I gazed at my reflection in the full-length mirror, feeling pleased with my appearance for the client. I had chosen a stylish black knee-length pencil skirt, a matching jacket, and a classic white blouse.
For a sense of complete freedom while enjoying my work—something I love as a dominatrix—I decided to forgo underwear. My client, a woman, was a bit of an anomaly, eager to explore her submissive fantasies in a safe setting. Our email conversations suggested that there were no limits, and I could really test her boundaries, which was thrilling. Just the thought of that made me feel excited.
I took one last look at myself—my hair, lipstick, and makeup were flawless. After slipping into my black high heels, I made my way to the studio where I work.
Upon entering, I found her standing in the centre of the room, blindfolded and completely nude. Next to her was The Slave, my assistant and a switch, my perfect partner.
Click, clack—the sharp rhythm of my heels reverberated through the space as I strode toward her. With a single dismissive wave of my hand, Slave vanished behind me, the door shutting with a firm clunk. The sound confirmed what I already knew—we were alone.
I circled around her, observing her body. Short and overweight, with pendulous breasts and nipples that pointed down instead of out. Grey hair and a thin matching bush below. Why a woman of her age would want my services was something I could not understand, but she was here. I intended to give her maximum pleasure and pain for her money.
I lifted her blindfold for a few seconds, staring into her ocean-blue eyes, and a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face before she masked it with composure. She lifted her chin, staring back at me, and I caught a slight tremor in her fingers as they curled into fists.
I tilted my head and let the silence stretch before I let her blindfold snap back over her face.
“Now, shall we begin? Janice, I am your mistress. You must address me as mistress at all times. If you forget, I promise it will hurt. You must obey me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Get down on the floor on your hands and knees.”
I watched her lower herself carefully before I moved to the storage units to one side. I took out a collar with an attached chain, a whip, and a dildo with a rubber suction cap. Then I licked around the dildo base before pushing it down on the floor close to a wall a couple of metres away. I went to her, fastened the collar around her neck, stood and pulled hard on the chain.
“Crawl!”
I pulled as she crawled, never letting the chain slacken.
“Stop!”
Janice’s chin was over the dildo. I fastened the chain to a hook on the wall, then took her head in my hands and pushed her mouth onto the dildo.
“Suck it.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Her reply was half lost as the tip entered her mouth.
“You must not stop sucking.”
I watched her head bob up and down as she obeyed, treating the toy like a real cock. My gaze travelled down her body and rested on her fulsome buttocks, raised and ready for me.
I raised the whip handle and slashed my arm down. The sound of the leather on her flesh was music to me. For Janice, it was a terrible shock. She screamed, long and piercing.
“Suck, keep sucking. You will have just six of these if you suck it well, more if you don’t.”
I looked at her buttocks with the one red mark, then walked to her other side and struck. Janice screamed again. Two red marks.
Walking back and forth, I struck her hard each time. The screams quickly turned into sobs, yet Janice stubbornly continued to suck on the toy. I was impressed; she didn’t even think to use the safe word. I slid my hand across her cheeks, firmly tracing the six welts. Her skin was red and swollen, and she flinched at my touch on her wounds. I could feel my own flesh swelling in response, a thrilling tingling between my legs that confirmed my arousal.
I gave Janice just enough respite for her sobs to die away before ordering her to stand.
Taking hold of the collar chain, I pulled her along until she was below a spreader bar hanging from a beam, then lifted each arm and clamped her wrists in leather cuffs. I used another spreader to cuff her ankles far apart.
Then I turned on the motor above and watched Janice transform from her arms being relaxed at her side to them being stretched, hoisted above her head, taking nearly all her weight. Her ankles came off the floor, and it was only when she was on tiptoe that I stopped lifting her.
She looked magnificent, scrabbling to keep still as the lifting wire twisted her around on the spot.
I returned the whip to its drawer and then took a riding crop in its place and stood patting my palm with its seven-centimetre leather frond.
Although relatively small, repeated strikes with this are excellent training for a new sub. Janice, isolated behind her blindfold, was completely unaware of what was coming. She rotated slowly, her toenails scratching on the floor, an object of desire and in my complete control. A series of tingles thrilled my sex, but with iron discipline, I refrained from touching myself. I knew there would be opportunities later.
I moved in sync with her. When ready, I slapped her five times on her left nipple, leaving a couple of seconds between each one. Janice caught her breath after each but otherwise showed no reaction. I repeated exactly the same sequence on her right nipple. I admired her two rosy teats.
Her second tranche was a series of ten on each side in quick time. Her areola glowed, and Janice whimpered quietly.
Of course, I always enjoy using the crop; it builds pain slowly, gradually overwhelming mental defences. The ultimate pleasure, for me, is using it on a pussy or cock and watching the submissive attempt to escape the pain.
I knelt down and reached out to touch her engorged vulva lips, hanging down clear of her body. Janice shuddered at my touch. She was nicely aroused.
Standing again, I started with five well-paced slaps on her beautiful pussy lips, then continued with an additional quick ten. Janice squirmed and started groaning towards the end.
Then, I went on the attack. Smacking nipples and pussy in fast succession, without any pattern. Janice turned and twisted, trying to anticipate and avoid the next blow, but behind her blindfold, she could not outguess me. That was fun for me—I love watching a sub dance on tiptoe. Her pain built up, eventually becoming too much to bear, her gasps turning to sobs.
I watched her heaving chest and decided she needed a little pleasure to balance the torture inflicted on her. I threw the crop aside and slipped a hand between her thighs before I prised her labia apart and ran my fingers up and down her slit.
She was wet and slimy, just as I expected. I slipped two fingers into her cunt and gently fucked her tunnel. Immediately, Janice responded, her hips thrusting towards me, demanding more. I withdrew, and the same two fingers quickly found her erect clit, rubbing either side of its little shaft.
Her sobbing stopped, to be replaced by gentle moans. I was highly aroused and used my other hand to lift my skirt hem and find my own sopping pussy, repeating the actions, two fingers inside, then rubbing my clitty.
I stood there, legs well apart for balance, masturbating Janice and myself, two pairs of fingers synchronised as they rubbed out two clits.
Janice came first, crying in ecstasy, her hips thrusting madly. I lost my grip when her legs locked together and drew up, leaving her rotating in mid-air, her body wracked in spasms.
My orgasm was magnificent. I sank to my knees and rolled to the side on the floor, writhing on the floor beneath Janice. My clit was on fire, and every touch sent waves of extreme pleasure through my head.
This was not supposed to happen, a pro-dom cumming with a client. I staggered to my feet and looked at Janice. Her toes were back in contact with the floor, but she was still rotating in front of me. I grabbed her waist to stop her movement, then pressed my lips against hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Janice flicked her tongue around, eagerly seeking my tip, and we stayed like that for several minutes. While my tongue explored her mouth, my hands explored her body, caressing every centimetre of skin I could find.
I had a script to follow, and it was time to move on to the finale. I carefully lowered Janice until the weight was off her arms, then removed the spreader bar from between her ankles and unstrapped the cuffs from her wrists. Gently, I guided Janice towards the waiting horse, which had its top bar covered with soft leather and sponge. Each of its outstretched legs was fitted with handcuffs.
“Bend forward, Janice.”
My hands on her back pushed her in the way I wanted.
“Yes, Mistress.”
When she was comfortable, I took each limb in turn and clamped it into the adjacent cuff. I removed her blindfold; she needed to see what was coming.
Janice lay quietly. At one end, her unsupported head hung down, and at the other, her sex was open to inspection from anus to mons. On each side, a pendulous breast drooped towards the floor. I stroked her hair tenderly, giving her time to settle physically and mentally before I went to the storage units and took a wand vibrator from one of the drawers. The battery pack in the handle made it quite heavy but gave it a long life.
I placed it between her thighs, pushed it firmly against her vulva, and then turned it on to low power. Janice squirmed and whimpered, and her hips started a gentle thrusting against the padding.
“Was that nice, Janice?”
“Yes, very nice, mistress.”
Bending down, I took a strap from the base beneath her and fixed it around one thigh, pinning the vibe against her leg and her vulva. I pulled it tight and clipped the buckle together.
“Not too tight?”
“No mistress.”
Then I turned it on to full power, and quiet humming became a strident screeching noise.
“Oh, oh, oh my God.”
Her exclamation tailed off into a series of moans as her body tried to flex and escape the sensations flooding her clitoral area.
She yelled, “Oh, yes, I’m cumming.”
Her legs straightened, lifting her lower body off the horse. Then her legs gave way, and she lay shuddering along the top bar. I left the vibrator running on full.
Twenty seconds later, Janice orgasmed again with another loud shout and a similar series of convulsions.
Time after time, she went through the same experience and took everything the device could give her. I stood and marvelled, lifted my skirt, and fingered myself to several orgasms.
Perhaps, after about a dozen orgasms, she started to complain.
“Mistress, please, I can’t take much more.”
I smiled inwardly, knowing she would take my final play like a pro. I collected my favourite strap-on from the store, a long, thick, and pink plastic cock. The nice bit for me was a curved horn-like extension behind the mounting. It did not enter me but lay vibrating against my clit as I thrust into my client.
I stripped off my skirt and threw my jacket onto the floor, then strapped myself in and adjusted the horn’s position for my maximum pleasure before shifting to stand in front of Janice’s head. She was in the middle of another orgasm, whimpering about taking no more when I grasped her chin and lifted her head up.
“Janice, look at this; I’m going to fuck you with it. But first, I need to make it wet and lubricate it in your mouth.”
“Ugh, ah.” I took that as assent. I lined the tip and gently pushed forward until Janice’s lips opened to let me in. Then, urgently, I leaned forward and buried it to the hilt in her throat. My hand was under her chin, and I felt her gagging against my violent intrusion. Absolute power is the big kick I get from being a dominatrix, and for a few seconds, I was swamped with that feeling. But I had to withdraw before Janice emptied her stomach over me.
Stepping back, I watched her continue to retch, even though her mouth and throat were empty. I looked down at the false cock, now coated with her saliva and phlegm, and strolled around to look along her open legs.
Quickly, I released the strap that held the vibrator and let both fall to the floor, then lined the cock against her pussy and pushed in. Janice was soaking wet; fucking her was easy and a pleasure.
As I rocked back and forth, the little vibrating horn constantly tickled my clit, and I was in heaven. Janice moaned quietly, her body responding to every thrust and apparently still wanting more despite the toll that the wand had taken on her libido.
Gradually, I picked up speed, willing my body to orgasm while hoping Janice would enjoy a final one through penetration. Her moans and whimpers gradually merged into one long drone while I was pounding her cunt. We were both close, but it was Janice who came first. My hands were grasping her thighs when a series of great spasms shook her from head to toe. Everywhere I looked, there was a muscle vibrating beneath her flesh. Janice’s experience triggered my own release, and I spent myself on her, jammed between her thighs, great waves of pleasure running from my clit to my brain.
I lay face down on her back for several minutes, exhausted and satisfied, listening to Janice beneath, constantly repeating one phrase.
“Thank you, mistress.”
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Janice has seen me many times since that first appointment but no longer has to pay for my services. She is still a sub, but now, in addition, my love. The Slave treats her like his sister, caring for her wounds when I have been a little over-enthusiastic. We are a happy little family.
