit into my flesh as if it was made for a child. Next I put my white stockings on. My body had already been fully shaved and so my legs now looked very good. Then I slipped on the white cotton blouse and finally the white pleated skirt. I wanted to look at myself but the room had no mirror so I just went to stand in the corner as my mistress had ordered. After what must have been about an hour Mistress Louise returned. I didn't turn around when I heard the door open but I knew it was her. With one swift movement she swung me from where I was standing towards the bed. She pushed me forward so that I was sort of kneeling but with my body bent over the bed. I felt her lift my pleated skirt up over the small of my back and then my panties ripped clean away from my body. I quivered with fear as she positioned some sort of probe at the opening of my bottom. I could feel my breathing was becoming harsh and my heart was beating hard. She then forced the probe deep into my bottom and then stood back. 'As you have decided to act like a naughty little slut, I have decided to treat you as a naughty little slut. So I am going to fill your pretty little ass with...hmmmn yes I think I'll fill you with custard. Cold yellow custard.' With that I felt an instant surge inside me. She was pumping cold custard up my backside. 'When you're full you are going shopping again. No panties mind so I hope you can hold yourself. What would people think if they saw custard dripping out from under your pretty white pleated skirt? And this time you will try on your outfits before you buy them. Understand?'