As a relative newcomer to the scene I thought that I would write down my experiences. Hopefully it will inspire other women who, long to try it, but have serious doubts. I had been fascinated by the sub-dom scene for a long time, but didn't do anything, as everyone seemed to be so experienced. I was frightened that I would either cry off, or not come up to expectations. Maybe I wasn't really submissive at all. I certainly wasn't with my husband. Eventually, I saw an advert headed "THE HEADMASTER". As usual I read it, without any real intention of replying, but there was a link to his website, so I clicked on it. Soon found myself getting turned on by the services he provided. After reading what was on offer I decided that this would be the way to find out my true role, so I sent him an e-mail. After some initial correspondence and talking on the phone I felt I knew the Master well enough to take the plunge, so I booked a session called "Slave for a Day". I still had reservations, but it was free of charge and I could always change my mind. He also seemed genuinely concerned about his pupils welfare, so I felt confident I would be safe. Prior to the day he sent me a list of Slave Positions to learn. The positions were easy, but he told me I had to learn their names, so I could assume a position on command. Hesitation would be punished, so I tried hard to remember the names, Sula, Tower, Nadu and Hair. He was in Berkshire, some distance from me, but I took a day off work and set out. I was very nervous as I travelled to the session. A couple of times I nearly turned around and went home, and once I drove twice around a roundabout as I tried to make up my mind. I wished I had taken up his offer to meet somewhere first. I felt very foolish taking such a risk. Fortunately I pluck up courage and pressed on. I was shaking with excitement and nerves as I reached the front door. He has a school rule that pupils don’t wear knickers and this felt strange as well. I don't normally go out like that and it was quite surreal, as well as exciting, standing knickerless at a stranger’s front door. I had booked to join another pupil, as I wanted to explore my bisexual side (if I had one). The other pupil, Sue, opened the door. She was younger than me, attractive and friendly. I found out later that she was a regular and had trained to be one of the Master’s sluts, a course I had considered before settling on slave training. She ushered me inside where the Master stood waiting. This was it. No going back now. I stood in front of him rooted to the spot. He looked me up and down and then introduced himself. I relaxed a little bit now the ice was broken, but I was still very tense. He walked around me, looking me over. I'm in my forties and a bit overweight, so I was dreading what he would say next. I needn't have worried. He approved. In fact he seemed delighted that I was, as he put it, a "BBW". He asked me why I was here and what I was looking for. Gaining confidence I told him I wanted to learn to be his slave and get punishments and rewards, as he saw fit. He told me that this would mean doing every thing he said at all times and he reminded me about the safe-words, which would ensure he did not exceed my limits. He demanded total obedience and subservience to his will. Then he asked me if I still wanted to go ahead (assuming he would accept me). I said I did. The Master told me to come closer. Then he put his hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eye and said, "Well let's see if I think you are suitable." He lifted my hair and let it fall. Then he took hold of it at the back. Gently, but enough for me to know that he had a handle by which to control me. He felt my breasts and then turned me around and squeezed my buttocks. Finally he sat down and I stood in front of him, feeling like a naughty child waiting to be scolded. "Do you remember I gave you instructions about the School Dress Code?" he asked. I replied that I did. "Then show me if you have obeyed." I obediently lifted my skirt up, showing that I wasn't wearing anything beneath. I couldn't believe I was doing this with a man I had only met a few minutes before, but somehow it seemed right. He touched my pussy, all the while watching my face to see my reaction. I gasped as I felt his hand on me. "Turn around." he commanded. I turned. "Feet apart and bend over!" I meekly obeyed. "Further!" I bent further. I now understood what was happening. I felt very self-conscious with my bottom on display to this strange man, and Sue silently looking on. He called her over and she assumed the same position. I should have hated every minute, but I didn't. I felt humiliated, but excited too. I was beginning to understand his strategy. This was all part of the process of bringing me under his control, and I was willing going along with it. Already I was losing the desire to refuse him. His slid his hands between our legs from behind and stroked us. "You're very wet" he said, addressing me. Indeed I was. With no pants to absorb the dampness the excitement was already making me very, very wet. Withdrawing his hands he gave both our bottoms a slap and said, "You'll do!" I stood up and was immediately reprimanded for not waiting until I was told. I bent over again until he told me to get up. He told Sue to give me a "Slave's Contract". He sat watching while I read it. Finally I signed it and I was now his. I should have mentioned that throughout I had been calling him "Sir". Occasionally, when I forgot, he would remind me. Now if I forgot I would be punished. Sure enough within a few seconds of signing the contract I forgot to show respect. I had never been spanked before and I didn't know how I would react as he told me to bend over. He raised the back of my skirt and gave me three hard slaps. I flinched, but I didn't cry out, despite my tingling rump. "That was just as starter. They will increase each time. In future you will count the stokes and thank me afterwards." "Take off your clothes!" he commanded , then to Sue, "and you!" We both complied. she only had a robe to remove, so she undressed quicker than me and they both watched as I fumbled with my bra. "Help her!" he ordered. She came behind me and undid the clasp. As I slid the straps down my arms I felt her hands come around and grasp my breasts. "Would you like these now Master?” She asked. His answer was to tweak my nipples with his fingers before taking them in his mouth. Sue squeezed and kneaded them as he did so. Eventually he told Sue to suck them and she hungrily took my nipples into her mouth. I had never been touched by a woman before, and I was surprised to find I was thrilled by it. Even more surprising, I never even thought to protest, or use a safe-word. As she played happily with me he asked if I had learnt the Slave Positions that he had sent to me. When I told him that I had he ordered me to assume each in turn. They watched as I performed before him. Each position exposing my most secret parts. We continued in this manner, with me forgetting to say "Sir", or forgetting to count the strokes, or to thank him, each time resulting in more punishment. Sometimes across his knee, sometimes bent over a chair, sometimes touching my toes. At first he used his hand, but soon progressed to a paddle. I took it stoically for a while, but eventually cried "Yellow" (the safe-word). He immediately stopped, check to see if I was OK and then continued to the next step of the session without any recrimination. Now he knew my limit he kept the punishment to a level that was just tolerable. I did so well and I was expected to thank him with a kiss each time I was punished. The first time he mocked my kiss. “You’re not kissing your auntie goodbye! I told you to kiss me. Now do it properly!” By now I was blissfully happy to follow his commands to the letter and I followed each punishment with a passionate kiss. Sue knew the ropes and always did the same. I soon came to associate the sting of spanking with warm kisses. Was this part of his plan too? He seemed pleased with my progress, and periodically would, out of the blue, tell me to assume a Slave Position. I soon learned to do this without hesitation. Eventually, he said I was ready to move on and he told me to lie spread-eagled on the bed. He then instructed Sue to practice her best “girl-on-girl” technique. She then knelt above me, her long hair hanging down around my face, her breasts close to mine. I shocked myself by groping her breasts. Soon she moved down, sucking and kissing my nipples. Then I shuddered with pleasure as her tongue explored my pussy. We lay there gently playing while he undressed. Soon his hard cock was standing proudly before me. I knew where I wanted it, but he had other ideas. "Now you are going to learn the expert way to suck cock, because a slave who can't do it properly is of no use to me," he said with authority. I watched as, only inches above my face, Sue started to work on the glistening member. She licked around the end and ran her tongue along the shaft. She sucked his balls. She flicked the tip with her tongue and took it into her mouth. She moved in long slow strokes and sucked hard on the end. I watched fascinated, my juices flowing at this close up action. Withdrawing his wet cock from her mouth she presented it to me. Still on my back I started to copy what I had seen. I had never seen someone else do it, but I was confident, as I've sucked cocks before. He seemed pleased with my efforts although he did offer advice and instructions. I learned well and, curiously enough, even at my age, I felt that I had picked up a few tips. I wondered why my husband has never told me these things. The Headmaster told Sue I was learning my lessons well and she was to reward me. In the middle of this lesson in oral sex, I suddenly felt a hand stroking my pussy. Sue was gently massaging me. Soon she was licking and sucking again and shivers of delight went through me. Her fingers explored inside as her tongue flicked expertly on my clit. How could this be? I am bisexual after all! I shocked myself by continuing to suck hungrily on his cock, as waves of pleasure went through me. I have heard that women know best how to pleasure a woman. Now I believe it. Not that I would tell the Master that. I was still holding her head between my thighs when the Master said that I had earned a reward from him. He held me and we kissed as Sue continued her task. On his instructions she lay beside me, as he moved down and started pleasuring us both. Alternately fingering and licking each of us. Soon I was reaching another orgasm and, after slipping a condom on, he thrust his hard cock deep inside me I was delirious with pleasure as we fucked and kissed. It sounds ridiculous, but I really felt as if I was privileged to have earned this from the Master. Previously, I've always thought the privileged one was the man, but I suppose that was my own arrogance and pride. He told me he would cure me of that and apparently he had. Sue was by now sitting up and she slipped her hand between us and massaged my clit. God! I though I would explode. Soon I was enjoying a fantastic orgasm and shortly afterward he came inside me. We lay there exhausted, but not for long. I was told to assume a Slave Position, which I did, and I watched as he commanded Sue started to play with his cock to bring it back to an erection. She stroked and licked until I was told to help her. I sucked and she stroked, but I had forgotten you say "Yes Sir!" when told to help. I had to turn my bottom to him as I continued to suck and get spanked at the same time. Soon I felt his cock swelling in my mouth. When it was fully erect I lay on the bed with Sue astride me in the 69 position. I watched fascinated as he fucked her pussy inches from my face. It took a long time but eventually he pulled out his cock, removed the condom and wanked. As he came once more his hot cum splashed on her pubic hair, over my tits and on my face. Sue was instructed to clean me. The session went on a while longer after that, but that's as best I can recollect it, bearing in mind I wasn't thinking clearly much of the time. I’ve missed out a lot of Sue’s punishment and pleasure, as I was too focussed on my own. At the end of the session he told me I had begun well, but there was still much to learn. I went home feeling guilty, but proud that I had achieved my ambition. I had only used the safe-word once, so I felt I had proven my submissive status. A few days later I received my School Report by e-mail. This summarised my performance and confirmed that I was an apt pupil and an able slave. It detailed my strengths and weaknesses and recommended areas that I should focus in for future development. I still have it. Since then I have been back three more times and I'm now totally subservient to the Master. The last time I was introduced to another pupil at the same stage as me, and the Master put all three of us through our paces. I’ve also progressed to the cane and riding crop and don’t use the safe-word any more. My Master knows my limits. I did use it on one occasion, when I was tied to the bed and Sue licked me to an orgasm. The Master caned her to prevent her from stopping. As the waves of pleasure went through me I had the longest orgasm ever. Eventually, I could bear it no longer and managed to gasp “Yellow!” between convulsions. Wow! That was amazing. The Headmaster set me tasks and my last was to recruit another pupil. I have posted some adverts and had a few replies, one of whom is about my age and I am meeting at my next session. Currently, we are trying to organise a group session, so there will be even more girl-girl action. Although I am now completely submissive with the Master, I am not at any other time and my husband is completely unaware. However, our sex life has improved and I have even suggested that we find another woman to join us. He is now busy advertising. In the meantime I will continue to serve The Headmaster in any way he wishes. So that’s been my experience. Contact me and let me know if you enjoyed reading it. No men though (my Master and my husband are all I need).