We had been married for several years and up to now, it had been a pretty good marriage. We were happy and doing well, living what most would call a "normal" life - I had a good job, she took care of the house, everything was as it should be in today's society. Yet there was something missing...

One day I was surfing the 'Net looking for something, I can't even remember what it was now. But just like most everyone who spends any time online knows, when you search the 'Net long enough, something you don't expect will show up - usually, that means porn. That particular day it was my turn. What showed up on my screen that day was to change my world. And it hasn't been the same since.

The picture staring back at me was one of a beautiful woman, kneeling on a table with her legs folded under her and sitting on her heels in front of her black-clad Master. She had her legs bound together at the ankles and the thighs, and her arms were bound behind her at the wrists and the upper arms. She sat there obediently while her Master pinched her lovely tits. This was the picture that began it all. It began a journey that was to take us places neither of us dreamed it would.

Over the next few months, I was able to keep this part of me hidden and silent. I visited websites and learned more about this exciting, forbidden world. This was the longing that had been burning inside me and had, until then, been unquenched. And even more exciting, I found I wasn't alone in these feelings!

The more I learned, the stronger the feelings I had become. One fateful day, my beautiful wife came into my study wanting to know what I wanted for dinner. She saw my computer and to say she was shocked would have been an understatement! Our dinner that evening was a very quiet one. Neither of us spoke - she didn't want to talk, and I wasn't going to push the issue. But that night, after we were in bed, she opened up the dialogue.

"So what the hell was that all about on your computer?" she said.

"Listen," I said. "I have always told you that there's a part of me that you don't know. You have heard me talk about it many times before. Well, this is what I was talking about. I have always been interested in this sort of thing... in D/s. It was something I was interested in when I was younger - before I met you. And I have fantasized about it ever since. I haven't told you because I was afraid of this very reaction. But it's a part of me, and now you know. I am a Master - although, without a slave, I am just a frustrated, unfulfilled one."

"Well, that may be 'a part of you' as you say, but it isn't a part of me and I don't want anything to do with it," she said, with a note of finality that told me I had better find another way to deal with this. So I did... for awhile. But it was always there, in the back of my mind, waiting... waiting and smoldering.

It was about a month later... we were sitting at the dining room table, eating the nice dinner she had prepared.

"So tell me more about this D/s thing... what is it that you like about it?" she asked me out of the blue.

"WHAT!?" I asked, after choking half to death on a mouthful of food.

"Well, you said it's a part of you, and you seem to be so into it. So what is it about this thing that interests you?" she repeated.

"I-I..." I said. I still couldn't believe she was opening up this conversation again. "I like it because it is a very loving, very devoted lifestyle. It isn't just porn... it is so much more than that," I said. "It is a lifestyle that goes beyond anything that the traditional lifestyle has. Look at how many divorces and breakups are going on these days. It seems like no one has any kind of dedication to the idea of 'til death do you part.' anymore. That's because there isn't any giving in the relationships these days - it's all about what can I get from him/her.

The idea of satisfying the other person has been lost in this dog-eat-dog world we live in. D/s is different; D/s is a relationship that is based on one person fulfilling the needs of the other. That is what it is. Traditional marriage is a 'you-plus-me-equals-we' relationship. A D/s relationship is a 'you' relationship. Each person is only concerned with the other, with no thought about what's in it for them. In D/s, one person gets their pleasure from seeing the other fulfilled."

"But aren't there Masters and slaves in it?" she asked innocently. "And how can anyone like being a slave?"

"Well, honey, each of us is born with either a dominant personality, a submissive personality, and a few of us are born with a little of each. Those with a dominant personality are Masters or Mistresses, and those with submissive personalities are submissives or slaves. The ones that can play either part are called switches. As for the other part of your question, being a slave is not what you think. You are using the example you were taught in school... of the African people kidnapped and brought against their will to America to work the cotton fields.

That is NOT what a D/s slave is. Slavery in D/s is a voluntary, consensual agreement between two people because one of them, the slave, finds fulfillment and even pleasure in serving a Master. She - or he - finds being useful and pleasing another person gratifying and these are the types of people that usually have service-type jobs. Jobs where they work behind the scenes and aren't so much concerned with getting the accolades and awards as they are of seeing the job done well. These are the types that make good slaves," I explained.

"Masters or Mistresses are dominant personalities that find they need to rule over another to feel they are fulfilled. Why, I don't know - probably for as many reasons as there are Dominants. But that's what they need. These are aggressive, take-charge types that work well under pressure and usually stand in the foreground to lead others," I told her.

"Okay, but what about all the pictures of women being tied up and spanked or whipped... how can that be fun?" she asked.

"That isn't D/s, honey. Spankings, whippings, and bondage are games that some involved in D/s play, but they are not D/s. D/s is not about getting tied up or spanked or whatever any more than marriage is about having a house. Yes, a lot of married couples have houses, but you don't need a house to be married. And you don't need to spank someone to be a D/s Master," I told her.

"Well, I can see that this is important to you, Jon, so... and I can't believe I'm saying this, but... I want to learn more about it. I want to see what the big attraction is for you. Tell me more," she said.

I couldn't believe it! My girl wanted to know about D/s! So I brought another chair into the study and I started going to some of my favorite websites - websites that explained the relationship between a D/s Master and a slave. Websites that described what it was like to be a slave...not only sexually, but emotionally and mentally as well.

And the more she read, the more she understood that this was more than some twisted sex fantasy - this was real. Real people lived real lives in this manner. And she started to come around. The beautiful poetry, the stories of how slaves felt about their Masters and vice versa... she started to understand that there was a lot more to this than pornographic pictures and bedroom games.

A few days later, my girl surprised me once again. We were getting ready for bed one Friday night, looking forward to a peaceful weekend at home. As I climbed into bed next to her, she turned to me.

"Jon, we don't have anything going on tomorrow do we?" she asked.

"Not that I can think of, why?" I asked her.

"Then tomorrow I want to be your slave for the day. I want you to show me what being a slave is like. I want you to treat me the way you say a Master treats his slave. I will submit to you for the day - show me what it's like to be a slave."

(Now I ask you, My reader, how can I turn down an offer like that!)

So despite an understandable lack of sleep that night - on my part at least - we got up the next morning as Master and slave.

"Good morning Master," she said. So it wasn't a dream after all!

"Good morning slave," I responded. "Are you ready to begin your training?"

"Yes Master," she said.

"Good. then the first thing we should get out of the way are some rules."

"Rules, Master?"

"Yes, rules. You must learn that being a slave is as much a mental state as it is a physical one. So in order for you to start thinking like a slave I am going to give you a slave name. I think I will call you pet."

"Yes, Master. my name is pet," she repeated.

"Now since pets don't normally wear clothes, you will remain naked for the day. Strip now." she looked at me for a second then she began getting undressed.

"Very good. Now come here," I said. She approached me and as she stood before me in all her naked glory. I was in heaven! My pet keeps herself in very good shape and her lovely form was before me now, so inviting and tempting. It was all I could do to keep from ravishing her where she stood!

"Kneel before me slave," I said. She knelt down at my feet and waited for my next command. I knew she was expecting some kind of sexual command, but I had told her D/s was more than just sex games so I threw her off by reaching out my hand and softly caressing her face.

"Now here are some other rules you need to know. You will not touch a doorknob in my presence; if we are together and have to go through a closed door, I will open it for you. You will not seat yourself at the table; I will pull your chair out and then push it back in for you. You will not start eating until I start; this is a sign of respect for your master. You will not speak to anyone else without permission; if you must speak to another person, you will either look to me for permission or ask me first.

These are a few of the rules you will need to learn, but they will get you started for now. As your training progresses these rules will become second nature to you and you will learn new ones. Understand?" I told her.

"Yes Master," she said.

"Good. I don't want to throw too much at you all at once. This is enough for now," I said. "Now come with me to the computer - I want to show you a few more things about your new role as slave."

"Yes Master," she said. She got up, following me to the study. When we got there I had her kneel again (I was good enough to bring a seat cushion in from the couch for her to kneel on - wood flooring is not kind on knees!) and I showed her Slave Contracts and Slave Rules I had found on the Internet. I showed her websites explaining the Master/ slave relationship, and how deep the emotions can run between them.

She looked over everything as I called it up, and was true to her words last night about wanting to learn more about D/s - she was like a sponge, absorbing it as fast as I could bring it up. Finally, after viewing several websites, she asked to see some more pictures of Masters and slaves. So I called up some of my favorites picture sites. She looked at the pictures as I brought them up and as she watched I started to see something I had only dreamed about in my darkest fantasies... the girl was getting aroused!

It started slowly at first. her shifting her weight once in a while. But then I thought I could detect a change in her breathing... the softness of her regular breathing was becoming deeper and more labored. A few more pictures and then I suggested she look at a few movie clips to see it in action.

I called up some BD/SM movie clips and she watched them even more intently. She watched as Masters played with their slaves, some whipping them, some using various vibrators and other sex toys on them. Once I was sure she was hooked, I reeled her in.

"Now, slave, stand for me," I told her. She stood up obediently.

"Spread those legs," I said, and she parted her legs a bit.

"Wider dammit, I want to see you!" I said feigning sternness. She spread her legs wider till they were a little wider than her shoulders.

"Now, pet, how did you like those pictures and movies?" I asked.

"I... liked them Master," she said, blushing a bit.

"Oh, really? Let's see how much, shall we?" I said, and I reached between her legs. Sure enough, she was wet - wetter than I remember seeing her in a long time! As I was touching her, she instinctively reached out to try to block my hand - forgetting her role as slave.

"Keep those hands behind you slave!" I said as I swatted her hand away. She put her hands behind her as I ordered, remembering that she agreed to this arrangement.

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry," she said.

"That's more like it. Now, where was I?" I said. No response.

"I asked you a question, slave. Where was I?" I repeated.

"You were playing with me... you know, down there," she said, shyly.

"You mean I was playing with my pussy?" I said. "Say it."

"You were playing with my pussy Master," she said.

"No, I believe you meant to say 'You were playing with YOUR pussy, Master.' Now, say it right before I turn you over my knee and paddle your ass for insubordination!" I said.

"You were playing with Your pussy Master," she said, finally. I could tell she was enjoying this banter because she was getting wetter by the minute. I continued to finger her slit and she closed her eyes, moaning as she softly swayed side to side. I stood up, still playing with her pussy and leaned forward to take one of her perfect tits into my mouth. She has lovely full, ripe tits with nipples that are extremely sensitive...just made for a Master's attention!

She moaned as I closed my hot mouth over one, then the other...each crying out for more. I held her still with my free hand on her back as I licked and sucked those tender tits and played with her pussy. After some time playing with her and teasing her in this manner, I wanted to raise the stakes in this game and see how hot I could get her.

"Come with me," I told her, and she followed me upstairs to our bedroom. Now, because she caught me off-guard with this sudden interest in my D/s, I didn't have a lot of equipment to use on her. But I did have a home toolbox and after rummaging around a bit, I came up with some cable ties and some rope. It would do in a pinch if we played carefully. I put a cable tie around each of her wrists and ran the rope through to tie her to the bedposts, standing at the foot of the bed, facing the bed. I did the same to her ankles and tied her legs spread wide to the foot of the bed.

"You let me know if these get too tight - I have the cutters right here handy, in case you need out in a hurry," I told her.

"Yes Master," she said. Then I bent her over so her head was on the bed and her ass was open, exposed, and delightfully handy.

"Now what to do with a helpless slave..." I said, teasing her. "What would you suggest, pet?" I stroked her firm ass as I spoke.

"Fuck me Master," she said. "Please, I am so hot right now! Please fuck me."

"Very well... but first, I want to make sure you are good and ready." With that, I pulled apart her ass cheeks and stuck my face close to her steaming pussy. Just close enough to smell her musky aroma and for her to feel my breath on her pussy lips.

"Mmm... my dear, you smell delicious. I wonder if you taste as good as you smell. Shall I see?" I said teasing her further.

"Yess... please," she said, the sound of her husky voice betraying her. The woman was definitely getting into this scene!

I leaned forward the rest of the way and my tongue split her pussy lips and I tasted the sweet, sweet taste of my girl's pussy. She moaned as she felt my tongue inside her. I don't know who enjoys the art of cunnilingus more; her for receiving it, or me for giving it! All I know is that if this girl hadn't been tied down, I would have had to chase her all over the bedroom! She moaned and twisted and gasped as I ate her, pushing back as my tongue searched out her soft folds for every drop of her precious nectar.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, God yes!" she moaned as she writhed in pleasure. "Oh please! Please fuck me! Fuck me, Master! Oh God!"

I reluctantly pulled my face from her warmth. "You want me to fuck you, slut? You want me to fuck that hot, wet pussy?" I asked her with a deep growl.

"Yes! Oh yes! please!" she cried.

"Then tell me - are you my slut? Are you my slave-slut?" I said, probing her pussy as I waited for her answer.

"Yes! Oh Yes! I am your slave, your slutty slave! Oh, Master! Please! Please fuck your slave slut!" she was almost beside herself. I had never seen her so turned on, so absolutely consumed as she was at that moment. It was like I was in bed with an entirely different person! My girl was hot, don't get me wrong. She could show her passionate side easily enough. But this creature was a porn star!

I stood and took her by the hips. I pointed my raging cock at her wet hole and slid easily inside.

"OHHHSSHIIIT!" she said, as I felt her pussy walls contract and felt a flood of her juices push past my cock and onto my legs. She bucked against my cock and shook violently as she came. I began pumping in and out of her as she continued to orgasm, my motions and the feel of my cock inside her throwing her into one orgasm after another. She must have had five or six just in a short period of time.

But she wasn't the only one turned on that night. I quickly found myself building up to my own peak. And as she came for the last time, I joined her in a mutual explosion that had us both howling at the moon! It's a very good thing we own our own house, had we lived in an apartment complex, the cops would have been over for a visit!

After we had both calmed down, I cut her loose from her bonds and we laid down on the bed to catch our breath. Once we had regained the ability of speech that we had earlier that day, she turned and looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. "Master, can I be your slave... permanently?"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I went from Jonathan to Master Jonathan.

Authors Note: This is the first of a two-part story on how I became a D/s Master, and how we went from husband and wife to Master and submissive. The final part is found in the story "The Collaring of Pet".