The Secret Diary of a Dominatrix (in the Making) Pt2
Here at the English Mansion, we were given access to the secret diary of a woman who had been writing an account of her sexual exploits. It was something we were immediately interested in because as she started to explore her sexuality, she began to discover the intense pleasures of Femdom sex. Read her innermost thoughts as she unearths a real craving for abusing and using men for her sexual pleasure. Regularly, on this blog, we are going to be releasing the true account of her real-life fetish adventures.
Diary of D – Pt 2
Dear Diary,
I have had such a fabulous month of self discovery, all initiated from my incredible and out of character exploits on my last big night out . I feel like a whole new World is out there, a real Alice moment. I can’t believe how boring I have become, thinking that this is it, this is life, I have seen and done it all. But how could I compare my shallow existence to this point in my life, to the realisation that, in reality, I know so little. How naïve of me, I should of known that there were secret lives and societies going on behind closed doors. The good thing is, at last, I have found the key to this door.
Following some gossip around work, I was approached by one of the more senior partners, a lady who always kept her cool and had an immaculate demeanour, who asked if I would come to a meeting in her office later that day. I feared the worse, my out of character actions may have come back to haunt me already, victim of the work chattering. I spent a couple of hours fretting before entering her office at the allotted time, she sat there at her desk, but she seemed much more relaxed than usual. I couldn’t believe it when the topic came around to my recent sexploits. She told me that she loved to keep men in their place, also, and it was one of the reasons she had risen so high in the company. I listened intrigued when she invited me to over to her place, to meet one of her male playmates, explaining she called him a slave and he would do whatever he could to satisfy us both. As this was such a sudden turn of events for the day, I accepted in relief as much as curiosity!
The excitement built up as I drove to her address, as did the apprehension and nerves. I know I looked good in my leather boots, skirt and tight white blouse, showing off all the curves of my gym trained body. My hubby’s eyes had lit up as I came down the stairs and looked slightly hurt as he realised I was going out without him. He will probably be on the couch wanking away to porn, as I enjoy my new adventure.
I knocked at her door and was stunned as she answered, wearing a tight leather catsuit, boots with killer heels and her hair tied up, she looked stunning. She gave me a wicked smile and led me into what I assumed was her lounge, but turned out, to my surprise to be an almost empty room lit softly by candlelight, with a hooded, naked man on all fours on the floor. There were various items placed around, including crops, whips, canes and other objects I had not seen before. She proceeded to address the man as slave, telling him to kiss her boots, to worship her leather and generally demean himself. This reminded me of how I debased the stranger at the bar and got me to a state of arousal, very quickly. She encouraged me over and the demon from that night started to show again, in the language I used and the tasks I started to give this slave. I had him licking and rubbing my feet, massaging my calves and legs, I even demanded he put his tongue into my arsehole, enjoying this usually forbidden act. All the time calling him filthy base names, words I had never used before, but they kept flowing from some dark place in my subconscious. She was watching and enjoying me delving into her World, glad she had judged me right. I was an eager pupil as she showed me some of the weird implements and their uses. The nipple clamps were a joy, the pain and control they gave me over the whimpering male, the humbler bar that left him fully exposed, for us to take full control of his balls, to make him beg us to stop, while we just continued to laugh and torment. I particularly enjoyed administrating corporal punishment, working my way up through the floggers, whips and canes, following the gentle guidance that she offered me. The way his body was a vibrant red and we literally broke him as a man caused me to feel a power I could never imagine. His last job was to use his tongue to pleasure us, as we sat chatting about the future, completely ignoring him. This is how all men should be, knowing their place and serving faithfully.
When I got home that night, hubby was still up, he followed me to the bedroom, obviously hoping for a quick fumble. I said he could rub my feet and lick my pussy and surprisingly for such a selfish lover, he got to work without much protest. After my second orgasm, I rolled over and prepared to sleep, there was some protesting from hubby, but he could tell from my severe attitude, he wasn’t getting any pleasure from me that night. It could be some time before he gets any pleasure from me at all.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or actual events is purely coincidental.
