Pee-Boarding

Pee-Boarding (Another True Story) 

It all started with a weeks holiday in 1997 at a Holiday Camp in Somerset, a place called St Audrie's Bay which was by the coast overlooking the Bristol Channel. St Audrie's was, and still is I think, a place Transvestites, Transexuals, and Sissies, could stay and meet others with the same likes and interests. It was there that I first met 'Little Jenny'. She loved dressing like a little girl, which at the time was not something I either understood or had any interest in, but she/he seemed nice enough. Strange thing was she/he always left me with an uneasy feeling. Nothing I could pin down, just an underlying feeling. Along with my uneasiness I felt there was a sort of infatuation she/ he had for me. Again nothing concrete to base that on just a feeling.
Jump forward to around 2001... While in a chatroom I got a private message request from a Jenny. Never wishing to appear rude I took the request and started chatting. It turn out to be Little Jenny. Long story to short we exchanged e-mails and after lots of correspondence, and phone calls, we arranged for her to come and stop at my home for a few days. During that time she would be my Mistress and I would be her submissive, or whatever she/he would want of me. This is an example of me agreeing to submit to a Dom/sub relationship without actually knowing what will happen. It might mean I have to participate in something I would not, in the cold light of day, like or agree to normally. My problem is my submissive needs are sometimes greater than my common sense. What is done to or with me comes a distant second to my need to be Dominated, that need has at times gotten me into some sticky situations, and not the sticky I usually enjoy. At this point it is worth saying that all the time he stayed with me he remained a male, in dress and persona. We went to a Fetish Fair in Birmingham (my at the time local City) and to a BDSM club somewhere out in the country side.