I have always been a Mistress and I have always preferred male slaves. Actually I never saw myself as a Lesbian Mistress. I always tell my sub/slaves, “try it, you might like it.” But I myself have never tried being a lesbian mistress for my cherry popped.

It all started when I was on my daily morning run. I had my earphones plugged and music blaring in my ears so I won’t be distracted by anything. I run to clear my head, not just to keep me fit. Sometimes I think of my sweet wicked punishments while I’m running.

I was running my usual route, minding my own business as always, when I felt a sudden bump on my chest! I look down on this little pale figure of a female looking up with apologetic eyes. I guess I had my mean stare because she said sorry for the millionth time already. “Klutz! Look where you’re going!” I just barked at her and went back to running. I didn’t bother looking back at her. But I can’t forget those almond-shaped submissive eyes pleading at me. It haunted me all through my run. After my usual run, I go straight to a coffee shop to get my morning latte. As expected the place was already packed at 8AM. People crowding the counter, all lined up waiting to get their morning fix. I waited in queue while scrolling my phone, going through my emails. Ugh! The usual begging for Mistress messages and I adore you my goddess. I swear this is getting to be boring. All of a sudden there was a sharp bump on my shoulder that almost threw me back. “What the…!” And I looked at the person and saw the familiar pair of black pleading eyes. And my eyesight adjusted to look at the whole face, it’s her again! That small Asian girl from earlier! She was apologizing again at 10x per second. Somehow I was not annoyed that she accidentally bumped into me again. But if it was someone else, most likely I would be cussing by now. But for some reason I found her amusing. I just love those pleading eyes looking up at me. I’m starting to wonder what it would be like to have her tied up on the cross and caned and pushed to the edge repeatedly. “Please Mistress… can I cum please Mistress? Please!” I just stood there staring at her and she was just standing in front of me as if waiting to give her permission to go. When I snapped out of my daze and pulled myself back to reality, I raised one eyebrow at her and asked for her name. She looked down and whispered something, “what?” trying to make out what she just said. She looked up at me with imploring eyes and she was about to open her deliciously small pink mouth when I put my finger on her mouth to hush her. “Nevermind. I want you to meet me at this bar tomorrow night.” And I borrowed a pen and a napkin from the counter and wrote the address of the bar we always hung out at. The Asian girl just looked up at me and was continuously nodding her head to whatever I was saying. Then handed her the napkin and she looked at it and looked back at me and said, “Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow Ma’am.” Ma’am? I almost laughed out loud with that.

I was smiling at myself all day since the coffee shop accident. I can’t believe I’m going to ask her to be my sub. I really never saw myself as a lesbian Mistress. But there was something about this Asian girl that’s intriguing, maybe it’s how her pleading eyes looked at me or her being so apologetic. I just wanted to train her to be my slutty submissive. Well, I did think my life was getting mundane and I needed the change. I guess being a lesbian Mistress is the change I need. And voila! But of course all this will be decided by her, if she wanted me to be her lesbian Mistress, to train her to be my good submissive slut.

The usual madness was happening in the bar, there were the usual kids wearing collars trying to look for a Master or a Mistress, a Mistress or a Master here and there taking their “pet” for a walk, showing off their slave, the crossdressers in their slutty outfits. I checked my watch, still 15 minutes to go, why am I worried she won’t show up? I have never felt so excited about a new prospect before. Maybe this is a good thing for me. The many possibilities with her were just rushing through my head when I heard a soft voice behind me, “Excuse me. Am I late?” I was just startled and saw her standing behind me, head lowered, hands clasped together in front, in a baby pink mini dress that made her skin pearlescent. She was in beige heels that made her look taller and her legs longer, and her legs looked amazing in those heels. Looks like I won’t be training her much about clothes. So far I like her style.

She was just standing there, like a good sub, waiting for me to tell her to sit. And I was just checking her out. “You may sit now.”

“Thank you Ma’am.” I can’t help but smile as I watch her slid in the booth and fixed herself while she settled on the seat in front of me. She still had her head low, her eyes not meeting mine, she knew I was watching her, then she looked up to meet my gaze and in her soft voice shyly smiled and said, “Hi!” I returned her smile and began my 101 questions.

“I want you to be honest with me, okay? What do you know about BDSM?”

“It is pain and pleasure for kinky play?” she was waiting for me to accept her answer. I just nodded slowly as I tried to process her reply.

“And have you ever had any experience in this lifestyle?”