Chapter One

Down By the Lake, On A Sunny Day In May.

      The First World War (a war to end all War’s) had ended when I was still quite young. My family had, by luck, remained relatively unscathed, and somehow my father had retained most of our staff. George, our junior gardener (and now our only proper gardener) had avoided being called up to fight because of his age, and having suffered through rickets in his youth. His son, James, had also remained in father’s employ because he had been born with a club-foot, and the military of the time did not want him to serve, him being a ‘cripple’. Only the able bodied could be sent to fight and die on the fields of battle, or so father told me.

      With the sun high in a summer sky I decided to ‘take the air’, as mother would call going out for a walk. I departed from the main house intending to walk toward the lake and perhaps to circle it, whilst enjoying the pleasures that peace and tranquillity offered. Following the main path, I saw George doing something with father’s roses, which confirmed exactly where he would be for the afternoon. Of James, there was no sign, so I would have to be careful; for you see, I liked to remove my undergarments and walk the pathways, whilst enjoying and feeling the pleasure of knowing that I am naked beneath my long skirt something that ladies of breeding should never do, enjoy, or anything.

      Little did I know when I set out how informative this sunny afternoon would become for a young woman with very little real knowledge of the opposite sex. Nor did I know then, or even suspect, that I would discover a world of domination, which would provide me with both a good living and a very rewarding and healthy sex life.

      That day would be the day that changed the course of my life. That day, I would discover the pleasures to be found in dominating males, and that day, I would be reborn and set out on a lifetime of subjecting the willing, and sometimes not so willing. That day I became a dominatrix, though at the time I had never heard the term, but I would, and I would embrace every aspect of what it meant.

      Father had a little boat-house facing out onto the lake, within which he had a small sail-boat mostly used for fishing from when he had the time, which was not very often. I was intending to enter into it and there remove my undergarments and leave them hidden until I returned. I glanced around and opened the single wooden door only to see a young man standing upright, with his breaches around his knees and something long thin and pointed sticking out before him. It was only when I looked closer that I noticed that his hands were reaching above his head, and he seemed to be struggling. I entered quietly and without being noticed, he was too engrossed in trying to free himself.

      Clearly the young man was James, George’s son, but what was he doing, I asked myself, with his trousers around his knees? I decided to be brazen and challenge him, so I walked right up to him and stood in front of him, and low and behold, the thing protruding out waved at me in a jerky way. It bounced up and down, whilst James turned bright red in shame and continued to struggle with the restraining ropes, which I could now clearly see binding his wrists above his head. The weight attached to the other end of the rope had got caught, thus securing him. I realised that he had to have fastened himself in this position, which intrigued and quite excited me.

      “My, my, James, you have got yourself into a pickle, would you like some help getting free?” I asked him, wondering what he might say.

      “Oh shit, I mean sorry, Miss; please don’t tell anyone you found me like this!”

      “Give me a reason not to James and I will consider it.”

      “I’ll do anything, Miss, anything you say, but please keep this our secret, please!”

      I quite liked the idea of this strapping young man doing anything I said, I reached out and touched his protruding flesh and to my horror it spat at me, so I slapped it; it spat some more and reared up again. James groaned first at the spitting and then at my slapping, clearly he was enjoying the feeling, so I slapped at it again. He groaned again. It was then that I saw the twin round things hanging beneath his rod, at this point I had no idea of what a man looked like, and being inquisitive I had to find out, so I gripped the twin balls and squeezed them, rolling them around with my fingers. James groaned again, but he also drew in a sharp breath of pain, so I eased off my grip and rolled some more.