The Dominatrix Within Awakens

Some of you already know I can be quite mean just like a Dominatrix. Others might assume that I could never be as harsh as one. Well, those guys have no idea what they’re talking about! They just haven’t seen me in my “domination form” yet. Because I have been doing phone sex for a while and have explored many roles and kinks. Not only that but I have done quite a bit of exploring in my personal life too. I’m great at being in control, believe it or not. Or find out for yourself!

In the past, I did own a male submissive, who I would use for my pleasure. This also occurred in my personal life. He enjoyed pain inflicted on him and my verbal abuse too. That is a story for another day though. I wanted to talk about someone else who thought I was just bullshitting the fact that I can be very dominant. He learned the hard way not to fuck with me!

Bossy “submissives” piss me off and they must be punished.

This guy was one of those types. You know the kind I’m talking about. The ones who say they are submissive but feel the need to boss you around constantly. Well, I lose my patience quickly with those little bitches. He was saying there was no way I could be a Dominatrix. That I look like too much of a “good girl”. HAHA. See what I mean? They try to get under your skin. But I wasn’t going to let him just talk to me that way.

So I told him, alright, try me as your Domme and you will see what happens. He had this smirk on his face that irked me even more. I told him to get undressed and that I would be right back. I needed to get out of my typical clothes and slip into something more Mistress-like. I found the perfect outfit in my closet! A black corset and thigh-high black boots. The kind that are perfect for a slave to kiss and lick.

Not only that but I brought with me some BDSM toys and restraints for his bratty-ass. I was going to make sure he knew that I wasn’t fucking around here. He had no idea what he just got himself into!

When I came out strutting my stuff with my toys and restraints in hand I noticed he was visibly nervous.

He made an audible gulp while sweat dripped down his forehead. Now I was the one smirking! So I stood there in front of him and commanded the bitch to get on his hands and knees. Then I told him to crawl towards his Dominatrix. He looked up at me like a scared puppy dog. I couldn’t help but laugh while looking down at him near my feet.

So, I walked around so I could see him from behind. Without warning I began to use my riding crop (a favorite “toy” of mine) on his white ass! That was definitely a wakeup call for him. But I was only getting started. Part two of this Dom/sub story will be out on Thursday. However, you can grab the audio in my store if you rather not wait!

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