Part of my job is causing people pain. Pain they don't like sometimes and pain that a very few people actually enjoy. As close to the sensation of ecstasy as possible without any form of sexual act at all, but that doesn't mean it's not an intimate process. As a Dominant, when it comes to dishing out pain and pleasure in equal measures, I'm very good at it. Much like tattooing, the pain of getting the tattoo and the pleasure you have afterwards. You see, when tattooing, nobody will ever touch that person like I do, feel that skin on skin feeling the way I provide, nobody will ever be as intimate with you as I will be, without being sexual... Until she walked in... And my separate worlds collided.
My friend Dave called me about a Harley Quinn tattoo that he wanted. He was going through a rough time with women and his ideal woman is Harley... 2 parts crazy, 1 part insane, all parts beautiful... I can relate to that. He came to the studio one evening and brought 2 friends, both were thinking of getting tattoos in future. Matt and Georgia. A couple without being a couple... Fuck buddies, whatever, he was a lucky son of a bitch. He was punching waaaayyy above his weight and he knew it. Who could blame him for being so proud. As conversation went on, and Harley was inked into Daves forearm, Georgia was talking about having her first tattoo to be placed on her ribs, underneath her very impressive tits, according to me anyway, but I didn't say anything. Impressed with her decision, I told her for her first, it was going to hurt but she just smiled and said she liked pain. Then went on to say her "fella" wasn't rough enough. I made a joke about him being vanilla, she got it, the others didn't. The tattoo on Dave was outlined and they left.
We kept in touch, myself and Georgia, to discuss her tattoo further and arranged to meet up one day for a coffee and a chat. Sitting down inside a coffee shop on a cold winters day, the coffee was hot and so was she. Her long blonde hair fell about the sides of her face obscuring her green eyes. She looked radiant. Her tight jumper couldn't keep the cold away and it was obvious due to her nipples straining against the fabric. As we were talking she looked at me and smiled.
"Can I ask you a question?" She said a bit nervously ... I told her she could ask me anything.
"What would sex with you be like?" There was no sheepish tone in her voice. Just genuine curiosity.
"Well that depends on what you're looking for to be honest, if you're just looking for normal straight sex, it can be ok, but, if you can stretch your imagination to something more, then it could be the most intense sexual experience of your life" I said while looking into her eyes.
She bit her lip and leaned forward. "I would love to experience that" she whispered.
I explained the roles of Dom and Sub. That a Dom needs to be needed and a Sub needs to be wanted. Together they cannot function without one another, but she would need to give herself to me unconditionally and freely. I would, in turn, devote myself to her and ensure she will never be in danger. She agreed and then I asked the question. What about Matt. She said that they weren't together as in boyfriend and girlfriend, but he was just not rough enough. And anyway, if it wasn't all that with me, then she could just carry on with him. I guess that was fair enough. I didn't want to step on anyone's toes and I definitely didn't want to break anyone's relationship up. That's not what I'm about. She assured me it was fine and that she would tell Matt. Now if I was Matt, I'd be understandably pissed, this girl is gorgeous but I agreed. We arranged for the first session to be the following Friday at her place. I said I would be there at 8pm precisely and that she should be ready for me, wearing white underwear, high heels and a white cotton dress.
Friday comes and I arrive at exactly the time we arranged. 8pm on the dot. I knocked on the door and she answered wearing what I asked her to. Meanwhile I was wearing a black suit, with black shirt and black tie carrying a black case. In contrast to her innocence. We spoke for a few moments about what was going to happen, and that we agreed on a safe word. I explained that she would be rewarded when she pleased me and punished when disobedient. That what I told her to do, she would do. Like a chain of command, I say it, she does it, end of chain! She asked about a collar as she'd read about them. I told her it would be a long time before she earned my collar, with that I sat back in my chair and told her to kneel with her back straight, hands, palms up with her eyes to be kept closed until otherwise instructed. Georgia did as instructed.
While on her knees and her eyes closed, I asked about what type of things she was curious about, what she would consider and what was just a plain out and out "NO". The answer surprised me. She said she was open to anything and I could use and abuse her all I liked. She was going to be my slut and try her best to please me. I went to my bag and removed its contents. Cuffs, rope, ball-gag, clamps, cane, paddle, whip, blindfold, butt plug, vibrator, wand, and lube. I displayed them on the chair in front of her. Telling her to open her eyes, she did. A mixture of excitement and uncertainty on her face. Telling her to stand and take off the dress. She did so revealing her perfect body. Looking virginal in white, my cock getting hard at the sight of her. Taking the cuffs, I unclasped them in the centre and cuffed just one of her wrists before taking off my jacket and tie, I told her to come to me. I walked around her, looking at her body. Her long legs. Her perfect ass, her tits, her long blonde hair flowing freely. When I had done a full 360, I kissed her deeply and told her we would begin.
I told her to remove her bra but to leave her panties on, then to walk over to the arm of the sofa and bend over it. She did as instructed. Bent over the sofa, her ass in the air, I could see the softness and pink of her ass while her pussy nestled nicely into the fabric. Sliding my hand between her legs, I could feel the slight wetness and heat that her body was giving off.
"Tell me what you want," I said, picking up the whip.
"I don't know myself" she joked.
WHAP, I brought the whip down on her left buttock and it instantly pinked. She let out a startled moan but it wasn't one of pain, this was one of enjoyment.
"You address me as Sir!" With that I brought the whip down again in the same spot.
"That feels great Sir, can I have more of that please?"