Walking out his apartment, Danny told his roommates, "I'll be back later guys, I'm going to the card shop."
As he walked out to his car, he felt his anxiety spike through the roof. Danny couldn't believe he was going to meet up with a dominatrix. He wanted to chicken out like he had in the past, but he saved up five hundred dollars for a one hour session and he knew if he didn't go this time, he might never have the courage to follow through with it.
When he got into his car and entered the current address into the GPS on his phone, he realized the location was only a twenty minute drive into a suburban neighborhood this time. When he scheduled a session with the Dominatrix several months prior it was at a hotel forty minutes away. He found it confusing that she gave him a different address this time, but he figured she must change locations for safety reasons and she must've used Airbnb this time around.
He didn't want to show up twenty minutes early in case she was with another client, so Danny decided to sit in his car and wait for awhile before leaving. After a few minutes of waiting, he double checked his bank account balance again to make sure he still had enough money to pull five hundred out of the ATM.
When he checked, he saw he still had five hundred and thirty-five dollars. As he looked at his balance, he started feeling nervous about paying a Dominatrix five hundred dollars just to punish and humiliate him because that was over half the price of his rent, and it was enough money to cover his phone bill for several months. The longer he sat in the car, the more ridiculous it seemed to spend such a large amount of money on something like that.
After a few more anxious minutes, he chickened out, again. The anxiety of seeing a Dominatrix, combined with the massive amount of money it was going to cost him, he couldn't do it. For the third time in a year, Danny messaged the Dominatrix, saying, "Sorry, I have to cancel our session."
Danny sat in his car upset at himself, conflicted from feeling a deep urge to submit, while also feeling instant regret for canceling yet another session. Since he told his roommates he'd be gone awhile, he figured he'd just go to the card shop and buy some new cards or maybe play a few games. But as soon as he shifted his car into drive and was about to leave, his phone dinged.
"Seriously? Again? Is the price too steep?"
Danny didn't want to sound like a chicken shit and tell her that he was chickening out, but he also didn't want to tell her that her prices were unreasonable, so he texted back, "The price is fair. I just didn't budget my money well this month. I'm really sorry about that."
The Dominatrix quickly texted back, "I already scheduled time for you, how about half price?"
Danny found himself in a conundrum, now in a situation where he could say he couldn't afford half price either, or admit hes too scared to go. But he knew the right option was the third option, just go to the session. After a few minutes of being frustration towards himself, he hit a boiling point.
Angry and fed up with himself, Danny texted her back, "Five hundred is fair. I was just chickening out. I'm on my way."
The Dominatrix sent back a dirty smiley emoji and said, "Good Boy."
After going to the ATM, then venturing out on a twenty minute drive filled with anxiety, Danny's GPS had lead out of the city and to a small house in the nice suburban neighborhood. He parked next to the small sports car in front of the garage then messaged the Dominatrix, letting her know that he arrived so he could confirm he was at the correct location.
The front door opened, and a small young woman with dark hair walked out to the front porch and waved at Danny. He got out of the car confused to see a friendly looking woman in normal clothes. He was expecting someone bigger, or at least meaner looking, and the woman he was looking at didn't look anything like the women he's seen in all the BDSM porn he's watched.
"Are you the Dominatrix?" Danny asked.
The woman scanned around the surrounding houses while quickly walking over to Danny, then she grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the front door while quietly and angrily saying, "Oh my God, shut the fuck up, my neighbors don't know what I do."
Danny quietly responded, "Oh shit, I'm so sorry."
After the woman pulled him into the house, Danny found himself standing in a very normal looking living room. He scanned the area, spotting nothing out of the ordinary, then he heard the woman slam the door behind him.
When he turned around in a panic, he saw her lock the deadbolt on the door before yelling, "What The Fuck dude! Have you ever heard of discretion? I don't want my neighbors knowing what I do for living!"
Danny responded, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you lived here. I thought this was an Airbnb or something, You gave me a different address last time."
Still annoyed with Danny, the woman explained, "That's because I was living at my parents so I was meeting at hotels. I just moved here. And even if we were meeting at a rental place, you don't just walk around asking 'Are You The Dominatrix!' in public."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, it won't happen again."
The woman stared at Danny for a few seconds, then let out a frustrated exhale and said, "It's fine!"
Danny nervously and awkwardly stood in the living room, unsure of what to do or say. The woman walked over to her computer desk and sat down, then pointed at the couch.
After Danny sat down on the couch, he asked, "So... it's nice to meet you, what should I call you?"
The woman responded, "Mistress, or Ma'am, whatever, I don't care."
Danny chuckled, then asked, "But what if other people are around?, wouldn't that be weird?"
The frustrated woman answered, "If you see me in public, you don't know me, you don't talk to me, you don't even look at me."
Danny quickly responded, "Oh, right. Of course, discretion."
After another awkward moment of silence, the woman asked, "So, you said were into domination?"
Danny's responded, "Yeah..."
The woman asked, "What kind of domination?"
Danny answered, "Umm, whatever you prefer."
The woman sighed while crossing her arms and legs, then blurted out, "The older guys are so much easier to deal with."
Danny got defensive, "What are you talking about?"
The woman explained, "Older men know exactly what they want."
Danny responded, "Well, you seem kinda mad at me, you wanna just beat me up and stuff? Just try not to break anything."
The woman stared at Danny with a confused and annoyed look on her face for a moment before blurting out, "You're a dumbass."
Danny let out a sigh of his own, then he grabbed the five hundred out of his pocket and set it on her coffee table before standing up, "I'm just gunna leave. Sorry for about flaking out those other times."
As he was walking towards the door, the woman told him, "Wait.", then she got up from her computer chair and asked, "When you say 'beat me up', that could mean a million different things. So what does that look like to you?"
Danny nervously answered, "Kinda like bullying and stuff. And humiliation."
The woman asked, "Like ball busting and face slapping?"
Already feeling awkward and uncomfortable, Danny answered, "Yeah, that kind of stuff."
The woman walked over and opened the coat closet, revealing a large collection of BDSM gear, then she grabbed a thick leather collar hanging on the inside of the door alongside some leashes, riding crops, and paddles. Danny's anxiety spiked as she walked towards him with the collar in her hand.
She walked right into his personal space, intentionally making him much more uncomfortable, then she asked, "So you like getting bullied huh? Are you sure you can handle it?"
Danny nervously swallowed, then answered, "Yeah, I'm pretty tough... in my opinion."
The women looked him up and down, then gave him a dirty look, and said "I'm a little bitch."
Danny got confused, "You are?"
The woman reached up and grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks together with her hand, then said in a condescending voice, "No silly, that's your safe word. Say it."
Danny nervously chuckled then responded, "I'm a little bitch?"
The woman ran her hand down Danny's chest, passing his stomach, then grabbing a handful of his package. Then she held up the collar in her other hand and said, "Let's get you collared."
Danny's penis twitched in the woman's hand, and before he could think of what to say, the woman pulled her hand away and kneed him in the balls, causing him to let out a long and painful groan.
As he stood there hunched over in pain, the woman asked, "Would you like to use your safe word?"
Danny stood up as straight as he could before responding, "No Mistress, I'm fine."
Mistress smiled, saying, "Hmm, you're already much tougher then most men I dominate, you should be proud of that."
"Thank you Mistress"
Suddenly and violently, Mistress jammed her knee into Danny's balls a second time, this time much harder. He hunched over again, struggling to stay up, then Mistress lifted his chin up with her finger, saying, "It's easier to collar boys when they're on the ground."
Before Danny could comprehend what she said, Mistress took a small step back and kicked him in the balls, dropping him to his knees as the pain radiated through his mid section.
While on his hands and knees trying to recover, Mistress knelt down beside him and put the collar around his neck while saying, "Don't worry, I'll to go a little easier on you, I just wanted to see if you break easy."
Danny didn't know what to say, he never knew what to say when it comes to sex or romance, but fortunately for him, he didn't need to say much.
After Mistress finished buckling his collar, she lifted his chin with her finger again until he was looking up at her from his knees. She looked down at him, enjoying the look of anticipation in his eyes for a moment, then she pulled back her leg like she was going to kick him again and Danny flinched.
Mistress giggled then said, "I think scared little boys are so cute, I don't know what's wrong with me."
Mistress walked over to the coat closet and grabbed a leash, then returned to Danny who was still on his hands and knees recovering. She knelt down and clipped the leash to the front of his collar, then gave his leash a tug. Danny followed beside Mistress on his hands and knees, both excited and worried about what she had planned next.
She went to her computer desk and grabbed her phone, then walked Danny over to the couch and sat down in the middle with Danny on the floor in front of her. Without acknowledging Danny, Mistress played around with her phone, scrolling through her social media.
