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I have been interested in bondage for a while, and mostly I've been tying up willing girlfriends but I was never
dominated and I was curious about what the other side of the coin is like. I went to a professional dominatrix and this is my story.
I was escorted by a pretty girl down a few
corridors to a ordinary looking door. All the mundane trappings of the building made me feel even more nervous, maybe because I knew there was more to this building than tasteful decorating. Like a wolf in sheeps clothing I guess.....
Behind the door however, all the illusions collapsed. It took a minute to adjust to the light, it wasn't dark, it's just that
all the light was focused at the top corners of the room, making it feel more like the light didn't really want to be there.
She was wearing a nice black corset with matching underwear and
stockings, and talking to her in her dungeon about what the session was about only added to the surrealism. Her
soft and reeassuring voice both put me at ease and prickled the hairs at the back of my neck... I could feel myself falling under her spell.
She told
me she was going to leave for a little and come back, and whille she was gone I was to strip down to my boxers, kneel on the floor with my wrists touching the carpet and my head down. I was not to look up when she re-entered.
I took
a few minutes to look around at all the bondage gear. The paddles, restraints and stuff I didn't even recognise. There were pictures on the wall of a couple of Dominatrixs (?) all dressed in PVC catsuits. Being immersed in the culture of this room and a whole other world that you barely get to see, my mind stopped racing, instead I felt everything.. my hearthbeat, the way my shirt was tight across my shoulders and the comforting warmth in the air. Nothing before or after seemed to exist outside this room and I was seduced by it.
Excited by this new sensation. i did as i was told earlier. It felt very erotic removing my clothes in this strange place and I loved the hedonistic
pleasure of it all. Initially I wondered what I would think about while i was kneeling on the floor, turns out that that my mind was blank as i knelt on the floor just enjoying every sensation, my breathing, the way my shoulders stretched out as i contorted to my position.
i'm not sure how
long I was waiting, but she eventually returned. i hear her walk over to me, taking her time. She ran a hand down my back "Mmmm good" she purred. That touch sent all sorts of shivers through my body and at that moment i knew i would do exactly what i was told.
She bade me to stand up and as i did, i saw her in a totally different light. i checked her out before coming in, but now she looked even better. Her body was perfect and her outfit
demanded attention. Her curves peeked out from behind the lace and though the corset looked restrictive the look on her face suggested that she enjoyed the sensation.
Now standing, she stripped the
last of my clothes from me.
Kneeling between my legs the close proximity of this stunning womans' head to my crotch stirred all kinds of fires inside me. She stood slowly, tracing her fingers up my body. Still running her hands lightly over me she whispered her demands into my ear.
"First, you may only call me Mistress",
"You may only speak when spoken to"
"and you can only cum if you ask for and recieve
permission". at her final words she smiles and bites her lip in a oh so coy fashion....
Her fingers trail down my neck to my chest and towards my nipples, she leans in really close, so close I can
feel her breath on my ear
"and if you want me to stop what I'm doing you must say "mercy mistress". Do you understand"
Her words were punctuated by her nails digging into my nipples.
I expected the words to sound contrived when they came out of my mouth, instead my "yes
mistress" sounded genuine, even to me.
Gently, she held up a collar with a leash attached and i just let her buckle it around my neck. The
metal from the leash was cold in contrast to her warm body grinding up against mine and it added to my arousal.
Next I was led over to her swing in the middle of the room. It was entirely made of
leather and reminded me more of a hammock except for the leather cuffs hanging from it. Gingerly I lay back on it, fully appreciating the slow and erotic way she took her time restraining my arms
and legs. Smiling at her handiwork, she stradled me with her sexy legs and retrieved a blindfold. I offered no resistance to her as she robbed me of my sight.
Without being able to see, it's harder
for me to remember exactly what she did to me, though there are a few things that vividly remain
with me. She teased me, I'm not sure for how long, but she was always touching me, driving me crazy. I think one time I came close to unbalancing her with my bucking. Her touch wasn't just restricted to my groin as every other nerve was screaming in pleasure and it didn't seem to matter where her fingers roamed.
At one point she rubbed ice in a seemingly careless fashion around my chest before telling me she was putting on nipple clamps. I remember tensing, expecting pain, but there was none and it only
drove me crazier.
At times she straddled my head, sometimes only allowing me to smell her, others she made me lick her through the lacy material and always taking her time, letting me please her and
only letting up when she wanted to.
She asked me if I wanted the blindfold removed. After a meek' "yes mistress" I was told that first I had a task to do. without the chance
to reply, she slid her nipple into my mouth and told me that I had to make her hard. She moaned the whole time, caressing my hair, encouraging me to suck harder. At that point the only thought on my mind was pleasing the woman I couldn't even see.
I recieved a kiss and a complement before the blindfold was removed. I barely had any time to gawk, she told me to thank her
for my sight and as i opened my mouth to speak, her breast slid back into my mouth. She made me suck on her nipples until they were so hard they must have hurt, and only then did she begin releasing me. well my hands and feet anyway, i felt like this woman owned a part of me and i found that i didn't mind at all.
I was spanked afterwards, but to be honest, I wasn't all that into it. She did it well though and I'm sure that if it was something I liked, she would have exceeded my expectations.
I was told
that for taking the paddle like a man I was in for a treat. She walked over to the low slung couch, sat down with her legs wide open and simply pointed her finger at the spot on the floor between her feet. I did what I was told, no question, no hesitation.
She said nothing as she pulled her panties to one side and slid her hand under my collar, pulling me in, forcing me to do what I wanted to do anyway. It was so much more erotic being made to go
down on a woman. I'm not sure whether she was a good actress or whether she let her guard down a little too low, but her breathing became low and ragged and I felt her muscles twitch faster and faster.
It was then that I was
ordered to fuck her, all the softly spoken words just disappeared. The animal inside me jumped at the chance and the heady scent of her pussy only fanned the flames inside me and I took all that I could and only just managed to beg her to let me cum just before I lost control. Her "yes"was all it took and my whole body shook as I came.
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