First time with dominatrix

Do you love having a woman dressed up in latex and lingerie whack your testicles with a baseball bat? Lucky for you, dominatrices exist to give you your every fantasy. Before you actually hire a dominatrix to let you be her puny slave, however, there are a few things you should know to make sure things go smoothly for everybody involved:.

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You are undoubtedly very nervous and probably full of questions. In order to make the transition from vanilla to kinky pervert all the smoother for you, you probably want to read this. I see a lot of novices. I attribute it to my very strong social media presence particularly Instagram.

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About Us Latest. Related Posts. In my pro-domme attire I felt fierce and I was loving it. My dominatrix career ended that day.

My first time with a dominatrix

I marveled at my level-headed control of the situation. White, year-old attorney. I had always been intrigued by the sex industry, but the thought of being a sex worker clashed with my feminist ideals.

I was inspired. I declined and asked him to leave without paying. The force caught him of guard, but he was able to brace himself inches before his face hit the floor. I stood in my new office — a dungeon surrounded by cages, whips and harnesses. The door opened and in walked my first submissive. Fi Fi looked up, we locked eyes and then it happened.

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He was begging to be broken. I stood behind and held the leash taut, forcing him to strain against his own collar as he crawled forward. I was humiliated at my fall from grace — Mistress Darkness to Weeping Wendy within minutes. Tears welled in my eyes. Yes, I was nervous, but mostly I was excited.

The guide to your first professional dominatrix session

I stood there in my rented stilettos and catsuit, mascara running and whip still in hand, I felt more pathetic than my client, who was still wearing his collar. Grabbing a fistful of his hair I dragged my man-slave into the metal prison. My eyes wandered around the room and landed on a large dog crate.

I heard gasping coming from behind me and I looked around in a panic. As a black graduate student in her 20s who had ly held down employment as a gym teacher and library assistant, I surprised myself when I answered the ad on Craigslist.

I burst into tears.

But I made up for my lack of confidence with the leather catsuit and steel-spiked, knee high boots. It was my first day as Mistress Darkness, a professional dominatrix. I took in his tear streaked face, red eyes, wrinkled clothing and tousled hair.

It didn't go exactly as i expected

Most of the equipment, I could still only imagine a purpose for. Game Over. Wendy Stokes.

Turn-ons: being treated like a dog, golden showers and limited corporeal punishment. Safe word: Pink. October 19, September 27, Married father of two. My client was laughing at me. Oddly, his presence was dominant and he held eye contact with me.

After all, I only had two days of dome boot camp. He broke me. A challenge.

Here was a grown man stuffed uncomfortably in a cage looking just plain pitiful. I realized that I was too soft for the job.

I spun around and walked away trying to regain my composure.