The encounter with the dominant governess

 

The encounter with the dominant governess

That she is a dominant woman was already clear to me at the reception, because her harsh tone ordered me not to park my bike against the wall of the house. I was traveling in the mountains, because bicycle tours are my hobby.

However, when I had to change the tube due to a flat tire and this turned out to be more tedious than planned, I decided to spend the night in the next inn. It was already dawn and so I asked the bossy old woman if she still had a room free. The owner turned out to be a strict governess who bullied her guests and maids as if they were in jail, and in retrospect I think she was breeding slaves there.

I had already learned about female dominance from my aunt and grandmother, who often supervised me in the afternoons as a boy and served as my personal strict governess while my mother went to work. There is no father.

So I recognize a dominant woman immediately and go weak at a femdom, as the owner of the inn was. A submissive man like me senses dominance and devotion when they are in the air, and this inn stay should definitely become a personal BDSM story that I still think about often.

She wasn't a beauty, but she wasn't unattractive either. Her large hands radiated power to me and the dominant woman wore glasses, which may have also reminded me of a strict governess as I had in mind. The tight skirt and the nylon legs, which stood firmly in life, did the rest.

'Name!" she commanded and I readily gave her all the information she entered in her book. I would have also told her my sexual preferences and everything else she would have wanted to know, but her guest book probably didn't have room for that. When she handed me the room key, she said:

'Off to room 8! Dinner is at 7. Go wash up, my house is a clean house!'

I hardly think she had many guests who actually wanted to vacation here, but with me, of course, the military drill went down full well. I immediately felt like a little boy, looked at my dirty hands - it was unavoidable from changing the hose - and slipped into my room.

Once there, I washed myself and then didn't know what to do, I still had an hour and nothing to read, because I had not been prepared for this stay. So I went into the guest room and ordered a water.

The bossy femdom was bossing her maids and service staff around, slapping the cook's butt, which I could clearly see through the crack in the door to the kitchen, and any army instructor couldn't have done better than this strict governess in her costume with the white blouse. I could barely hear the words being spoken, but her tone was that of a ruler who brooked no dissent.

When a young woman came in with the cutlery to set the table, looked at me completely intimidated and got caught on the table, so that the whole box together with the cutlery fell loudly clattering on the floor, the strict governess rushed out of the kitchen. The young thing had to endure a scolding, was pulled by the hair behind the counter and what happened there I could not see clearly, but it looked like the femdom was beating her ass with a stick. I think she discovered me after that, but I wasn't sure. When she was done whipping the poor serving girl, she stomped over to the silverware lying on the floor, looked me deep in the eye, and snapped at me:

'Get up and help!'

I am a submissive man and - as mentioned before - used to taking orders, so I did what the strict governess wanted. The young maid now also crawled on the floor next to me and together we silently picked up the cutlery.

Dominance and devotion belong together, because only where there is also the willingness to serve, a mistress can also command. The strict governess must have recognized how great my willingness was and what a submissive young diamond she had crawling on the floor in front of her. And without my knowing what happened to me, I heard myself say in response to a half-question from her ('The stable still needs mucking out.'):

'I can do it.'

So it happened that instead of a quiet stay, I experienced a BDSM story, because the night became restless for me when I suddenly found myself in the middle of other young men and women mucking out the stable, cleaning boots and washing dishes in the kitchen, according to the mistress' orders.

As if it were a matter of course, I sat in the midst of the other farmhands and maidservants, received my bowl of rice and some vegetables and meat, which I ate sitting on my cool wooden bench. No one spoke, for all were exhausted from their work.

When the ruler appeared after the meal, everyone suddenly became tingly, as if an anthill had electrified them. I didn't know what was happening, but when she came up to me, my heart pounded with inexplicable excitement and she said:

'Should you want to stay, stay.'

Then she turned around, walked along the row of young submissive men and women, grabbed a blond guy and took him. The anthill calmed down again. I asked my seatmate in a whisper what was going to happen to him, but she just blushed, shrugged her shoulders and left.

In my room that night I lay awake listening to the sounds of the house, which between moans of pleasure, cries of pain and the barking of the dominant governess wanted no end. Between a short twilight sleep, waking and night dreams and a series of attempts to jerk off, the outcome of which I could hardly remember, I woke up in a daze.

The next morning I set off early, completely intimidated, tired because I had hardly slept, and with a mixture of horror at what I had experienced and heard, and the prickly excitement in my loins that made cycling that day really difficult. I didn't see the strict governess anymore, but her 'stay' still echoes in my ears.