Memoires of a Dom

I can't stop thinking about Lisa. Her blonde hair hung in wild disarray, as if a comb had long forgotten it. It gave her a bewildered look as she stepped into my office, awkwardly looking around for the first time. Her spectacular blue eyes pierced through my soul somehow, as if she was looking for a moment of clarity in the chaos of her own thoughts. It was in that gaze, so intense yet so lost, that I saw something both fragile and unrelenting, like she was holding on to some invisible thread, daring the world to pull it.

Challenge accepted.

The session was her first time with me, and also her first time doing bondage. She was very shy to get started, but she eventually eased into it as we progressed. Our session began with a lot of talking which helped her relax and feel comfortable. I usually only have one client per day anyway, so it was fine by me to take all the time for her to get familiar enough with me before starting.

At some point she told me that she got my number through a referral from her friend Rachel, who's name I didn't recognize. Though as she described her friend, I realized that she was talking about a former client I knew as Roxanne, a one-timer with an appetite for getting whipped.

'Roxanne' had apparently been an alias to keep some sense of anonymity, most likely. Which was fine, I can't imagine she was the first person to do that, nor the last, I guess. That and ghosting me, which 'Roxanne' also did, but apparently from what Lisa told me, not because she didn't like our session.

Lisa told me what her friend had told her about the session. Apparently her friend had bragged to her about how big an orgasm she'd gotten and how I had fulfilled her every sexual fantasy. Though most of it was true enough, I did sense that her friend Rachel had left out her own insecurities she'd had during her session. From what Lisa told me, she'd make it sound as if Rachel had been the brazen care-free sexual type, where instead she came in with just as much doubts as most of my clients.

I wasn't going to tell. Just like I made sure not to acknowledge her friend's story. Of course, it was just a precaution to not disclose anything that happened with 'Roxanne' to Lisa, as that would clearly undermine the whole confidential and safe space concept that I retained for so long.

But Lisa mentioned herself that her friend was particularly happy with: "The way I had used her body to experience what she wanted to experiment with". And to be honest, I do take a lot of effort to create a safe space for people to come here and have that joyful experience. Hearing about someone bragging that they'd gotten exactly that, filled me with pride.

But after discussing her friend's session, Lisa spent the next half hour of unrelated small talk about the neighborhood. So at some point I politely changed the subject to more adult subjects with the petite woman in front of me. It was now time to hear from Lisa what she wanted her body and mind to endure.

Lisa was clearly quite intelligent and explained to me that she had difficulty enjoying sex because she was overly conscious and thinking too much about everything that was going on during the act itself. Not only that, but she was afraid of getting judged for any kinky acts she wanted to do or even try with the person she was having sex with.

So when she heard her friend tell about seeing a sex therapist, she decided to hire the professional too. Especially after hearing her experience and that I hadn't judged her proclivities and instead just helped her experience new and kinky sex. I was flattered but there was still one question that needed answering.

What do you want to experience and have done to you?

By then, I had learned that phrasing such a question set the bar quite high. Not only that, but clients who actually didn't experience everything in the first session had the tendency to come back. Those who got it all were never heard from.

The trick of the trade was to know what someone wanted and needed, fulfill it to some extent, with the promise of more to come in the next session or sessions. That said, what troubled me was that she came across af if she wanted to get all of her fantasies to be fulfilled while being super insecure about it at the same time.

While she was already talking for some time now, when she started about her sexual desire the conversation took even longer. She struggled to get some of the words out at some point, because she was too shy to say some of it out loud. I literally had to help her along to speak her mind on some of the things she wanted to try. Eventually I got my answers though.

We made a list together, there and then, with all of the dirty things she wanted to have done to her. And boy her list was extensive. It consisted of things like:

getting fucked while being tied up,

getting clamped,

doing anal play,

doing exhibitionism,

doing mummification play,

getting her breasts caned,

getting smeared with cum,

being humiliated,

doing electricity play,

...

The list went on and on.

But at the heart of her desire was being humiliated, utterly and shamefully humiliated. The sexual acts were just the ways to achieve the purpose, I got that much. This, I could work with. No matter how extensive her picture of how today looked like.

She was mid sentence, nervously talking about one of her kinky topics when I interrupted one of her babbling rants. "Ok Lisa, that's enough for now, thank you..," I put on my sympathetic face as I continued. "I'd love to work with you on all of these topics. And I'm also thinking we need to make sure there's enough time to help prepare beforehand for some of the fantasies you'd like to do with me. Because, quite frankly it's simply impossible to fit everything you said into a single session. Your list is simply too exhaustive.." She looked at me as if I switched to a foreign language.

"Let's start with safety." I told her with a stern face. "Safe words are a must. It's a way to stop things immediately if someone feels uncomfortable or something goes wrong. A common system is using 'red' to mean stop everything, and 'yellow' to mean slow down or check in. But you can use any word, as long as everyone agrees on it and takes it seriously."

She nodded so I continued with the next question. "Did you tell a friend about you coming here, and if so, do you need to contact them, now you're here?" She nodded and shook her head. "No sir, I mean... Yes sir, I told my friend Jana but I don't need to contact her unless..." she got beet red as if ashamed to admit she was doubting for it to be safe with me.

"Don't worry, little one. You didn't know me and I'm glad to hear you're taking care in valuing your own safety. I can imagine that it wasn't easy to tell her about me." I put on a careful smile but wanted to keep momentum. "Does she also know what we're going to do in a bit?" I smirked at seeing her genuine shyness when she nodded. An improvised idea started to form in my head.

"Next question though. And I want you to think about it for a second before you answer. Are you ok to be humiliated? Because you didn't mention it, but I have some experience and it sounds to me like that is what you want. So if so, I would like to start now."

Her response took a few seconds but eventually she shyly nodded in affirmation but her face got a questioning look when she spoke up. "Can you tell me what you're planning to do to me? I... I think I need to know."

I had to laugh a little at that, but I tried to keep it looking innocent and hopefully without coming across as condescending."I can't spill everything. But I was thinking of asking for permission for a few things I've got planned anyway. That said, I will ask only moments before I plan on doing it. Because you do know part of the thrill is not being in control, right? If I gave it all away now, it would take the fun out of making you squirm just a little when you don't know what I'm about to do next. So be honest... Do you really need to know?"

She smiled at me expectantly while she mulled it over. But nodded yes after a few seconds. "Some of it, at least. but I trust you." She said eventually. I sat next to her and put my hand softly on her lap when I continued.

"Ok thank you for your trust. You'll come to see that I tend to reward good behavior" I said confidently as I put my index finger below her chin and lifted it to make her look me in the eye. "I would like to start by taking some pictures of you with your phone, so you can look at it when you're alone."

She nodded, accepting, as I continued. "I'm going to humiliate you, also in those pictures, and show how wet you are from what I'm making you do, just to prove to yourself how much you liked it. At some point, I'll even video call your friend Jana, to show her your predicament and the debasing things we've been doing." Even as horror carved itself into her face, I pressed on.

"The only power you have over those things is to safeword out of it, either during or before." I implicitly gave her the opportunity to safeword, or even to stammer objections but she didn't. So I continued.

"So if you want to get started, I will give you instructions on how to hand me your phone in order for you to show me that you trust me enough. Because honestly, we've been sitting here for the better part of an hour and if we don't start now, I doubt you will ever be ready."

I said all this with my dulcet comforting voice, but made sure the tone of authority rang through my words too. After the initial shock, her face was now a bit more plain. But eventually she spoke a simple sentence. "What would you like me to do?"

I looked back at her with a self contained smile, happy to see that I was able to convince her, even if it meant drawing a line. My answer was as simple as it was clear, hoping she was ready for it. "Stand up and fully strip."

To her defense, she said nothing to complain. Still, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as my words began to sink in. But within seconds she stood up from the couch, removed her shirt over her head and revealed her well concealed rack to me.

Her boobs were bigger than I imagined, though still well proportioned to her petite frame. If I had to guess it was a 65C-cup, but truth be told I was more looking forward to seeing that perky ass.

I didn't interrupt her when she threw her clothes on the ground around her. I let her finish her unclothing ritual, which she was trying to use to prove to me how brazen she could be. A clear case of faking it till you make it, if I ever saw one. The last piece of clothing she had to remove was her underwear, which wasn't the least bit sexy.

She hooked her thumbs in her panties, looked at my eyes to make sure I saw her eyes too. And then in a swift motion turned around, bent over with straight legs and undid her panties, giving me a full view of her ass with her pussy lips between her legs as she bent over fully. My dick spurted to life inside my pants.

As she stood up straight again and turned back towards me, ending her little performance. I remained seated. "No, you're not done yet." I said with disappointment in my voice. Her face dropped in disbelief but she didn't quite follow just yet where I was going.

"You made a mess of my floor. Please fold your clothes neatly and put them on the desk when you're done. Make sure that your socks and panties are at the top of the pile and take out your phone. When you're done, go sit on your knees."

She frowned at me for the phone part of the assignment but collected her clothes and started folding them as neatly as a proper maid would've done.

In under a minute she was kneeling next to my desk with a neatly folded stack of clothing with her socks and panties on top and her phone gripped in her fingers, clearly uncertain about giving me her phone.

I just stood opposite of her and inspected her for a moment. "Sit on your heels with your back straight please." She immediately did as was told, while I continued. "Hold your hands open and present to me your phone with your hands held up like an imaginary tray."

As she corrected her posture, her phone was presented neatly. "Curve your breasts out, to accentuate them better. Yes! That's better. Good girl." I complimented as I took her phone from my human tray.

"Now don't move, not even your tray." She stayed in place with her arms in a tray as I opened the camera app and quickly made a picture of her. Though it didn't reveal much, it was clear from the photo that she was naked on the ground submitting something to the person taking the picture.

"Good. Now stay where you are, don't move and wait here while I get you some decorations." She winced when I said that but did not reply. I enjoyed my view for a second. After a second I inspected her nipples up close.

She had beautifully erect and large nipples. If my carpenter's eye was still any good, her nipples were the same size in diameter and perfectly suited for my classy decorations. Then I got up, went inside to collect my pieces of jewelry from the box on one of the metal racks and got back to Lisa a few short moments later.

When I got back she was still exactly in the same position, which told me she really want to stay in character. I got on my knees before her and made eye contact to make sure I had her full attention.

"We've started. So from now on, you only have three choices. Either you do what I say, or you say...?" I raised the pitch in my voice to indicate that I expected her to finish my sentence. She looked me in the eyes and said our agreed safety words;"..'yellow' for dialing down and 'red' for full stop. Sir."

I nodded, letting her know I was satisfied with her answer. Rising to my feet, I stepped in front of her and carefully placed the gold jewelry into her neatly outstretched hands. Her brow furrowed as she examined the pieces, trying to make sense of them. There were clearly two separate items.

One she seemed to recognize, some form of necklace, but she struggled to figure out how its three bands were meant to wrap around her neck. The second piece resembled a necklace as well, though it split into two strands ending in a U-shaped curve. She clearly couldn't identify the use of a small circlet, about 5 centimeters in diameter.

I said nothing as I leaned in to fasten the real necklace of the two gently around her throat, the way a partner might help her prepare for an elegant evening. But this wasn't a gala. She was naked, grounded beneath me, and I reached for one of the metal strands. With my other hand, I cupped her breast, meeting her gaze as I lightly pinched her nipple between my fingers.

It responded immediately, hardening to my touch. I slipped the delicate non piercing metal ring over it, loving the way it pinched her nipple into place. Moments later, I secured the second ring around her other nipple, completing the gleaming adornment that now crowned her chest.

The golden necklace extended a central chain that dropped from the base of her neck, sliding between her breasts before splitting into three finer chains on either side. Each trio connected to the U-shaped ring, now perfectly positioned.

"Now, stand up for me, so I can help you with the rest."

As she rose, I knelt before her, placing my hands on her hips to steady her. I lifted the second piece, a slender silver circlet, and delicately wrapped the fine, almost weightless waistband around her. My fingers moved with care, securing it in place as if it were the final touch in dressing a work of art.

I glanced up at Lisa as I fastened the delicate chain, making sure the silver circlet was centered precisely over its intended target. She let out a soft sigh. Whether from understanding or anticipation, it was clear she now grasped the purpose of the small, ornate ring.

With careful precision, I parted her lower lips and applied gentle pressure just above her clitoral hood. The moment her clit revealed itself, I slipped the circlet into place, capturing it in full exposure while holding her folds slightly open. Just enough for any viewer to notice its centerpiece.

The ring's delicate tension kept her hood drawn back and exposed her clit bare to the air. A delicate chain extended from the bottom of the circlet, trailing downward along her intimate folds, designed to nestle between her cheeks and connect back to the waistband. Now, there was no doubt. She fully understood the intent behind this piece of intricate, revealing jewelry.

I paused to appreciate the view before me. The silvery gold circlet expertly highlighting Lisa's vulnerability, her inexperience on full display. Still kneeling, I leaned in and exhaled a slow, warm breath over her now-exposed clit. A visible shiver ran through her body, goosebumps rising along her thighs.

I couldn't tear my eyes away, but I also knew this was a moment worth capturing. Reaching for her phone again, I took another photo, angling it to capture the glint of the silvery golden circlet and the way her body tensed beneath the cool air. Then I slowly lowered the phone and set it aside. This moment wasn't about documentation anymore. It was about presence, tension, control.

Lisa stood perfectly still, her breath shallow, her hands hanging awkwardly by her sides as if she wasn't quite sure what to do with them. I could see the heat blooming across her chest, a blush rising to her neck, almost matching the color creeping into her cheeks. She was beautiful like this: unsure, exposed, and waiting.

I placed my hands gently on her hips, thumbs brushing the sides of the delicate waistband. I didn't say a word. I didn't need to. The silence between us was thick with intention, and she felt it too. Her chest rising and falling with each breath that seemed to take just a little more effort.

Slowly, I leaned in, letting my lips brush the inside of her thigh, barely a whisper of contact. She trembled and her knees buckled a bit. I moved upward, tracing a slow path with my mouth, my hands steadying her as her legs shifted slightly, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.

When I reached the circlet with my fingers again, I paused. I didn't touch it this time. I just let my breath linger there, watching the way her body tensed under the sensation. Her fingers curled at her sides.

"You're holding up well," I murmured, my voice low against her skin. "But we're only just getting started."

She looked down at me, eyes wide, lips parted in her heavy breathing. Whatever she thought might happen next, she no longer had control over it, and she knew that.

I stood slowly, letting my hands trail up along her sides, past her waist, up her ribcage, and finally cupped her face in both hands. Her lips were soft, trembling slightly. I leaned in and kissed her, a long french kiss to get acquainted.

After a bit longer I whispered "Now we're ready to start." And I smiled. "Please go inside, but make sure not to touch any of the equipment you see in there. Feel free to walk around though." She looked at me with a face like a little girl receiving her gift.

She got up quickly and walked over to the door. She stopped once to take a deep breath. I suspected that the circlet was intensifying the smallest ripple of movement. Eventually, she opened it insecurely and stepped inside, out of my view.

I took her panties and slid it in my upper desk drawer and moved inside behind her. As I entered after her I found her just around the corner looking at my collection of nipple clamps. The display case looked like it came out of an antique store and was showing a variety of nasty looking buggers.

She pulled her attention away from the clamps and noticed the rest of the room. The warehouse had been repurposed entirely. From the outside, it looked like just another small or medium business. Just another industrial space with rusted panels and graffiti along the walls.