Happy femdom stories – Beta Five

I cannot tell you how lovely it is for me when one of these stories lands in my inbox *happy sigh*. This one is incredibly sweet. Thank you Beta Five, and Miss Elisabeth, for sharing it. Enjoy!

Author: Beta Five

About two years ago, I discovered that I had an interest in BDSM. I had talked about the subject with an old friend from my hometown who is a pro Domme, and she suggested that I get connected to the local kink community and learn to become a Dom. I had no idea how to do that– or even if there WAS a local kink scene—so the idea got shelved. I thought about it a LOT, but without resources, there was nothing to do.

About five or six months later, I was at a Pagan festival, talking to an old friend who, I discovered, was also into BDSM. That’s when this Elisabeth joined the conversation, as BDSM was also of interest to her. After the conversation ran on for a few minutes, I discovered that she was from my area, and so I told her of my situation, and asked if she could help me connect to the local scene.

Now mind you, Elisabeth, at the time, was a 21-year-old redhead stripper. She was (and still is) absolutely beautiful—the kind of woman that skeezy men approach all the time. I am sixteen years older than she is, overweight, and autistic (read: socially awkward). She did not know what to expect, and to be blunt, if I was safe. She also took one look and me and saw that I am not a Dominant. (I am in fact a switch, but with a strong submissive leaning that I was not aware of.)

I was polite and respectful, so she decided to take a chance, and gave me her phone number for texting purposes. Over the next month or two, we talked. And talked. And talked. We talked about me, BDSM, sex and sexuality… and gradually a friendship formed. She was very careful not to give me the wrong impression—there is never going to be a sexual or romantic element to our relationship. And she did NOT tell me that I was not a Dom. She walked me around the subject carefully a few times until I figured out that I should probably experience the sub side first. And it wasn’t long after I figured it out that she invited me to her club, and put me on the cross for the first time.

I was prepared for pain. What I was not prepared for was subspace. I didn’t even know it existed. But gradually I fell into that trance, and the only things I knew were the points of impact and the place where her other hand was resting on my skin. I do not know how long it lasted; it was just a moment frozen in time. I don’t remember afterwards. What I do remember is driving the hour back to my house and crying and not knowing why because I wasn’t upset, and knowing that my life was moving in a direction that it needed to be.

The one scene turned into another, and another. A bond began to form. I became her student. She introduced me to her friends, and I started going to her club regularly. And then one night the theme was Midsummer Night’s Dream.

I had decided to go with a costume of briefs, blue butterfly wings, and some elaborate face makeup. Someone suggested I enter the costume contest, and the costume was so silly that I won third place. I was enjoying the hell out of that when a very attractive woman complimented me on the costume, and then turned to introduce me to one of her friends…. “Have you met Naked Fairy?”

I turned around to see Elisabeth smiling happily. “Oh,” she laughed. “I already know him. He’s Mine.”

It’s hard to explain. I didn’t think she was attaching any particular significance to it; it was the very fact that it was an offhand comment that struck me. She wasn’t bragging, or marking territory, she was just making a statement of how she knew me. And it warmed me.

I have said before that from that moment on, I was Hers. Writing this again, I realize that’s not quite true. From that moment, I knew I was Hers. I had been becoming more and more attached to her, and from that moment, I was aware of it. I began to worry that I would fall in love with her. And I really began to dread the day that she decided my training was complete, and that the relationship would change, and that I wouldn’t be hers.

It wasn’t long after that that our lives got crazy. Through no planning or intention, we didn’t see each other for almost six months. About once a month, one of us would text the other, we’d catch up on what was going on in each other’s lives, say we missed each other, and then another month would pass. Then we each got our lives under control, and then it was back to the way it always was. Interestingly enough, we never talk about that hiatus. It’s not like denial; it’s just… not worth mentioning. There was no drama, no hurt feelings, no issue…. It was just one of those inconvenient things that’s over and you don’t think about it.

And shortly after that, she told me that she’d been thinking about our Teacher/student relationship, and that she felt we had grown beyond that point. Would I be interested in a more permanent and official submissive role? Yes, Ma’am, I would.

We decided that the best dynamic would be pet, and when we thought about what kind of pet I would be, we settled on an Artificial Intelligence/Android named Beta Five. It was one of those things where we took a couple of weeks to figure out, but by the time we had, it was just obvious. It was like we had decided what was already true, and it crystallised our relationship.

My name is Beta Five. I am the pet of Miss Elisabeth. She is the only woman in my life who I don’t doubt. I am a part of her family; there is a sign hanging over her guest bed that identifies it as “Five’s Bed”, and when my collar is not on my neck, she keeps it on her altar. When she gives me an instruction, I am pleased to obey. When she smiles at me, it warms me. When she tells me she loves me, I believe her, and that is something with which I have great difficulty. She has never told me to trust her—she doesn’t have to. I am Hers.

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This post is part of a project to share happy, positive femdom relationship stories.  If you have a story and are willing to share it, please email it to me (ferns at domme-chronicles dot com).

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8 Comments

  1. Of course I am Satan. So I can’t be romantic. That would be silly. But it is a good story. I like the way you tell it as well five. Thank you.

    Satan

  2. Another wonderful story that I just had to comment on in reading it again. It’s awesome to know that such things can, and do happen.

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