This is the true story of my first time with a dominatrix.
It was three years ago. At that point I'd been with a lot of men so I was already very good at taking cocks, or cock shaped items down my throat and up my ass, so I was looking forward to having a Domme use a strapon on me.
What I was looking forward to more was the humiliation. No woman in my real life knows about my secrets. Sometimes I call a paid phonesex line and talk to women all about my gay experiences. I tell them everything. How I lie and pretend to be straight. How I meet men online and let them fuck and use me. When they laugh at me and make fun of me it gets me so worked up. I especially love being called a faggot. I like being degraded and humiliated in general but there's something about being called a faggot that drives me wild. Especially when a woman says it.
So I love humiliation. And I really love public humiliation. At that point I'd only done it to myself. Buying panties in stores and asking sales girls if they have them in my size. Buying dildos in sex shops and telling the employees the dildo is for me. It's so embarrassing and I love it.
So when I was looking for a Dominatrix online and I saw an ad called "public humiliation and domination", I clicked on it immediately. The pictures showed a tall, beautiful, voluptuous blonde in leather wearing a huge black strapon dildo. I called twice and she didn't pick up. This was a Saturday so I was home. I jerked off to her pictures while riding my dildo and shot a big load, ate it, and went on with my day. I tried her a few more times and she finally picked up.
She had a sexy, mature voice. From her pictures and voice I was guessing she was around 40. She asked if I was interested in public play or just private and I said both. I was so nervous and she could tell. She told me to tell her what I was into. I told her I wanted to be humiliated. With an annoyed tone in her voice she said "obviously bitch. Humiliated how"?
That got my pathetic cock rock hard and I told her everything. All my secrets. That I'm a closet faggot. I want her to call me a faggot, a lot. To make fun of my tiny penis. To slap me and spit on me. Anything else that she wanted to do was fine by me.
She told me that's all doable and told me to meet her at a specific coffee shop in midtown Manhattan that night at eight PM. She told me we'd start there, go to dinner, and then back to her dungeon.
I showed up twenty minutes early. I was wearing jeans, a t shirt, and a pink lace thong with a little ribbon on the back. My heart was racing. She walked in a few minutes late. She was stunning. She looked a lot like the porn star Vicky Vette. She was wearing a tight burgundy sweater which accentuated her large breasts, skin tight, almost painted on jeans and what looked like five inch stilettos. I had described myself and what I'd be wearing so she walked towards me and say down. She put out her hand for me to hold and kiss.
"You must be David. I'm Mistress Julia. You will refer to me as Mistress Julia speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?"
She did not say any of this quietly. Half of the coffee shop heard it. Looking down I said "yes Mistress Julia".
"What was that" she said.
Louder, my face red realizing everyone was looking at us, "yes Mistress Julia".
She told me to pass her the money under the table. I did. She stood up, walked over to me on the other side of the table, said "open your mouth bitch", and when I did she spit directly into my mouth and then slapped me hard across the face. "Swallow!" was all she said before walking out. I got up and followed, head down as I heard laughter and people saying "oh my god" and "what a loser".
She walked down the street like a runway model. All eyes were on her. She was truly stunning. I couldn't keep my eyes off her amazing ass. She looked back and saw me staring. She stopped at the next cross walk and said "do you like my ass faggot? I thought you liked cock? Don't you like cock?"
She said all this more than loudly enough again for everyone else at the cross walk to hear. There were more looks and laughing and whispering.
While we were still waiting to cross she said "well if you like it so much,
get on your fucking knees and kiss it". I hesitated for a moment, looking around, seeing people staring when she suddenly slapped me again. This got audible laughter from the crowd. Someone yelled out "kiss it bitch". She grinned at me as I kneeled down and kissed her beautiful ass. More laughter.
We crossed and walked about another block before we got to the restaurant she had chosen. We stopped outside and she came up to me, closed and out her arms around my neck. She said softly and sweetly, "are you okay with this? Are we going to fast?"
"I'm okay Mistress Julia. I'm sorry I'm just really nervous and there are so many people around."
