Thank You Mizz Geena, You always make us dive back into some beautiful memories with every assignment You give us.

This one takes me back to my first year with my Ex-Mistress.

She knew from the beginning that I was bisexual, and during my time with Her, feminization became part of my submission. I was a live-in service sub, completely devoted to Her and always eager to please Her.

At one point, She told me that one day She would arrange for me to be shared with a male friend of Hers.

She wanted to be there.

She wanted to watch me.

And, most importantly, She wanted me to experience it under Her control.

One morning, She called me and told me to come to Her immediately.

I went straight to Her.

As was usual when I was in Her presence, I undressed and waited for Her instructions. She took me by the hand and started talking to me almost like I was Her little girl. She told me Her friend was coming and that I was going to welcome him and please him according to Her instructions.

The way She spoke to me made the whole situation feel completely different.

It wasn’t simply a bisexual experience.

It was my Mistress putting me into a situation, knowing exactly what it meant to me, and watching me surrender to it.

She dressed me in a beautiful silky night robe with lingerie underneath, and my nails were fully polished. She made sure I looked exactly the way She wanted Her little pet to look when Her guest arrived.

And then I waited.

When he arrived, I welcomed him submissively, on all fours, kissing his feet. I served them drinks while he sat beside Her, looking at me and inspecting me, while drinking the Gin they poured me from my dog plate.

I remember being incredibly conscious of Her presence throughout the whole thing.

Whatever happened, She was there.

She was watching.

She was in control.

And I trusted Her completely.

She instructed me when to serve him, when to please him, and when to return to Her.

Undressed Him.

Prepared Him, giving him a nice slow and deep sucking while they kiss, hug and watching me.

Nice girl I always hear telling my Mistress.

Always safe sex my Mistress make sure of it when with any man, made him ready like a well trained girl to enjoy me.

On the ground on all four.

Mistress is laying on her sofa watching.

He grabbed my hips tightly, always looking my Mistress in the eyes.

Mistress always loves looking me in the eyes while being pegged or taken by another man.

Cried the time he pushed the whole length inside me.

5 minutes of extreme rough sex not to enjoy it, but to break me.

That was what made the experience so powerful for me.

I wasn’t simply exploring my bisexuality with another man.

I was doing it as Her submissive.

Everything was happening within the dynamic I had with Her, and I knew that at any moment Her instructions would tell me what She wanted from me.

Afterward, I returned to my place at Her feet.

Resting my head in Her lap, this look in Her eyes that She’s proud of me and told me I had been a very good girl.

She told me that my devotion and loyalty to Her were obvious, and that I had shown Her just how completely I trusted Her.

Those words meant so much to me.

Because that was really what the whole experience was about.

Trust.

I had trusted Her enough to allow Her to take me somewhere outside what I had previously experienced.

I trusted Her enough to be vulnerable.

And I trusted Her enough to surrender that part of myself to Her completely.

After Her friend got dressed and prepared to leave, I greeted him again in the same submissive way I had welcomed him.

Then he left.

And suddenly it was just Her and me again.

She held me in Her arms and gave me an extremely long, loving hug.

After everything that had happened, that embrace meant everything.

It was the reassurance that, underneath everything, I was still Her pet.

Still Her submissive.

Still the same person who had trusted Her completely.

Looking back after all these years, I don’t remember that experience simply as the time I was with another man.

I remember it as one of the first times my Mistress took a part of me that I had always known existed, accepted it completely, and made it part of my submission to Her.

She knew I was bisexual.

She knew what that meant.

And instead of making it something separate from our D/s relationship, She incorporated it into our dynamic in Her own way.

That night taught me something about myself, but it also taught me something about trust and submission.

And that is why, after all these years, it remains one of those memories that I can still close my eyes and remember so clearly.

A night I will never forget.