Stepping into the flames of a fiery dominatrix

In the alluring labyrinth of desires, the dance between dominance and submission is both intense and intricate. Step into an evening where a novice dominatrix and her eager client, Marcus, test their boundaries. For those keen on venturing deeper into the realm of control our BDSM Domination Guide promises to be your guiding light.

I got an outcall request from a new client, Marcus. He sent me a whole file about what he’d like me to do. Basically, it all came down to me dominating him. Our company offers professional escort services, with no mention of fetishes, but I listed light BDSM as one of the things I’m interested in. I’ve never tried being a dominatrix, which I told him, but he said he is fine with it, if I’m willing to try. As a very curious person, I jumped at the opportunity to try something new. We agreed on a safe word and set the appointment. Fortunately, Marcus had all the toys we could possibly need, and he said he’d bring everything, including a brand-new costume for me. 

I knocked on his door and waited. The hotel was very elegant, marble flooring and custom furniture made it clear what type of clientele stayed there. I started to feel out of place wearing a simple denim dress, but nevertheless, the hotel’s employees treated me with respect. I knocked on the door again, this time he opened it almost immediately. We greeted each other and he invited me inside.

“You look stunning, I can’t wait to see you in the outfit I’ve chosen for you,” he said, gently dragging his finger down my left arm.

I felt tingles in every place he touched and shivered uncontrollably. Too bad he doesn’t want to dominate me, that would really be something to look forward to.

“I left everything you might need in this room,” he said, pointing to a closed door, “I’ll be waiting in the second one, come once you’re ready.”

“I can’t wait,” I smiled and entered the bedroom, turning away and shooting him a careful glance.

He returned my smile and closed the door behind me.

I walked up closer to the bed. There was a closed suitcase, most likely filled with BDSM accessories, on it and a paper bag. The bag had a logo of a sex shop that I didn’t recognize, which only spiked my interest more. I reached inside and felt leather under my fingers. So that’s what he wanted to see me in. I pulled out a garment, it was like a corset with a short shirt, or more like a flounce at the bottom. Along with it there was a pair of thigh-highs and heels. I dressed up and started rummaging through the suitcase. In the end, I chose a leather flog, a simple paddle and a pair of handcuffs. Marcus didn’t leave any underwear for me, so I left out that part, it’s not like I’d be needing it anyway. I felt like a real dominatrix, dressed and armed like this.

When I entered the bedroom, Marcus was kneeling on the floor. I started feeling aroused just by this sight. He didn’t say anything to me, only kept staring at the floor. I didn’t speak either, it wasn’t necessary. I placed the toys on the bedside table, except from the flog. Then, I walked up to him and gently caressed his cheek with the flog. He longed for my touch, tilting his head to prolong my stroke. I didn’t let him, pulling away and snapping the flog in the air. He didn’t even jump at the sound it made, patiently waiting for his punishment. I didn’t know how hard I can strike him, without crossing the thin barrier between pleasure and plain. I raised the flog and struck him on his chest. He moaned quietly, and I saw the red lines forming where the flog hit him. I guess it was harder than I anticipated, but he liked it anyway. I struck him again, this time going a little lower, but still carefully missing his crotch.

“Lie down,” I said, surprised by the cold tone of my voice.

Marcus didn’t answer, but obeyed my order. I handcuffed him to the bed frame and sat on his thighs. The first part of the BDSM acronym was out of the way, now it was all up to my abilities to dominate. I started massaging my clitoris, just inches from his hard cock. Then, I moved closed and used his manhood like a dildo, stimulating my entrance. I didn’t let him inside yet. He was pulsating in my hand, and I knew he was close to coming. I was already dripping wet, and I used this wetness to slide up and down his shaft. A quiet moan escaped his lips, which made me stop.

“Do you want to finish?” I asked sweetly, tilting my head to the side.

“Yes, please,” he grunted.

I laughed and shook my head. 

I slid upwards, now sitting on his lower stomach, and started masturbating again. His cock was trapped in between my butt cheeks. His arousal was almost tangible in the air, and it made me work up as well.

“Don’t cum before me,” I harshly instructed him.

He nodded and clenched his jaw, it was clearly painful to him. As a dominatrix, I shouldn’t feel bad for him, but I still did. Nevertheless, I continued masturbating, until I finished, making him watch and suffer. Then, I stood up and placed a cock ring on him. I took the paddle and hit him on his hip. He thrust his hips upwards, longing for more. I struck him again, this time closer to his crotch. Once again, I sat on his chest, but this time facing his cock. I gently tapped him on his ball sack, making him moan. I repeated the move, but this time going harder. Obviously, I didn’t want to hurt him, but I wanted to give him the pain he wanted. I slid down and slowly put his manhood inside me. I didn’t move, but instead continued hitting him on his thighs and balls. His moans were getting louder and louder, so was my arousal.

“I think…” he started saying, but had to pause to catch a breath, “I’m coming.”

I got down and kneeled by his side. I didn’t want him to finish inside me. The paddle already did its job, so I took the flog and started striking him on his chest again. My right hand was jerking him off at the same time. Right when I saw his cock throbbing and twitching, I stopped and took the ring off. I wasn’t touching him at all, I even stopped flogging him. The tension was tangible and almost suffocating, but I waited patiently. Once I saw the pre-cum leaking out of him, I grabbed the base with two fingers and slowly stimulated it. He finished, moaning and almost crying. The emotions were so overwhelming I felt a weird sensation inside, almost like I was coming too. BDSM was definitely something for me, I could wait for Marcus to rest, so we could start all over again.

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