My name is Mandy, and I am a professional submissive.
I got the idea from my friend Lina who works by day as a police officer and by night as a dominatrix. When I got laid off from my job, she said that I should try it since I was already into SM and have an insatiable sexual appetite. I didn't like it, though. I am a naturally submissive woman, any could not be dominant, even though I knew it was only play and that I was getting paid rather well for it.
Then the idea struck me. My mother always told me to do what I loved with my life, so that's exactly what I did. I decided that instead of pretending to be dominant, I would pursue a career being a submissive. This is a little trickier of a business, though. A sub can get herself in trouble very quickly if she's not careful, and committing to a scene with a stranger is the least careful thing a sub can do.
Together with Lina's knowledge of the scene, we came up with a list of rules to give any prospective clients:
1. A safeword is absolutely concrete, and to insure this Lina would be present in the next room during every scene, complete with her gun.
2. No gags or other toys that would stop me from talking.
3. All toys to be used must be available before the scene for me to approve, and use of any other toys during the scene would immediately end the session with no refund of money.
4. If the client desired, Lina would join in any scene, either as a dom or sub, for three times the price, but she would not be restricted from getting her gun if anything got out of hand and still acted as bodyguard. (She assured me that people would pay that much, even though I doubted it.)
5. I must meet with the client in a public place, usually for coffee, before the scene to discuss what would happen, what I should wear, and if he wanted me to bring anything with me. This also served as a way for me to get a first impression of the men.
Nothing was really out of the question. I am an experienced submissive, and have taken part in nearly every sexual practice I've ever heard of, as well as some things I couldn't even find on the internet. I love pain, and I've been known to orgasm from a flogging alone. This, combined with my ever-present need for sex, was the key to becoming a wealthy woman according to Lina, so under her direction I headed out into the world of S/M for money.
My first partner was a client of Lina's, and I was incredibly nervous. I met with them both the day before the scene for lunch. His name was Malcolm, a high-profile Wall Street type. Lina says that he's her typical client, a middle-aged man with too much power at work. He was exceptionally attractive, though. In his forties with salt-and-pepper hair, he still had a nice body - lean but muscular. I trusted her and knew that I would be safe with him, but during the whole meal my heart was beating nearly out of my chest. The next night, Lina and I set out for his house, with her assuring me the entire car ride that I would be fine, and I knew I would.
We arrived at his house, and Lina greeted him with a deep kiss, which he also gave to me, holding me much more tightly than he did with her. I felt the familiar vibe of dominance in him as I did my previous Masters. After a quick glass of wine and exchange of money, we went to his bedroom. On display along the dresser was an assortment of toys: ropes, handcuffs, floggers, several dildoes, two egg-type vibrators, clothespins, and a new box of candles with matches. I was relieved to see nothing out of the ordinary for my first try at this. I gave Lina a nod, and she closed the door. I could hear her pull a chair up next to the doorway, where she would stay during the scene in case anything went wrong and she had to intervene.
"On the bed, face down," Malcolm ordered as soon as the door clicked closed. My heart began its escape from my ribcage again. I was actually doing this. I obeyed, laying on the bed, fully clothed in my jeans and tank top, arms at my sides and face on the pillow. I watched him from the corner of my eye circling the bed, seeming to be unsure of his next move. He ran his hands tenatively across my back and on to my firm ass, down my thigh and to my feet, where he began to take off my boots.
"Top off" he ordered. I obliged, and took off my tank top, leaving my black lace bra barely holding in my ample breasts. He approaced and took my left breast in his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. I let out the tiniest of moans and one corner of his mouth raised devilishly. I felt a small bolt of lightning in my panties. Roughly, he undid my bra, and my breasts sprang to full attention as he went to the dresser and picked up a pair of handcuffs.
"Lie down." He was a man of few words, but it certainly worked for him. I put my head back on the pillow and he grabbed my arms with one hand and held them above my head while he put the handcuffs on with the other, securing my arms to the headboard. Now I felt a new level of fear. I was chained to this stranger's bed with the understanding that I would be his slave for the night. It terrified and aroused me equally. He took my breasts in his hand and roughly squeezed them up and together, with the reward of another moan from me.
He then went back to the dresser and grabbed the thin rope, which he used to put my breasts in tight bondage, looping around each breast until they were painfully erect with much of the blood flow restricted. He then moved to my pants, which he removed with little ceremony, disgarding them on the floor in the corner. With one finger, he tested the moisture in my crotch, bringing another of those devilish smirks that for some reason turned me on like nothing else. I bucked my hips to meet his hand, but he took it away. "No. You have to work for it now, bitch." With that, he landed a flat, open-handed slap right on my hot cunt. I let out a small groan, not expecting that.
From the dresser he brought over another piece of rope, and something else he hid that I could not see. He turned from me and tied my legs together tightly from the feet to the knees. Stopping there for a moment, he turned to face me, grabbed me roughly by the hair and growled in my ear "Don't you dare fucking cum until I tell you to" then shoved a vibrating egg into my wet hole. I moaned and writhed a little, mostly for show, as he continued tying my legs together with the rope to the waist. My feet were then tied to the end of the bed, making my body a single line, with a very wet, very horny pussy in the middle. When he finished, I could hardly move, except for my head.
I was scared, completely vulnerable with this stranger, which only added to my arousal. He admired his handiwork for a moment before moving to suck on one bound breast, biting the nipple hard enough to make me to yelp in pain. He brought over the clothespins next, and I tried to pull away as he put the first one on my nipple, but I was bound too tightly. Before the pain could fully register, he put another pin on my second nipple. I whimpered a little, but the pain was far from unbearable. "Not enough for you?" God, that voice. I squeezed my thighs a little against the egg, waiting for release but knowing it would not happen soon. "Answer me bitch!" He slapped me across the right breast, causing the clothespin to painfully pull from the nipple.
