I knew if it had been left to me I would have been so nervous I would probably have made it a much less memorable experience for both of us. But right...from the start she took control and I was happy to follow her instructions. I suppose that was not very macho of me, but then I have never been of much concerned about that kind of thing. I think what counts in the end is that she made it a really great experience for both of us and I am still basking in the afterglow of our first real sexual. The former race shop had become an area to fix items in the front, and store a whole bunch of construction junk in the back. Old race trophies sat on shelves covered in dust and cobwebs and cluttered with countless other items. A few crates had been moved hastily aside to house what now sat just inside the garage door.I took one look at her and I was instantly smitten by her charms. I wanted nothing more than to be inside of her. She had an elegant backside, with a gentle curve, she was dressed. If I didn’t swallow it I would have drowned.After she was done pissing on my face she said; “for now on, you will do what Greg, my boys, and I say, you will remain naked at all times. You will now be homeschool, so I can train you to be a good submissive slut. Do you understand?”I was so scared, all I could say is, “Yes.”She then said, “You are to address me as Mistress, and the boys Master.”She then reached down and picked up a dog collar and put it on me, and she locked it in place. That. About 2 weeks later I made a appointment, curious as to what the special massage would involve. She showed me in told me to undress and lie on the massage table face down and she would be back soon. After a few minutes she came back in wearing a bikini top that is holding up a magnificent pair of boobs and a very short pleated skirt "that’s a much better uniform” I said. The massage started the same as normal massaging my back them my legs, but this time paying a lot of attention to the tops.