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My slave training began two months ago when my thirtyseven year old next door neighbor happened to catch me buying my supply of sanitary napkins and Tampax. Melanie is a ylooking lady with a dynamite body. She had just recently moved into the apartment complex where I live. As I found out later, after becoming her slave, she works as a legal secretary and was recently divorced. She said her former husband was a lousy lover, only caring about his own orgasms, and that at first she had been hurt by his running off with some young slut. She soon realized that he was the loser, not her. She sold the big fancy house he had bought her and moved to this apartment complex. She said that she had checked out all the single men when she first moved here. I was the one that most appealed to her, and she was glad that she caught me in the grocery store.
No sooner had I arrived home that day, then Melanie, my neighbor and soon to be my Mistress, was at my door. At first she made it seem that it was purely accidental that she was there at that moment. But she was not at all shy or embarrassed when she pretended to notice the Tampax in my grocery bag, and said that she had seen me buying such items several times in the grocery store⌠and that she knew I was not married, and that she had never seen any women enter or leave my apartment. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy my embarrassment and humiliation, as she boldly asked me why did I then buy such items. I was caught out, and my guard was down, and I really wanted to confess my secret to somebody anyway. She quickly dropped the pretense of being a mere nosey neighbor, and we got down to business⌠she asked about my fetish, saying that she was interested in such kinds of ual practices, and that herself had some âkinkyâ preferences, such as dominating and humiliating men, though she had never yet really acted on them.
I somewhat sheepishly confessed that since my college days I have enjoyed wearing certain feminine products. I described how the soft cotton of a sanitary napkin against my balls was wonderful, and how going out in public with a Kotex between my legs and a Tampax up my ass would keep my cock hard for hours. She was so easy to talk to, and so understanding. She asked me what I thought was the basis of my fetish. I couldnât answer precisely; but I told her that maybe I really thought of the female genitals as being very mysterious and exotic, but also very important⌠the basic difference between men and women and the foundation of all ⌠and that the flow of blood made the female genitals even more mysterious and exotic, more different from anything that can be found in my own uninteresting male body. And whatever is mysterious and exotic and unknown may be considered as dangerous and repulsive (the way most men have viewed menstruation, maybe), but also as attractive and alluring. So for me menstruation has some kind of basic connection to ⌠and besides, blood also has some kind of special powerful meaning (though I know that menstrual flow is not really âbloodâ). The word âbloodâ is mentioned over 350 times in the Old Testament (a book I am very familiar with from my childhood). And the Old Testament laws on menstruation show that those oldtime people thought that menstruation had great importance and power (even if the men in the Old Testament viewed it as dangerous and repulsive also).
Anyway, I am not an intellectual or a psychoanalyst, and maybe this is all bullshit, but we talked all about this, and that was the best I was able to explain it to her or myself. She did not try and put me down for my fetish, and I soon confessed to her some other little quirks that I had. I told her that I was not really a transvestite, but that I was aroused by womenâs underwear, and I sometimes wore womenâs lace panties⌠and that the sanitary napkins kept me from staining them when I would suddenly have a climax, just from thinking about women wearing them too.
She told me that she thought some of my âkinkinessâ and fetishes were compatible in a way with hers, and that maybe she could use a relationship between us to finally act on some of her own fantasies also. She said that one of her fantasies was to have a slave. She said she had fantasies where the slave was a man and sometimes the slave was a woman. She asked if I had any such Dominant fantasies. I told her no. She smiled, and she told me she had thought I was a submissive, which was why she had come to me.
She told me that she was attracted to me, but that she had just come out of a marriage where for eleven years was the missionary position twice or three times a week (or less often if her husband was cheating on her), and she really didnât want to get into another relationship with anybody that remotely resembled that one. That was why she had been so excited when she had begun to find out about my fetish, and especially that my fetish had submissive tendencies.
Taking my hands into hers, she gazed into my eyes and ask if I wanted to take my fetish one step further and become her menstrual slave. After years of fantasizing about women on the rag, here was one wanting me to service her monthly. I quickly agreed. She said my training would begin the following week when her period was due to start. She admitted that she wasnât very experienced at this kind of dominantsubmissive relationship, and Iâm not either, but we talked about the basic way things would work between us, and we agreed that she would be free to improvise somewhat and draw up precise rules and requirements for me to follow, but that if I was uncomfortable or I thought my needs were not being met, I could bring it up, and we would talk about it.
The following Wednesday evening, Melanie called and put my weeklong nervousness to rest. She wanted me at her apartment, dressed only in a robe. Upon entering her place Melanie presented me with a list of rules I must follow to the letter. She asked if I wanted to be her slave and accept her as my mistress. When I replied, âOh! Yes, Melanie! More than anything,â she ordered me to kneel down and read the list of rules out loud to her.
Falling immediately to my knees, I began:
1) I must wear a Kotex and have a Tampax up my ass at all times.
2) During her period, I will wear Melanieâs used Kotex or Tampax.
3) During nonwork hours, I must change Melanieâs protection for her.
4) I will lick her pussy on command until it is clean.
5) I will receive an enema at the beginning and end of her period.
6) I will not be allowed to cum unless Melanie jerks me off.
7) I will only be allowed to wear feminine underwear while serving Melanie.
8) From now on, I must treat my genitals as if they were female, and use feminine hygiene products, and douches, Tampax, and vaginal lubricants.
9) I will be Melanieâs slave, and do chores and menial work for her, and obey her orders, as long as there would be nothing harmful and my job and other outside commitments would not be interfered with.
Melanie said that if I broke any of the rules I would be punished. And if I refused to carry out any command she would probably dismiss me as her slave, never to see her again.
I quickly agreed to obey her, and began my life as a slave. Melanie began by giving me a soapy enema, followed by the insertion of a Tampax Super. My cock was rock hard. Melanie then presented me with a sanitary napkin belt, which I put around my waist. Melanie then lay down on the bed, and commanded me to remove her Kotex. Raising her skirt, I quickly lowered her panties. She even helped by raising her hips from the bed. Once I had the used pad detached from her belt, she instructed me to attach it to my own. It was still warm from being in contact with her crotch. Once it was in place, my cock seemed to swell larger. Melanie then ordered me to get a new sanitary napkin from the bathroom. On returning, I stood at the end of the bed. Melanie had put her feet up on the bed. She now spread her legs widely, showing me her vagina. A small amount of menstrual fluid had leaked from the lips of her pussy. She had unbuttoned her blouse and pushed her bra up and was now playing with her own breast. Pinching the nipples, she smiled up at me and said âClean the outer lips of my pussy before you attach the new Kotex to the belt, Slave.â Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I lowered my head to her crotch. At first I ran my tongue around the edges of her pubic hair, not sure if I could go through with it, even though it was my fantasy.
Leaning up on her elbows, Melanie commanded âDo it, Slave.â Closing my eyes, I ran my tongue alongside her right pussy lip. The taste was different but not bad. I began licking in earnest, once the bloody discharge was gone and her pussy was clean. I spread her cunt open and darted my tongue into the center of her hole. The more I ate her the better she tasted. Melanie even reached down to hold herself open. She moaned for me to lick her clit. When she orgasmed, the flavor of the juices changed. When she finally had had enough, she reached down and pulled my face up, and said âEnough for now, attach the clean Kotex. Youâll have to change me again in four hours.â
Once she had her panties and the rest of clothes on, she had me lie on the bed. She removed the Kotex and instructed me to bring my legs back over my head. The tip of my cock was now only two or three inches from my face. She stroked my dick slowly then faster and faster. When I moaned I was cumming. She orders me to open my mouth wide. In no time, cum began shooting from the head of my cock in great streams and landed right on my tongue. I swished it around in my mouth and tasted it, before she commanded âSwallow it.â My spunk didnât taste bad and I was sure I would taste it often.
Melanie then reattached the Kotex to my belt and dressed me up in a beautiful pair of panties. I then went to work cleaning up the apartment, knowing that in less than four hours I would be changing her again. She said that this time I would have to insert a Tampax into her vagina, but that she would need to cleaned up first.
So far, itâs been heaven for me since that fateful day she caught me buying my Kotex. Now when we go shopping, she makes me hand carry both our Feminine Products to the checkout counter. I can hardly wait; in another week, Iâll be helping my mistress to stay clean and feminine for another of her periods.
