We first meet when I answered a newspaper ad that read simply. "SWF looking for SWM who can learn respect for lady.@ I, was forty-seven, had just broken up with someone that I had be seeing for years, and was lonely. I thought this ad was a natural since I already had a great deal of respect for women, little did I know. So I wrote to the newspaper box listed with the ad, giving my name, address and telephone number and waited for a response.

The response came about five days later, on a Monday, in the form of a letter. The letter read as follows:

"Thank you for you response to my ad. If you wish to meet me, you will follow my instructions exactly as I have given them.

On Tuesday at precisely 9:00 P.M. you are to call me at the following number, --- ----. You are to be dressed in black pants and with a black shirt long sleeve and be ready to leave immediately for our meeting. You will be neatly groomed and on time." It was signed "Satin".

The letter really intrigued me. I had black pants, but had to purchase a black long sleeve shirt. I had my hair cut and shaved. On Tuesday at 9:00 p.m. I was ready and placed the call.

On the third ring she answered the phone. "Hello, Nick." She said, "You are to be at the Voyager's lounge on 2nd and Garden Streets at 10:00 P.M. do you know where that is?"

"Yes, I can find it." I replied.

"Good, don't be late." She stated.

"I won't, I said, "but." She had hung up the phone.

At exactly ten o'clock I walked into the lounge and looked around not knowing who I was looking for. I walked up to the bar and sat on one of the stools and waited for my mystery lady. I waited for ten, then twenty, and then thirty minutes. I thought that this must have been some sort of joke and was getting up to leave when a waiter handed me a note. I opened it and read it. The note instructed me to follow the waiter to a booth in the rear of the room. I did as instructed, it was all very mysterious, but fun. Seated there was a woman, in her mid forties, with long blond hair. She was nicely shaped from what I could see and extremely attractive. Her eyes were green, deep green and she was wearing a black pants suit that was very form fitting. I was indeed pleased and anxious to find out more about her.

I introduced myself and asked it I could sit down. "Very good," she replied, "I like that you asked permission before having a seat. This might work out just fine."

I bought her a drink, white wine, and we talked. She told me that she, not unlike me, had recently divorced. She had been married for fifteen years and was glad to be out of the relationship. She went on to say that her husband had not been abusive but was an extremely demanding person. That he dominated her for their entire marriage and never showed her the respect that she felt she deserved.

She said that she was looking for something very different in her next relationship. She wanted to not only be respected, but also a dominant partner. She continued by saying that if we were to develop into a couple that I would have to agree to certain very explicit terms. These terms may not be to my liking but if they were there would be a contract we would both sign. We would both be held to the contract and if it were broken by either party the relationship could be over.

"Do you want to hear more, or have I frightened you off?" she asked.

"Not at all." I answered, "What are the terms?" The woman that I had just broken up with would never take on such an aggressive role. I was interested in a more forceful woman so the conversion had me intrigued.

She handed me a thick envelope. "Take this home and read it over. If you agree to the specifications call me at the number that I gave you and we will meet again for the signing of the contract." She said, "I like the way you look, a real turn on, and I like the way you act. Yes, I believe that you are trainable." She stood up and left the lounge.

"Trainable?" I thought, "What is that supposed to mean?" I finished my drink and went home.

At home I fixed myself a cup of coffee and lay back on the sofa ready to read her contract. I opened the envelope. Inside were five type written pages. I took them out and with the greatest of care read them. I reread them, not believing what I had just read. The contract stated that from Monday morning until Friday evening my time was my own to do as I pleased. We would live in our houses until when or if we would decide to move in together. During this Monday through Friday period if we visited each other it would be as a normal man/woman relationship. The drastic change was the remainder of the week, Friday evening through Monday morning.

This is the part that I read over and over again causing me to feel both fear and excitement. It stated that on Friday evening at 6:00 P.M. I was to become totally submissive to her and would remain so until Monday morning at 6:00 A.M. Sixty hours of total and unquestioning servitude. I was to be her slave. I would have to cook her meals, wash her cloths, and clean her house, anything she asked and all without hesitation. The contract also listed the penalties for disobedience or other infractions of the rules set forth in the contract.

I was to dress in only a wrap around kilt type garment and no underwear. She would have the right to discipline me when, where, and however she saw fit. The reason for the kilt was that the punishments were all to be bare bottom spankings, paddling, or strapping in various positions, as she would dictate. I was also to service her sexually in any manner she may request and it must be done to the best of my ability, she would decide it was. This could exclude not just intercourse, but using my tongue on any part of her body she desired. If not I would be given a spanking and she would continue to spank me until I did as I was told. She would at any time in that sixty-hour period have the right to lift my kilt and play with my dick, balls, ass, asshole, or spank me, whatever pleased her. The contract went on to warn me that her pleasure or my punishment might include anal penetration and punishment.

After reading the contract and giving it much thought I decided that yes, I would sign it. I had always enjoyed getting my ass spanked and enjoyed anal stimulation as well so why not. I thought it might be fun to serve a dominant woman. I had a hard on the entire time I was reading and knew that this was what I wanted.

The next day I called her number and she answered after only the first ring. I knew she was also excited about the possible arrangement. "Satin, this is Nick." I said, "I want to sign the contract. I want to be your weekend slave."

"Great!" she screamed. Then in a lower and much calmer voice she said, "That's good Nick we will begin this weekend, do you understand?"

"Yes." I responded.

"Good, but on our weekends you are to address me as Lady Satin. Do you have that slave Nick?" she stated with some force.

She gave me her address. "You are to be here on time Friday, 6:00 P.M. do not be late. Understand?" she commanded. "You will change here."

"Yes, I have it, 6:00 P.M." I answered.

For the rest of the week she and the weekend were all that I could think of. The week seemed to move very slowly until Friday. Then I began to worry. What would it be like? Was I crazy to get into this? Question after question then it was time to get ready. Now it seemed that the week had flown by. Friday already.

I showered and got ready for the weekend. I packed one change of cloths, a razor, shaving cream, tooth brush, etc. I wasn't going to need any additional clothing, but she had taken care of that. I left my house and drove to the address that she had given me. Parked my car in her drive and walked to her door. At 5:59 P.M. I rang the doorbell. She opened the door and told me to come in.

"Right on time, good." She said as she closed the door and locked it behind us. "Your attire for the weekend is on the bed. Go and change." She directed me to the bedroom.

The bedroom was large with a king size bed. On the bed was my kilt, black and very short. I undressed and put it on. It's length only covered just below my ass cheeks. If I were to bend over nothing would be hidden. That was the point, I guess. On the dresser, neatly laid out was a paddle, a wooden hair brush, a wide leather man's belt, and a wooden dowel stick about two feet long. She wanted me to see what I would be facing if I did not do as she told me this weekend.

A little embarrassed I walked from the bedroom into the living room where she was waiting. She was wearing a pair of red tight pants that showed every crack and line on her body and a red knit top, cut low to expose most of her breasts. She looked great and she could tell by my obvious hard on that I was excited. "You dare to show an erection without asking." She said. "Get your ass over here and bend over this chair. You're going to get twenty slaps on your ass for this. I can see we need to start your training early."

I did as I was told and went to the chair and bent over it. She walked up behind and pulled up my kilt exposing my bare ass. Wack the first slap struck my right ass cheek, wack the second my left. Wack, wack, wack she spanked my ass. One cheek and then the other, each one stinging more them the previous one. Wack, wack, wack until she had given me twenty very hard slaps and had turned my bare ass bright red.

"Now stand up and go into the kitchen and fix our dinner." She demanded.

I did as I was told and prepared our dinner. I had to seat her at the table and serve her. I was allowed to eat in the kitchen after she was finished eating. Then I had to wash the dishes, put them away and clean the kitchen. All had to meet with her approval.

After I had finished cleaning the kitchen and putting everything away I was told to go into the bedroom and wait for her. Again I did as I was told. I had been waiting in the bedroom for about twenty minutes when the door opened and Lady Satin entered. She was wearing a black teddy, nothing else. She looked beautiful and it was hard to hide my erection. I'm sure that she must have noticed because my kilt stood out in front. I believe that she was faltered and chose to ignore it.

She walked over to the bed and lay on her stomach. "Give me a full body massage." She ordered.

I was more that happy to obey this command. For the first time I was going to get to touch her body and what a body. I knelt straddled over her and placed my hands on her back. I began rubbing her shoulders and worked my way down to her waist. After rubbing her waist I moved my hands to her wonderful ass cheeks and squeezed them. They felt firm and warm. My cock got even harder.

"What do you think you're doing?" she barked. "Get up now, get your hand off my ass."

I got up and stood by the side of the bed. She got out of the bed and walked over to the dresser and picked up the wide leather belt that was there. "Take your kilt off. Lay face down across the bed." She yelled. "I'm going to teach you to touch me in places you have no right to touch. Across the bed now!"

I took off my kilt, let it drop to the floor, and lay on the bed. Face down as I was ordered. It had been a long time since I had been strapped and I was scared to say the least. Once across the bed she told me to spread my arms and legs. Then she used a soft rope to secure my legs and arms to the bed's post. Now I couldn't get up if I wanted to.

"Never touch me again unless I give you permission. Do you understand?" she asked as she brought the belt down hard on my quivering ass for the first time. "Do you?" The belt fell hard again.

"Ooooh, yesss," I responded felling the pain of the strap.

"I don't think that you do slave Nick, I don't think that you do." She said. "I'll have to give you a long and hard old fashion ass whipping. Your poor little ass is going to be a bright red from your waist to mid thighs when I'm finished."

She continued to strap my bare ass. Time and time again the strap fell hard and stinging. Now leaving welts with each blow. The strapping seemed to last forever and by the time the count got to around sixty I was crying and begging for her to stop.

"Have you learned your lesson slave Nick, Have you?" she still strapping my burning ass.

"Yessss, Lady . . . Satin . . . I've learned my. oooh . . . lesson." I cried.

The beating stopped and I saw her put the belt back on the dresser. She opened the dresser draw and removed something, but I couldn't see what she had in her hand as she went into the bathroom. After a few minutes she returned to the bedroom. "Oh shit." I thought. She had taken her teddy off and was only wearing only a strap on dildo. It was two-ended one end was inserted in her great looking pussy and the other end stuck out about six inches. I knew where that end was going to go. My ass hole began to quiver. I had never been fucked in the ass before.

Lady Satin walked over to the bed and grabbed my ass cheeks spreading them apart. She then inserted her finger in my ass hole with some type of gel to lubricate it. Thank goodness for that. She than moved her finger in and out of my ass. My dick was hard again and the fingering felt good, really good. She stopped and removed her finger. She climbed on top of me and pressed the head of the dildo against my ass hole. Then slowly she pushed it in. A first it hurt, but she was very gentle and after a wile it began to feel good. Then she started fucking my ass for real. She pushed the dildo in and out, in and out, in and out for a long time. My ass hole was getting sore, but it still felt good and I was nearing climax and I think she knew because she stopped and pulled out of my ass. She removed the dildo and pushed the end that was in her pussy into my mouth.

"Suck." She ordered. "Suck my pussy juices off this dick."

I did as she told me and sucked the end of the dildo until it was clean. She then untied me and lay next to me on the bed. "Make love to me slave Nick." She said. "Lick my ass, tongue my ass hole, and tongue fuck my ass hole."

More that delighted to do as I was told I licked her beautiful ass. I covered as much of her ass as I could with my tongue. Not wanting to miss even an inch of this wonderful treat. Then I ran my tongue down the crack of her ass and lightly across her ass hole. She moaned with delight as I pushed my tongue into her ass and tongue fucked it as deep as my tongue would reach. I used my tongue in a twisting motion enjoying the moans coming from her mouth. Knowing that I was pleasing her with every twist, I continued licking her ass hole for about fifteen minutes when she rolled over on her back. "Lick my pussy, slave Nick. Eat me, eat me." she requested this time.

Again I was more than happy to oblige her. I spread the lips of her hot, wet pussy with my fingers, inserted my tongue, and licked. As I did in her ass hole I pushed my tongue all the way into her luscious pussy. Then pulling it out I licked the lips of her slit and then back inside. She was moaning and screaming at the same time. After a long time of lapping up her pussy juices I went to work on her clit. Flicking my tongue across slowly at first and then faster and faster until she was wild with excitement. She pulled me up on top of her and whispered, fuck me baby, fuck my pussy with your big hot dick. It's been so long since I've been fucked. Fuck me deep and long and hard."

It had been a long time for me too. Far too long. I fucked her as long and hard and as deep as possible. When I climaxed, she was right behind me and we climaxed together. It was beautiful.

After we laid in each other's arms and we both knew that this relationship would last a lifetime.