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How A Dominatrix Claims Power Over A Slave

Dominatrix Claims Power over her Slave

Before I started working as a London  escort, I was a dominatrix for years. All my clients knew about it, some of them were even using my services in the femdom spectrum. But this guy was new, he didn’t specify what he wanted, didn’t tell me anything about him. His only request was that he wanted to be dominated. He also said that I don’t have to go easy on him, which I very much appreciated. We set up at the time and date, and I started making plans for our get-together. It’s been a while since I’ve dominated a man. Usually all they wanted was a gentle spanking or a light bondage. If this guy really wanted what he said he wanted, this is going to be a long session, and I was looking forward to it.

I arrived at the hotel half an hour before the time. It was all because I was afraid I was going to be late, it was a miracle I was only this much too early. I dressed inconspicuously, I didn’t want anyone to suspect that I’m a London escort. Normal mom jeans and a T-shirt did the trick, but I did bring clothes to change into at his hotel room. Underneath my normal look, I was hiding a sexy lingerie and in my bag I had a corset and extra high heels. The only thing I was worried about was that the two hours he originally booked wouldn’t be enough. Obviously, except from clothes, I also brought a lot of toys with me. I was still a little bit concerned that I didn’t know what he liked. That I assume that he just didn’t mind anything as long. As I am the one in charge. Some guys were like this. And I love those guys.

It was finally time and I went up to his room. I knocked on the door and leaned on the door frame, arching my back to present in the best way. He opened the door very quickly. I barely managed to assume my position.

“Hello,” he greeted me and suspiciously eyed me from head to toe, “Are you Amy?”

“Hello, yes, it’s nice to meet you,” I smiled and entered the room.

“So,” I started uneasily, “Are you going to tell me what are you into?”

“I can be into anything you want me to be,” he said, still smiling.

“All right, suit yourself,” I shrugged, “Have you already showered?”

“Yes, of course, I wanted to be ready.”

“Wonderful. Let me just freshen up and change, and we can begin,” I told him and headed to the bathroom.

“How may I address you?” he asked, stopping me mid-step.

I looked at him and said proudly, “Miss will be fine.”

Whenever I was working as a dominatrix, I always demanded to be called that. Some girls went with queens or ladies, but for me this was more powerful.

I quickly changed into my outfit and rechecked my makeup. Once I was sure that I looked impeccable, I went out.

He was already naked, covered only with a thin blanket. I walked up to the bed, kneeled on the edge of the mattress and leaned forward. My lips were almost touching his, but I didn’t kiss him.

Instead, I whispered, “I’m going to make you mine.”

I didn’t even have to feel his body to know that he shivered, upon hearing my words. He was obviously into femdom, even though I doubted it before. I stood back up and ripped the blanket off him.

I sat on top of him, trapping his limp cock in between of my round buttocks, and started slowly rocking my hips. At the same time, I started preparing the rope I brought.

“Grab the headboard,” I told him.

He obeyed my request, not uttering a word.

I tied his hands and his neck to the headboard, making sure he wouldn’t be able to move. At this moment, he was already getting hard, so I stood up. I tied his legs in place. My knots were tight, not tight enough to hurt him, but tight enough to let him know who’s in charge. Once he was entirely immobilized, I started jerking him off.

He let out a moan when I grabbed his shaft too hard.

“Be quiet, slave,” I said, grasping it even harder.

I saw his jaw flinch, but he nodded, “Yes, miss.”

I was, to say the least, satisfied with his answer. Once he was hard enough, I took the cock rings that I had brought. I had all three with me because I had this specific way of tying male genitalia up. The cock rings that I was using were designed in a way that their size could be adjusted. This way, I could use one on the base of his coke, tying it at once with the ball sack, and then one for each of the balls. It wasn’t that painful for men, but it also wasn’t comfortable. It was meant not only to hold off the orgasm, but also hold off their pleasure. I was the only one who was supposed to feel pleasure here, as I was the dominatrix.

I saw sweat forming on his forehead. Obviously, I knew what he wanted, and I wasn’t going to give it to him. Not now, at least. I sat on his thighs and started playing with the head of his cock, rubbing it against my entrance.

“Do you want me?” I asked sweetly.

“Of course, Miss, I want no one more than you,” he immediately answered, his voice was dry and rough from straining.

I nodded hearing that answer and licked my lips, and I noticed with pleasure that he watched my tongue.

I took out a condom and put it on him. Unfortunately, it was a necessary precaution. Then I slid forward, slowly letting him inside my pussy. He was on the smaller side, so the whole length fit inside nicely. I started riding him, putting one of my hands behind and grabbing his balls, playing with them as if they were stress balls. His face was all red from arousal, but I had no mercy.

After a good 20 minutes or so, when he was already very sweaty and shaking, I stopped. I put nipple clamps on him and connected them with a thin chain, which I grabbed, pulling harshly. I started riding him again, pulling from time to time, as it was a horse head collar.

“Please, miss, I’m begging you,” he cried after another half an hour.

“What are you begging for, slave?” I asked him coldly.

I was also very aroused, I had already finished two or three times, but it didn’t mean he deserved to come too. As a London  escort, I should care about his pleasure, but that wasn’t what we were here for today.

“Please, let me finish. That’s all I’m asking me is just once,” he whimpered.

I stopped riding him. And started taking off the cock rings.

“I’m not saying you deserve this, slave. But I will give you what you want.”

I took off his condom along with the rings, and started tracing my down the shaft with my finger. He moaned again, earning another harsh pull on the nipple clamps.

“Come for me, slave,” I told him, not even looking in his direction, I stopped touching him too.

“But I…” he started saying, but my look shut him up.

“I said something, and I’m your dominatrix, so you better listen to me,” I objected.

“Yes, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss,” he quickly apologized.

I took a whip, one with a small leather strap on the end, and I slapped him right in his red balls. It wasn’t a particularly light tap, but it also wasn’t that hard. I saw him clenching his jaw, desperate not to utter any sound that he knew I wouldn’t like. I slapped him again.

“I’m not going to stop until you come,” I informed him in a boring tone.

That did it for him, two more slaps and he finished. It definitely wasn’t a good orgasm, he basically cried while the warm cum slowly squirted out of his dick and onto his stomach. “Good boy,” I told him and untied his hands, adding, “I will leave you to do the clean-up, slave.”

I saw him a couple more times, each one was more rough than the previous. Femdom became for us a sort of game, it was magical, he never knew what I had in store for him and I kept on trying new things on him.

 

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