3:20 PM: After my session, I am back on my iPhone, checking my messages and playing a game of "Angry Dommes" -- a new app in which the player snaps a singletail whip at a swinging masochist to see how many bruises, marks, and screams can be scored.
4:00 PM: A dominatrix is a role-play actress, a psychoanalyst, a physical therapist, a fetish model, a corrections officer, a spoiled princess, a workout trainer, a fantasy guide, an etiquette teacher, a punishment provider, a cathartic caregiver, a motivational muse, and much, much more.
5:00 PM: Promptly at 5 o'clock, my first time appointment calls back and Sleepy gives him final directions. Happy meets him at the reception room, takes his tribute and gives him the questionnaire to fill out. I get a look at him from the two way mirror. He takes several minutes to fill out the form, but when he appears to be finished I direct Happy to go back in the reception room and retrieve it. She brings it to me, and I quickly peruse it. Looks like it will be a classic B & D scenario.
Sleepy leads him into the dungeon, tells him to get completely undressed, and wait for me. Once I see that he is completely naked, looking embarrassed and uncomfortable, I speak into the intercom:
"Get on your knees, slave", I watch as he looks around and then follows my command. He is ready to see me in my black stilettos, my black garters, panties, bra, and long velvet gloves. I enter the room and he gasps. That moment is the favorite part of my job. I stand in front of him and pull his head back by the hair, so that he can look up at me.
"Are you ready to do everything I tell you?"
"Yes..."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Mistress."
I tell him to lie face up on the sacrificial table. He climbs on top and lays down, his cock sticking straight up in the air, excited only by anticipation. I begin to tie him up and have my way with him. I pull out some rope from under the table, as his eyes widen and his cock hardens. I use a clove line hitch to lash his arms and legs to the posts and tie up his cock and balls with a bowline knot. Things I learned as a Brownie...little did they know they were training Future Dominatrixes of America.
Like a fly caught in my spider web, he is helpless to escape. I climb on top of him and straddle his chest, bend down and whisper, "now we are going to see how much you can take". My long red fingernails scratch his skin. I attach wooden clothespins on each of his nipples and flick them with my finger to keep them hard and erect. Then I stick clothespins on his testicle sack, which remains bound and separated. He winces with pain, but I know he can take much more.
I take a long tapered red candle, light it and tilt it over his chest, until drops of red wax splatter on his nipples. I wave the candle over his body, like a magician's wand, as red droplets fall on his erect cock. I do the same with a blue candle, then a yellow, then a green, until his body resembles a Jackson Pollock canvas. As each drop falls on his skin, he lets out a yelp until the beads of paraffin harden. Eventually, his erect cock is covered with trickling streams of wax, like a Chianti bottle on the table in an Italian restaurant. With a squeeze of his balls, his roman candle explodes.
7:00 PM: I love being a dominatrix...I love taking them past their limits; seeing their expressions of anticipation, fear, pain and pleasure; releasing all of their tensions; and seeing the look of contentment on their face at the end. He leaves with a smile on his face, as happy as a dog sticking his head out of a moving car window....
10:17 PM: After dinner and drinks, it is time for a little party. All eight of us go down to basement dungeon, my own private amusement park, full of toys, paddles, whips, canes, suspension swings, mirrored walls and ceilings, cages, stocks, pillories, bondage chairs and beds. I am the Mistress of Ceremonies, the scene director, and ring mistress. I wear my thigh high black PVC boots, a black lace garter belt, and cinched push up corset that exposes my beautiful breasts and shaved pussy for only my friends to see.
I invited two of my Domme friends; Mistress Aurora Borealis and Lady Levitra over to join the party. We play a game of boner ring toss, taking turns throwing rings on to Doc's, Grumpy's and Bashful's boners. I win, but of course, I get the most practice.
Sleezy, in his/her French maid outfit, is there to serve drinks and appetizers: pigs in a blanket, meatballs, and vegetable sticks with ranch dressing. He is also there to give head to our strapons or real ones whenever a Mistress tells him to.
We wrap Sleepy and Doc together with a roll of cellophane, naked and back to back, until they look like a one big takeout deli sub. Mistress Aurora takes her scissors and cuts holes out to expose Sleepy's breasts and Doc's cock and we all takes turns flogging the protruding parts, while listening to the muffled screams they make while wearing ball gags in their mouths.
I have asked effervescent Happy and shy Bashful to put on a show for us, as we watch in a circle jerk -- my favorite spectator sport.
Domination and submission are all about fun, about play, about exercise, and I wish society could understand that. It's about fulfilling our fantasies, our desires, our needs, both of the sadist and the masochist, the dominant and the submissive, the top and the bottom.
2:05 AM: It's been a long day and a fun night. ..I put it all down in my daily blog. My friends have gone home, Sleepy is already asleep in our bed, Dopey and Grumpy are locked up in their cages for the night, and Doc and Sleezy have retired to their rooms, tired but satisfied. Now it's my turn and Happy and Bashful are here to please me. ...but this must remain private and not for my blog, so good night and sweet dreams.
The END
