I was a relatively innocent 20 yr. old going to a commuter school who hadn't had a date in awhile. I was horny and visited a newsstand (remember them?). It was Manhattan in the '70s and picked up a copy of the controversial XXX newsprint tabloid Screw.

I focused on the ads in the back with grainy pics. There was a section for escorts and then one for S&M. A couple of the escort ads got my attention, but in the S&M section there was a small pic in an ad for a Mistress. She was a mature blonde with short hair, curvy, dressed in black with sexy smirk on her face. I knew next to nothing about the scene, but I was intrigued so the next day I called and spoke with her. The Mistress had that worldly, now gone NYC accent, tough and seductive as her picture. She asked me what I looked like and what I wanted to do. I had no clue, she suggested role play, and I was immediately turned on. The price was borderline expensive for a kid working less than part time ($35 for a 45 mins session), but I made the appointment.

The Mistress was the legendary Belle de Jour, and, looking back on that first meeting, she blew my mind in the way she taught me and treated this relatively innocent kid that day. Before we started she practically checked my age and did an interview on who I was, work/college, where I lived. I became a client of hers over a 20 year period, with plenty of gaps since I left the scene and returned several times. But I always went back to Belle and whatever dungeon she owned because she remembered me and I trusted her. We sessioned far less as the years went by. Belle began to refer to me to Mistresses that worked for her who would be compatible with me, and was usually around for my appointments. Her suggestions were never wrong. Belle used me once as a house slave and three times in training sessions. Hell of a woman.