A Change in the Agreement
I have entered an agreement with a local Dominatrix that entails me making her car payment and performing various computer and labor tasks for her. In exchange I receive free BDSM sessions with her. It's only been about a week, but so far...so good.
I worked about 12 hours for her last week. There's not much interesting there to report unless you're someone into domestic service. It's pretty much like reporting to a job. She gives me a list of things that need to be accomplished, and I do them for her. I do the work fully clothed, and mostly stay out of her way. She seems to trust me now, as she'll leave me alone at her place for an hour or two. I don't rank a key yet, however.
The downside is that she keeps me in chastity most of the time. I'm somebody who has enjoyed masturbating 2 or 3 times a day all my life, so obviously this is a challenge for me. Anyone who's been in chastity more than a day or two knows what I am talking about. However, I have to be honest and say that chastity improves my level of service. I'm very conscious of doing things correctly for her, because I know my cock's freedom depends on it.
So I got through the week without fucking up, and as agreed she set up a session with me on the weekend. It was scheduled after she had two sessions with paying clients, so I had to wait until late in the day. It was worth it.
There is no doubt a difference between a professional and a novice. This especially applies to the world of female domination which is why I generally prefer older Dommes to younger ones. There is no substitute for experience. The Domme I am serving now has been with hundreds of submissive men and women over her career. She is as knowledgeable about submissive behavior as any psychologist. She's been slowly working her way into my head just as she has done with so many others.
One of her rules/procedures is to make sure there is a 30 minute buffer between clients. I was a little early, and knew to wait in my car until the appointed time. A gentleman exited her place while I was in my car. I chuckled a bit because he was moving gingerly...like he'd just got his ass beaten. Even though I knew she was alone, I continued to wait. She is a stickler for details, and her time is very valuable. I didn't want to be early or late.
She was smoking a cigarette when I entered. She was dressed to the teeth in a combination of leather, latex, and metal. Her outfit looked as though it would be difficult to wear for extended periods, but again....she's a professional. Don't try this at home, k**dos.
I greeted her, and she seemed genuinely pleased to see me. She told me to take a seat, and we chatted for a while. One of the things she confessed to me was that she doesn't particularly enjoy sessions with some of her clients. I asked her why and she told me that many of her clients are there strictly for fetish fulfillment. Basically, they pay a fee for her to do something specific to them. She feels like she's serving them instead of the other way around. Disobedient subs piss her off, too. Her first client jacked off without permission and left without cleaning up his mess. She told me that this guy is now on her "no" list.
I let her know that I didn't have any expectations, and she could do whatever she wanted and I wouldn't throw up any roadblocks. I detected a hint of a smile on her face as she finished her cigarette.
"Really?"
For a moment I got nervous, but I summoned my courage and told her that I was there to be used as she sees fit. She seemed energized by those words. After dominating two clients all afternoon, I didn't expect her to be so enthusiastic, but the fire was lit. Her demeanor changed into something I hadn't seen before.
When I was with her as a client she was somewhat reserved. She was cautious and asked me several times during our sessions if I was okay, or if I needed time to rest. Her first priority with all of her clients is safety, and I believe that preoccupation limits her enjoyment of domination. I think she realized that she could take off the k**d-gloves with me, and not be so concerned about my well being.
Things were different this time. She told me to stand up straight at attention, but to lower my eyes. In our past sessions she had given instructions to strip, but this time it was hands on. She unbuttoned my shirt, unbuckled my trousers, and yanked my underwear to my knees. My cock was straining against the chastity device desperate for release as she groped my balls and gave them a firm squeeze. My knees buckled for just a second and I felt her open hand strike me across the face. I clumsily fell to the floor with my pants still at my knees.
She joined me on the floor and jerked my shoes and socks from me, and then pulled my trousers and underwear the rest of the way off. She had me lie on my back on the cold wood floor and I started to shiver. She straddled me, and held my hands in place over my head. She told me to open my mouth, and she positioned her mouth over mine. A long string of her spit flowed from her mouth into mine.
She released my hands, but told me to keep them over my head. Normally, with professionals there is very little actual physical contact so I was shocked when she put her mouth on my nipple and sucked it hard. Soon the sucking was replaced by her biting, and it was difficult not to squirm. She told me not to fight her or I would be punished. When she was done there were hickey and bite marks all around my nipples.
I was told to stand up and follow her to the St Andrew's Cross. She secured me to it facing front. There were restraints on my arms, legs, and two straps which ran across my torso. I was locked in tight.
I expected a whipping or something of that nature, but it was more of what I experienced while I was on the ground. She was touching me, groping, biting, slapping, and punching. She kneed me in the balls once and I saw stars. She scratched me with her long nails and left a long trail on my chest and stomach.
She released me from the cross, and I fell to the floor again She disappeared for a moment, then came back with the key to my chastity device. She tossed it to me and told me to unlock myself.
It hurt taking off the device as it pinched the skin a little. I let out a huge sigh once I was free. She sat on a nearby chair and ordered me to crawl to her. She lifted my head and said I should look into her eyes. She told me I could masturbate to orgasm on her boots, and that then I would need to lick the cum off them until they shined.
After being in chastity so long it took just a few seconds and it was hard to control the force that it came out with. Some of it made it on her boots, but a lot of it ended up on the floor. She had me clean her boots with my tongue, and then also suck my own cum off the floor. It's a pretty disgusting act, but I did it to completion.
The scene was over and she told me to lock my cock back up and get dressed, but unlike other sessions in the past she asked if I could stay a while. I told her I wasn't in a rush and could stay as long as she liked. She wanted to talk about our arrangement further.
She started out by asking me if our agreement was working for me, and I told her it was. She was happy to hear that because she was pleased with me and wants it to continue. Then it got weird....
She said that I'm not the only one who has "an arrangement". She has a submissive girlfriend that she is intimate with who she wants to introduce me to. I was a bit confused...perhaps even thick. As she continued to explain I realized that she had a bit of a puppetmaster fantasy. She wants to control both of us in a sexual way. She then asked me what I thought.
I didn't want to rain on her parade, but I also felt like I needed to be honest. I reflected for a moment, and thought about the ramifications before I spoke. I told her that I am first and foremost a submissive, and that as long as I didn't have to perform in a dominant role with her friend then I was fine with it. However, if she has plans on me dominating her friend under her guidance that I would be a poor choice.
She nodded her head but didn't say anything and dismissed me. I thought that might be the end of it. I drove home wondering what was next.
I got a text message from her this morning that she has work for me on Wednesday, and she'd like me to stay for dinner after I was finished with her tasks. I texted back that I could. Then I received one more text, "Don't worry, we're all on the same page."
I'm not exactly sure what that means, but I'm curious. I guess I'll find out Wednesday.
I worked about 12 hours for her last week. There's not much interesting there to report unless you're someone into domestic service. It's pretty much like reporting to a job. She gives me a list of things that need to be accomplished, and I do them for her. I do the work fully clothed, and mostly stay out of her way. She seems to trust me now, as she'll leave me alone at her place for an hour or two. I don't rank a key yet, however.
The downside is that she keeps me in chastity most of the time. I'm somebody who has enjoyed masturbating 2 or 3 times a day all my life, so obviously this is a challenge for me. Anyone who's been in chastity more than a day or two knows what I am talking about. However, I have to be honest and say that chastity improves my level of service. I'm very conscious of doing things correctly for her, because I know my cock's freedom depends on it.
So I got through the week without fucking up, and as agreed she set up a session with me on the weekend. It was scheduled after she had two sessions with paying clients, so I had to wait until late in the day. It was worth it.
There is no doubt a difference between a professional and a novice. This especially applies to the world of female domination which is why I generally prefer older Dommes to younger ones. There is no substitute for experience. The Domme I am serving now has been with hundreds of submissive men and women over her career. She is as knowledgeable about submissive behavior as any psychologist. She's been slowly working her way into my head just as she has done with so many others.
One of her rules/procedures is to make sure there is a 30 minute buffer between clients. I was a little early, and knew to wait in my car until the appointed time. A gentleman exited her place while I was in my car. I chuckled a bit because he was moving gingerly...like he'd just got his ass beaten. Even though I knew she was alone, I continued to wait. She is a stickler for details, and her time is very valuable. I didn't want to be early or late.
She was smoking a cigarette when I entered. She was dressed to the teeth in a combination of leather, latex, and metal. Her outfit looked as though it would be difficult to wear for extended periods, but again....she's a professional. Don't try this at home, k**dos.
I greeted her, and she seemed genuinely pleased to see me. She told me to take a seat, and we chatted for a while. One of the things she confessed to me was that she doesn't particularly enjoy sessions with some of her clients. I asked her why and she told me that many of her clients are there strictly for fetish fulfillment. Basically, they pay a fee for her to do something specific to them. She feels like she's serving them instead of the other way around. Disobedient subs piss her off, too. Her first client jacked off without permission and left without cleaning up his mess. She told me that this guy is now on her "no" list.
I let her know that I didn't have any expectations, and she could do whatever she wanted and I wouldn't throw up any roadblocks. I detected a hint of a smile on her face as she finished her cigarette.
"Really?"
For a moment I got nervous, but I summoned my courage and told her that I was there to be used as she sees fit. She seemed energized by those words. After dominating two clients all afternoon, I didn't expect her to be so enthusiastic, but the fire was lit. Her demeanor changed into something I hadn't seen before.
When I was with her as a client she was somewhat reserved. She was cautious and asked me several times during our sessions if I was okay, or if I needed time to rest. Her first priority with all of her clients is safety, and I believe that preoccupation limits her enjoyment of domination. I think she realized that she could take off the k**d-gloves with me, and not be so concerned about my well being.
Things were different this time. She told me to stand up straight at attention, but to lower my eyes. In our past sessions she had given instructions to strip, but this time it was hands on. She unbuttoned my shirt, unbuckled my trousers, and yanked my underwear to my knees. My cock was straining against the chastity device desperate for release as she groped my balls and gave them a firm squeeze. My knees buckled for just a second and I felt her open hand strike me across the face. I clumsily fell to the floor with my pants still at my knees.
She joined me on the floor and jerked my shoes and socks from me, and then pulled my trousers and underwear the rest of the way off. She had me lie on my back on the cold wood floor and I started to shiver. She straddled me, and held my hands in place over my head. She told me to open my mouth, and she positioned her mouth over mine. A long string of her spit flowed from her mouth into mine.
She released my hands, but told me to keep them over my head. Normally, with professionals there is very little actual physical contact so I was shocked when she put her mouth on my nipple and sucked it hard. Soon the sucking was replaced by her biting, and it was difficult not to squirm. She told me not to fight her or I would be punished. When she was done there were hickey and bite marks all around my nipples.
I was told to stand up and follow her to the St Andrew's Cross. She secured me to it facing front. There were restraints on my arms, legs, and two straps which ran across my torso. I was locked in tight.
I expected a whipping or something of that nature, but it was more of what I experienced while I was on the ground. She was touching me, groping, biting, slapping, and punching. She kneed me in the balls once and I saw stars. She scratched me with her long nails and left a long trail on my chest and stomach.
She released me from the cross, and I fell to the floor again She disappeared for a moment, then came back with the key to my chastity device. She tossed it to me and told me to unlock myself.
It hurt taking off the device as it pinched the skin a little. I let out a huge sigh once I was free. She sat on a nearby chair and ordered me to crawl to her. She lifted my head and said I should look into her eyes. She told me I could masturbate to orgasm on her boots, and that then I would need to lick the cum off them until they shined.
After being in chastity so long it took just a few seconds and it was hard to control the force that it came out with. Some of it made it on her boots, but a lot of it ended up on the floor. She had me clean her boots with my tongue, and then also suck my own cum off the floor. It's a pretty disgusting act, but I did it to completion.
The scene was over and she told me to lock my cock back up and get dressed, but unlike other sessions in the past she asked if I could stay a while. I told her I wasn't in a rush and could stay as long as she liked. She wanted to talk about our arrangement further.
She started out by asking me if our agreement was working for me, and I told her it was. She was happy to hear that because she was pleased with me and wants it to continue. Then it got weird....
She said that I'm not the only one who has "an arrangement". She has a submissive girlfriend that she is intimate with who she wants to introduce me to. I was a bit confused...perhaps even thick. As she continued to explain I realized that she had a bit of a puppetmaster fantasy. She wants to control both of us in a sexual way. She then asked me what I thought.
I didn't want to rain on her parade, but I also felt like I needed to be honest. I reflected for a moment, and thought about the ramifications before I spoke. I told her that I am first and foremost a submissive, and that as long as I didn't have to perform in a dominant role with her friend then I was fine with it. However, if she has plans on me dominating her friend under her guidance that I would be a poor choice.
She nodded her head but didn't say anything and dismissed me. I thought that might be the end of it. I drove home wondering what was next.
I got a text message from her this morning that she has work for me on Wednesday, and she'd like me to stay for dinner after I was finished with her tasks. I texted back that I could. Then I received one more text, "Don't worry, we're all on the same page."
I'm not exactly sure what that means, but I'm curious. I guess I'll find out Wednesday.
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