She had finally placed an ad on ALT.com. Married for over eight years now, her desires had only increased with each passing day. Endless routines, loss of passion, constant control, she yearned for something more. Once she asked her husband to do something “more” for her, so simple, yet his reaction was repulsion. She knew better than to ever ask again. The fantasies only grew and she did not understand why. College educated, upper middle class, home in the suburbs, top of her profession. By all accounts, she should be normal, she should be happy, she should not have these thoughts, these desires. But they haunted her. Making love with her husband, she would close her eyes and imagine what it would be like if his hand was around her throat, holding her down, fucking her hard, loosing all control, being entirely helpless. In board meetings, surrounded by men, her esteemed colleagues who seemingly had so much respect for her knowledge and ability, she would ask herself “What if they held me down, forced me to suck their cocks, gang raped me on the same table I dominate day after day?” The thoughts aroused her far more than her husband’s gentle loving touches and caresses ever could. “What’s wrong with me?” she would ask herself. “Why do I want to be humiliated and abused?” And at last she found the courage to post an ad:  ‘Naughty slut in need of discipline. I want to be used for your pleasure. I am willing to do anything as long as I am bound and forced. I want no mercy. I just want to lose myself and become an object.’ And after weeks of wrong responses, the ad was answered by the right man.

 

She is instructed on what to wear: a short skirt, loose blouse with breasts exposed, uncomfortably tight, high heel shoes, matching panties and bra- the panties must be a g-string and the bra a push up. After her meetings, she walks into her office, turns off her computer and grabs the bag of clothing.  She told her husband she would be going out for drinks with her coworkers. He trusts her. He would never check up on her whereabouts. She is the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect employee. “People like me do not do these sorts of things. No one will ever know,” she assures herself as she dresses quickly in the office bathroom. After checking her hair and make-up, she peeks out the bathroom door to see if anyone is in the hallway. She sees no one and without a sound, she slips down the hallway, into the main entrance and to the parking lot. At her car, she looks around one last time. “Has anyone seen me?” she wonders. No one is around and it is already dark. She unlocks the car door, starts the engine and drives towards the interstate.

 

She is familiar with the area. Exit 13 off of 400. She has many friends who live in this area and she wonders if she will pass anyone she knows. She was told to meet him at his office which happens to be next to a bar that some of her friends frequent after work to discuss business. Nervously, she pulls into the parking lot and begins looking for the business name she was given on the phone. She finally finds it on the back side of the building. Only one street light is lit and all of the offices are dark including the office she has been instructed to go to. She parks her car and notices a black SUV to the left of her and a green mini cooper parked on the far right corner. Other than that, that lot is empty. A man she recognizes gets out of the SUV and walks towards her. He is as handsome as his pictures and she is suddenly aware of how wet her panties are. During the drive from work until now, she has thought of nothing else other than what this strange man might do to her. And now seeing his muscular body, dark hair and neatly trimmed beard, she realizes that he will be able to fulfill her desires. Her husband will never know, her friends will never know, only she will know what has occurred this evening. At last she will be free.

 

She opens her car door, heels clicking on the pavement, she walks anxiously and nervously towards her captor. Without a word, without a smile or any sort of acknowledgment, he opens his office door, a glass door surrounded by large glass windows looking onto the almost empty parking lot, and motions for her to come in. Silently, they walk through the space. It is filled with furniture, the high end stuff that fills her home. She is impressed, but before she can remark on his merchandise, she is instructed to sit on a bar stool in the center of the store. Hands in her lap, ankles crossed, she obediently sits and waits. He removes the tie from his neck, light blue with black squares, and wraps it around her eyes. “Can you see anything?” he asks in a monotone voice. “No,” she meekly replies not certain if she should follow with Sir. The last time she called a man Sir was in college. She has been independent and strong since her first day in corporate America. She always made a point of letting men know she was their equal if not better.

 

He binds her hands and tells her to sit quietly and still while he sets the alarm system. “Where is he taking me?” she wonders as she sits on the bar stool, feet dangling helplessly inches above the floor. She hears footsteps, heavy and full of purpose and intent. She realizes that he is coming to retrieve her, take her to an undisclosed location. “Take my arm and follow me. Quickly. We only have a few minutes before the sensors pick us up. I do not want to have to reset this alarm, so do what I say.” On her feet, she listens to his instructions, dodging furniture, stumbling up stairs and finally over the main door threshold. Down the cement sidewalk, onto the parking lot pavement, and then they stop. She hears the car doors unlock. He places her hands on a car seat and asks if she is able to lift herself up. With some difficulty, she achieves the task and sits patiently waiting. The car door slams and another opens. She realizes she is sitting in the back seat and he is in front of her. She also smells a sweet scent, like a woman’s perfume, but she cannot be sure.

 

Uncertain of how long they have driven, finally the car comes to a stop. She hears one car door open and then hers. Her captor helps her down and in the mix of assisting her, she swears that she hears a third car door open. The passenger front side. She listens intensely and suddenly she hears clicking. That sweet perfume smell was the scent of another woman. They are not alone, her and her captor. Frantically, she begins to wonder if she has taken her fantasy too far. “Who else is here?” she asks. “Just my two roommates Stan  and Jeff. You wanted a gang bang, right?” She laughs uncomfortably. Is he serious or joking? Is she really ready for this, she wonders. No one knows where she is, what she is doing. There is no going back now.

 

She can clearly hear the woman walking ahead of them. Her heels click up the stairs and her captor follows this woman with, her, the victim clinging onto his arm. At the top of the stairs, she is placed in a chair and asked if she would like a shot of tequila. The other woman must have already taken her shot because she hears a glass slam down against the counter top her elbows are now resting on. Before she can accept or decline, her captor says “Lick your hand. Not there, in between your thumb and forefinger. Yes, like that.” He pours salt on the moistened area and tells her to lick again. A shot glass touches her lips. “Drink. Drink it all. You have some more. Drink it all I said.” She swallows the chilled tequila and before she can take a breath, she feels the lime press against her bottom lip. “Suck.” She obeys and is then lifted from her chair and dragged up another set of stairs.

 

The room is hot, almost stagnate. She can barely catch her breath. She tries desperately to calm herself when suddenly her blouse is ripped from her body. She hears buttons spilling on the wood floors below her. Her bound hands reach helplessly up to her breasts. Before she can collect herself, she feels his hands slide down to her skirt, unzipping and then more ripping. She left her bag filled with office clothes in her car. Now her clothes are ripped and torn. How will she be able to change back into her office clothes? She cannot go home like this. Suddenly, she is aware of the seriousness of the situation she has gotten herself into and she does not care. She feels so liberated, unashamed. She is here to be used, to be fucked, to be abused, to be treated like a whore. She does not care who knows or what happens. She feels the wetness of her pussy drip down her inner thighs. This man has ruthlessly ripped her clothes off, maybe there is another woman in the room watching, she does not care anymore. She needs this badly. She needs to give up her control and lose herself in fantasy.

 

Her hands are now bound separately against the wall. She pulls but the bondage is tight and she is helpless. He lifts one heel and wraps something around it. She realizes he has tied a knot around her heels. Legs spread wide, arms spread wide, she waits to see what will happen next. The room is so hot and she can feel beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead. First there is a sting. She sucks her stomach in. He has something, but what. She can feel the breeze against her body and then the sting. Not painful. Just on the edge. She relaxes and begins to realize that the more she gives in, the better it feels. She is so tired of fighting. She wants desperately to give in. She relaxes her body and allows the implement to please her, not punish her. The more she gives in, the more the sting becomes pleasure, so intense, she can hardly stand it. Opening her mouth, she begins to moan. Unaware of how long this continues, she is awakened from her erotic slumber by an invasion. The strange man has his fingers down her pants. But she wanted this, right? She fights at first and it hurts, but then she remembers that if she gives in, the pain turns to pleasure. “Stop fighting,” she tells herself and with that, her body relaxes and her body moves into her captor’s, welcoming his fingers, welcoming his breath, welcoming his body, welcoming anything her has to offer. And at last, pleasure follows. She cums on his finger tips and then begs for more.

 

Her hands are untied and she falls to the floor, still begging for more. Shuffling. Someone is in the room with them. She smells the woman’s sweet scent, she hears the clicking of her heels. She waits, filled with anticipation. What will the two of them do with her? Are there more people in the house? Her heels are untied and she is dragged by her male captor across the floor. Dropped on the cool wood floors, she feels a constant heat move across her body. She waits, listening to the woman’s heels click on the floors, back and forth, around her and back again. Now silence. The silence is interrupted with the woman’s voice. “Do not turn around. Get on your knees and remove the blindfold.” She does exactly what she is told. She slowly opens her eyes, temporarily blinded by the light in the room, she slowly looks around taking everything in. Her male captor is now bound on a four poster bed. His legs and arms tightly tied with black rope. There are two electric heaters in the room. Now she understands why she is so hot. She realizes that sweat is pouring from her body. She turns to look behind her and sees a woman with red hair and a single blonde streak in the front. She sits in a blue chair wearing nothing but black leather thigh high boots and has the most wicked smile on her face that she has ever seen. 

 

A slap across the face. “Do not look at me. You do not have permission. Crawl on the bed. On all fours. Now.” The slap still stings her face and she can feel a tear rolling down her cheek. She crawls on the bed with her bound captor. “Ass up in the air. I want to see your ass. Now take those pretty lips and wrap them around his cock.” She hesitates. A sharp sting on her ass. The woman with red hair and a single blonde streak in the front has hit her with something. “I was not asking you. I was telling you. Suck his fucking cock for my pleasure. Suck it hard. Suck it fast. And swallow what he has to give you. Every last drop.” This woman’s voice is cold and detached. She understands she has no choice. She opens her mouth and takes him in. Sting after sting on her bare ass, she sucks hard and fast, like instructed, waiting for him to fill her mouth with hot cum.

 

At last, he moans, the stinging stops and her mouth is full. She spits some out but before she can lift her head, it is pushed back down. “‘Swallow everything he has to give you’ is what I said. Lick it all up.” Head held down, she licks the rest up. She has been pleasured and she has been humiliated. She wonders what will come next. “Go to the shower. Put this over your eyes.” The woman throws the light blue tie with black squares at her. Quickly, she runs to the shower and covers her eyes. “Lie down in the shower,” the woman tells her. She does so. After a few minutes, she feels warm water covering her body, but it is not coming from the shower head. She realizes the woman is peeing on her. Excited by the humiliation, she reaches between her legs and begins to play with herself. She uses the woman’s piss to lubricate her already wet pussy. “Cum for us again, you dirty bitch.” Is the man watching too, she wonders. Before she can answer that, she feels a flaccid cock in her mouth. She continues using the woman’s piss to lubricate her pussy, sucking on the flaccid cock with the taste of cum still on it. She cums again for both of them.

 

“Wait till we leave the room. Dry yourself off and dress. You are not allowed to bathe. Put the blindfold back on when you are finished and knock twice on the door.” She will have to go home to her husband smelling like piss and tasting like cum in her ripped and torn clothes. What will she say? What will he think? She does not care. She is free at last.

 

They put her back into the SUV, stop in the dimly light parking lot, and she waits. Her car door opens, her blindfold is removed and her captor walks her to her car. As she gets in and starts the engine, she hears a horn honking. It is the red headed woman with a single blonde streak in a green mini cooper waving good bye. She smiles sadistically and blows them both a kiss before driving off.

They had become good friends. In fact, such good friends that he willing disclosed his work location without a thought or concern that she might one day use it against him. Everyday he emailed her from his office. “I am so horny thinking about you. I love the way you tease and bite my nipples. You make them so sensitive. I wish you were here right now teasing my cock, bringing me so close to the edge, making me lick your ass. I am so horny for you.” She wonders to herself, what would he do if she was there? If she just showed up at his office. Who would be there? What would they think? And then the opportunity finally presented itself.

 

“I am all alone in the office today,” his email read. “Everyone is out for a business lunch and I am the only one here. I have shut my office door. I have your cock out and I am teasing it. I have clothes pins on your nipples, and I am making them so sensitive. I wish you were with me.” She didn’t respond. She just got in her car and drove to Buckhead. Peachtree Street, 22nd floor, but which office door? The floor was empty with the exception of  one secretary, a young thin brunette with dark glasses a white top and navy blue skirt. She looked up from her desk, surprised to see anyone. Smiling, the new woman tells her she has a meeting with Mike. “He is expecting me,” she says, leaning over her desk and looking into her eyes. “Can you tell me where his office is?” She was hoping she would not call and alert him to her presence, so she made a point of staring directly into her eyes with purpose and authority. She fell for it and meekly pointed down the hallway to the right. “The 7th door down.” Smiling at her victory, she wished the secretary a good day and proceeded towards her unsuspecting prey. 

 

She knocked once. “Just a minute.” She realizes that perhaps he really does have his cock out. “Come in.” Slowly she opens the door. Mike looks up from his desk and his eyes widen, cheeks flushed, mouth gapping. Closing the door behind her, she says “You better be quiet and do what I say.”

 

“But Rikka,” he begins to plead.

“But Mike, you have been teasing and taunting me for weeks. ‘Oh how I wish you were in the office with me.’ Now I am and the game begins.”

“No! We can’t do this.”

“Too late for ‘can’t', Mike. We are going to do this,” she replies. 

“But we will get caught.”

“Only if you do not shut your mouth and start obeying my orders. Now stand in front of the window and remove your shirt.”

“Please Rikka. No.”

“The secretary is down the hallway. Let’s not make a scene, Mike. We do not want her coming down here to see what is going on, do we?” she calmly asks.

“Alright. Close the blinds behind you. What are you planning on doing to me Rikka?” He is standing now, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Whatever I please. But you must remember to be very quiet. No matter what I do to you.” She begins to undress with him.

“What’s in the bag? What do you have in there?” he anxiously asks, back pressed to the window overlooking Peachtree Street. He is a trapped animal.

 

She bends down, reaches into the bag, pulls out each item and places them one by one on his office desk. He makes no remark. He now understands this is for real and he is going to be violated in the privacy of his own office. He had fantasized about this for months, but the reality of it is now overwhelmingly frightening. She enjoys watching the fear spread across his face, the small beads of sweat accumulating on his forehead. Walking towards him, she can see the people 22 floors below walking the streets of Buckhead. It is a cloudy, overcast day but it is the lunch hour and the streets are busy. Will anyone take the time to look up? And if so, what can they see from that distance? It doesn’t matter. She can see them and that is enough.

 

Wet and excited, she leans against his trembling body, slides her nails up and down his sides. He moans. “Be quiet,” she whispers in his ear. “Your secretary will hear you.” She bites his right nipple. Mike bites his lower lips and throws his head back against the cold window trying desperately to sequester his moans. Right nipple, left nipple, back and forth before the clamps with weights go on. A small vibrator teases his tender and pulled nipples before moving down to his cock, still guarded by his pants. One of her hands unbuckles his belt, the other holding the vibrator in place. Pants and boxers around his ankles, she removes the cut rope from his desk and quickly ties his balls and cock. Hard and ready to cum from the excitement, she continues to tease and deny. 

 

“Face the window and look down at the street,” she says. She takes a small piece of plastic from the desk. About three inches long and less then a quarter of an inch thick, she lubes the plastic up and begins to insert it into his cock. 

 

“What are you doing?” he pleads.

“Shhh. Be quiet Mike. Turn and face the window. Look at all of the people walking by and be quiet. Your secretary is probably already curious about our afternoon meeting. We do not want trouble, do we?” she calmly replies.

“The rest of the staff will be back in an hour.” He is now trying to negotiate with his Mistress.

“So we do not have much time. You will be cumming twice for me today, so we need to get busy.”

 

The homemade sound in his cock, she teases and strokes, rubs the vibrator over the top of the head brushing against the plastic device sending waves deep down into his cock. He begins to open his mouth, to let out a moan of pleasure and pain but she stops him, brings him back to reality, by slapping his cock.

 

“Look down at the street,” she orders.

“Rikka, I am so close. You are driving me crazy. Please, I am so close.”

“I know. I like you this way. You are out of your mind and you are my slave and my slut. Today you will do things for me you have never done before.”

“Yes, I am your slut. I will do anything for you. Please. I am so close,” he begs.

 

More teasing, more stroking, more slapping, more sending waves deep inside of his cock. At last he can take no more. She grabs the shaft to stop the flow but she can feel the forceful pumping of his cock and when she releases, the plastic device shoots from his him, against the window over looking Buckhead. Thick cum drips down and Mike collapses to his knees.

 

“Oh, Rikka. What have you done to me?” he weakly asks.

“I am not finished yet. Grab that chair and bring it to the window. You are going to watch me cum while stroking your cock. I need that thing to get hard again and I will not leave until it is and you have cum a second time for me.”

 

He has now come to accept that he has no choice. His office has become her play space and he is her slut slave. He should have never told her where he worked. Now that she has had a taste, she will be back again and again. Butt plug in ass, nipple clamps on, electrical cock straps charged, he sits on the floor in front of the window stroking his cock and watching his demanding Mistress please herself. Fully naked, her skin glistens with perspiration under the office lights. Legs spread wide, each foot pressed against the glass as if she was giving a show for all of Atlanta, she plays with her vibrator, rolling her hips and bouncing her ass up and down on the black leather office chair. He watches as her pussy drips onto his chair creating a large puddle which he will later be asked to lick up.

 

She has cum at last and he is hard again. After licking the seat clean, he begs for a special treat.

 

“You want to lick my pussy? Only after I piss. Then you can lick it clean.”

“Here? In my office?” He begins to mouth the words no, but she stops him.

“On your back. Now. We don’t have much time. Your colleagues will be returning any moment now. The choice is yours. You can take my piss now or wait until they return. It does not matter to me.”

 

Obediently, he lies on his back and opens his mouth. First, she marks her territory by pissing on his cock and balls and then she squats above his face, knees resting on his shoulders, she continues to piss while he tries to ingest what he can. Some falls on his face and she laughingly thinks to herself, “He will smell and taste like my piss all day now.”

 

When she is finished, she allows one lick to her sensitive pussy. Clit still swollen and excited from her orgasm, his one lap is a combination of her piss and her sweet, wet cum. Now it is time for round two. She wants to milk her slut slave dry. On his back, legs spread, she begins to tease her victim when they both hear voices.

 

“They are back already!” Mike tries to jump up and she pushes him back on the floor with one hand.

“You owe me one last orgasm and you will be eating every last drop of it this time.” She points to the wasted cum that has now dried to his office window.

“No. I can’t Rikka. They have returned.”

“I do not care. You better be quiet and do what I say.”

 

Footsteps pass his office door as she inserts one finger. Laughter heard from the outside cubicles as she teases his cock. The sounds of clicking, computer key boards, people getting back to their daily routines, their daily work as she teases and denies. Phones begin to ring, more voices answering calls and he is so close. His phone begins to ring. Someone walks past the door, stops and then continues on. She teases his cock again and again while his work colleagues are busy talking, typing, shuffling about completely unaware of what Mike is doing behind his closed office door.

 

“Please let me cum. I cannot take it any more. Please Rikka. We are going to get caught.”

 

She looks down at the busy street below and notices a man across the way looking up at them.

 

“I think we already have been caught,” she says with a smile. With that, he cums.

I received a call from a new client a few days ago and he said he was a novice, never tried domination before, but had been fantasizing about it for years. When I asked him what he was open to, he said he thought he was open to everything. Given that this was going to be his first time, I knew that a sensual sensual session with BDSM sampling would work best. I find that newbies will do just about anything if appropriately turned on, most men will, so sensuality is a main focus in my sessions. Given that men are such simple creatures, I still have not figured out why women do not rule the world.

 

My new friend arrives and I know immediately that I will get along with him. For starters, he drives the same kind of car as me. My fans already know what kind of car that is but if you are a first time reader, I drive the coolest car on the roads: a mini cooper. I am a hot domme in a racer green mini cooper. My new friend brings me a bottle of red wine, so he is scoring points left and right, and to top it off, I quickly discover he has a good sense of humor. And yes, laughter and BDSM do mix well, especially when you are slapping the submissive’s face with a cock or sitting on their face until you see arms flaying back in forth because the air supply is running low. You can clearly see how domination can be funny. Maybe not for the submissive, but certainly for the dominatrix.

 

I love fresh blood but the pressure is on when I play with new clients particularly if they are novices to the scene. I have to read every facial expression, every reaction and hope that I can gauge what the submissive is going to enjoy. Now some people would say it is all about the Mistress’s enjoyment, but the truth is, and I have said this many times, if the submissive is not into it, then the domme has no power or control over him/ her. I do not know what it is like for other Mistresses, but I get a rush off of power and control so being able to read people and know what buttons to push is crucial for my pleasure and it just so happens that my kink works in the favor of the submissive. Everyone wins and that is a beautiful thing. Rush Limbaugh would call it liberalism, I call it getting my way at the benefit of others.

 

I begin with a sexy strip, me stripping him because I am have naked anyway. He needs to be naked as well. I can feel his cock growing hard beneath his pants and I am just itching to slap that  thing. Soft wet lips touch his nipples followed by pearly white teeth clamping down. Reaction: he takes it but I can tell it is not his thing, so I jokingly tell him that I will be pulling out the clamps next even though I know his nipples are not a control point so we will be moving on. Balls tied up, light cock slapping, nails teasing the  balls. Now we have found a control point, but how far can I push it? The cock teasing drives him mad, but that is a given. The horse tail flogger followed by leather flogger do not prove to be a control point so I pull out the violet want. Mixed with cock teasing, I have found another power point with electrical play. In between my discoveries, I am rubbing my tone body up and down his helplessly tied and bound body, smashing his cock with my perfect ass, gazing in his eyes, barely touching my lips against his. The Mistress loves what? Tease and denial. I cannot get enough of it. I could get off on an entire session of tease and denial. Love it, love it, love it.

 

I need to find out how he is going to react to another favorite: slut training. On all fours, I zap his asshole with the violet want just because I am sick and perverse, put the Tens unit cock straps on him and begin to determine how tight or loose he is. Glove on, lube in hand, I dive in. Slowly. I do not want to scare the hell out of my new friend. His reaction is nervousness. This is his first time. I love virgin asses, but virgin asses need lots to tender care because they are new to the game of sexual objectification for the Mistress’s entertainment. I decide to relax him by inserting a small dildo, making him sit on it for the extra deep penetration and having him assist me with my favorite activity. That would be making myself cum.

 

If my submissives are fortunate enough to be granted an orgasm, then I get to go first. This is a non-negotiable requirement. So my new friend kisses and massages my inner thighs while I pleasure myself with the Rabbit. Butt plug in, cock straps on, he works diligently kissing and massaging while I take my time enjoying the feel of the vibrator moving up and down my clit, teasing my lips and getting me wet before I have a long, intense orgasm. He pulls his head back to watch my pussy twitch and drip and when I finally come up for air, he tells me “That was worth the price of admission.” Yes, it was.

 

That was a telling remark. In his fantasies, he is into everything, but in reality, he is into sensual domination. I tell him to get on his back. He watches while I drip oil down my breasts and stomach. I slide my oiled body up and down his and then begin to control him through erotic torture. Before I continue, this was one of the hottest, most erotic and intense reactions I have ever gotten from erotic torture. Erotic torture is bringing someone to the point of orgasm, stopping, starting, stopping, starting,etc. until the submissive is out of his fucking mind. The begging, the moaning, the unintelligible words uttered in a pathetic attempt for mercy. It is a beautiful thing. I often have to wipe a tear from my eye it is so fucking beautiful. And today, we got there baby, and when we got there, it went on and on. I got my control rush, he was light headed and shaking. Just delightful. 

 

Finger in his ass, I barely stroke and tease his erect cock. Using my nails up and down, teasing balls, lightly touching the sensitive head. He looks like he is going into convulsions, crying out, rolling his head back and forth, body heaving. The reason I enjoy using a finger for prostate massage is because you can easily tell when someone is about to cum. This allows for total Mistress control. I do not need to rely on the submissive to tell me when to stop and when to start. This session was amazing because without touching his cock, his prostate got to the point of orgasm at least 5 times. By the time he finally came, I was not touching his cock. That is ultimate control: to make a submissive cum without touching the cock. And get this, I kid you not, he came for two minutes straight. Cum wasn’t shooting out of the cock the entire time, but his prostrate remained hard and he just kept cumming and cumming internally. It was similar to a woman’s g-spot orgasm. By the time the prostrate went down, he didn’t know what the fuck was going on with his body. He just laid there shaking, unable to collect himself and get up. So I left him there and took a nap. It was highly intense for both of us.

Such a cheerful ending to a session. I had posted an entry a few weeks ago regarding writers block and received some great suggestions. The first was to get a tape recorder so be forewarned, those of you who are not shy, you might be asked to help me with my thoughts after the session. For those of you who are shy, I will wait until you leave. I always find that discussing the session, after all the kink has come to an end, is a wonderful learning tool for me. I love BDSM so the more I know about how the submissive feels after a session and what the highlights were, the more powerful and evil I grow. I am kidding about the evil. Or am I??? Seriously, I am competitive by nature and I want to be the best I can be which means I value feedback and insight. I have been playing for years but have only been professional for 6 years and believe it or not, but my best teachers are my submissives. The feedback I receive as well as the fantasies they tell me only help develop my skills and insight, so let me take this moment to sincerely thank all of the submissives who have helped me grow and perfect my skills. I would not be the Atlanta Dominatrix I am today without you. And I hope to grow better and better and more creative each day with your input, so please share because I want to learn.

 

This may seem like an odd thing for a Dominatrix to say. I have been to numerous pro-Domme sites and they often appear to think they are above everyone else. In my opinion, dominant/ submissive play is a two way street. I love dominating and I cannot do this without willing submissives, so this may be out of character for a pro-Domme but I respect, and in many cases even adore, my submissives and I do value their opinions. The best mirror comes from how others see you. There is a saying, “If one friend calls you an asshole, you might not be an asshole, but if five friends call you an asshole, you are an asshole.” The point is, we learn more about ourselves through the eyes of others and in regards to domination and BDSM, I learn more about my skills through submissives then I do from myself and this is why I encourage feedback, fantasies, other experiences and any additional insight a submissive can provide. Knowledge is power and one day, through the help of my submissives, I will be the ruler of all men! Kidding. I just love BDSM so much and every day is a new day to learn. It is a 50/50 journey. The teacher learns from her students and the students learn from their teacher.

 

The other writers block technique someone suggested was clustering. In a minute, I am going to give you the transcripts from my recorder but first, I am going to give you some words and phrases from clustering. I will write the story, but not tonight. I have already had two glasses of wine and am waiting for my chocolate kiss cake, so you will have to wait for the cluster story, but here is a teaser.

 

Taste Panties

Red ass

Slippery ass/ slippery cock and balls

Cane sliding between Mistress’s ass cheeks

Cane sniffing

Canning on submissive ass

 

Taste Panties

Sucking nipples

Spanking bench

Take turns pleasing Mistresses

 

Taste Panties

Fisting

Slowly

Stretching

Rikka

Julia

Rikka

 

Taste Panties

Face smothering

Blow on pussy

Smell the scent

Wet panties

Massage and kiss ass 

Loves pussy and ass

Do anything to get the Mistresses wet

Taste Panties

 

Taste Panties

Room smells like pussy

 

Taste Panties

Rikka comforts with breasts 

Julia beats cock

Julia sits on face

Rikka stretches pussy

Rikka forces ass sniffing

 

Taste Panties

Julia gets massaged

Rikka leaves

 

I wondered what happened in that session. You start with one theme and branch off. This slut was willing to do anything to get the Mistresses wet and he was obsessed with how wet the Mistresses panties got, hence Taste Panties. They were wet and dripping and he had to taste them after submitting to whatever we desired. Poor guy.

 

Now the transcripts to an amazing session. Before I begin, I have known G for a few years now. G, I requested some insight into our last session and received your email, but because it was personal, I will respond directly to you rather than share the email. I know you have been anxiously awaiting the story, but after listening to the recording, I decided to write the transcripts because they give enough information yet leave so much to the imagination. I really like that. What I would like to do next time is get a microphone and have everyone give their input but in a fun and human way so we are all providing more emotional responses rather than a ton of details. I feel that adult erotic lacks human emotion but is filled with sexual details. At one point during the recording you said, “That was just sending chills down me. It was just like awwww. Like this. It was really wild.” You did not go into detail about what actually was happening, just what you felt. That is where it is at. People can fill in the blanks with their own imagination. It is the emotion and sensation and human reaction that gets me wet. 

 

Before I write the transcripts, I would like to state that the other woman involved was G’s girlfriend. She met me at the house before G came over. G had no idea she would be there. This woman is not available for other sessions. This was not a prostitution exchange. G and his girlfriend are free to engage in any adult activity they choose and do not fucking ask me if G’s girlfriend is available for doubles. The majority of my readers understand that I provide domination services and sex stories involving other women are not paid services but women who are involved with the submissive male. I like to share all of my stories with my fans because I realize how much my fans appreciate my tales. If you are the small percentage who thinks that I can bring in another man’s girlfriend for your pleasure, please go fuck yourself and call an escort. Unfortunately, I have to say this again and again, because it is not getting through to that small percentage. The rest of you, enjoy the transcripts. This was a hot fucking session and at the end, we all agreed it should have been filmed.

 

Rikka: Tell me what happened when you first got there. You can get in the shower. When you first walked in, did you go directly up to her?

G: Directly up to you. I went directly up to you. t was just the two of us.

Rikka: That’s right. So we are kissing and I am grabbing your cock. She comes over, we go back to the dungeon and then the two of you are kissing. I get behind you.

G: That was just sending chills down me. It was just like awwww. Like this. It was really wild.

Rikka: Ok. And then you said I like cock biting and then there was..

G: There was nipple sucking in between that.

Rikka: Yeah. And then there was the scene where we were both down there.

G: She was almost deep throating me. She was deep throating me.

Rikka: Right. And then what happened from there? Uh.

G: Then we started playing.

Rikka: You started playing with her pussy and then you went down on her and I was playing with your ass. Right?

G: Yeah. I went down on her and then we shifted around and she was playing with my dick and you were playing with my ass.

Rikka: Ok. So she’s is on all fours facing you and playing with your cock and you are reaching over to play with her ass and I am fucking your ass?

G: Yeah. Remember? She put some oil on my hand and said “be creative” so she invited me.

Rikka: Ok, so she is on all fours and you start playing with her ass and that when you flipped her around so her ass is facing you? And you have one finger in her ass and one finger in her pussy?

G: Two in her pussy. Two.

Rikka: Two and the pussy and I am fucking you too. This is for the story. I have this new recorder. (Laughter) And finally you say, “can I fuck you in the ass,” and she says your cock is too big. Can I fuck your pussy and you put a condom on, your getting fucked, she’s getting fucked, and then she starts to have an orgasm. Alright, now it is your turn so we put you up and have the finale. If you can think of any highlights. (Laughter)

G: I will email you.

Rikka: Thank you guys. Thank you. (More laughter)

 

Obviously a lot more happened. Some of my highlights: the smirk G had on his face when he turned around, looked at me and showed me that he was fingering his girlfriend’s pussy and ass at the same time. G’s girlfriend’s skills at deep throating. I got down there just to watch. I was amazed. This guy has a big cock and his girlfriend was eating it whole without gagging once. The fact that G didn’t seem to notice that I was raping his ass with a big cock because he was too busy concentrating on making his girlfriend cum. I could have had a gang bang going on in his cunt and he would not have known the wiser. Mental note, invite a few horny sluts over next time, hide them in the closet, bring them out while G is fucking and see if he ever notices he is being raped. Just kidding G. And at last, G’s legs wrapped around my shoulders, his cock pointing down to his open mouth and watching all of the cum spill in. Yummy.

 

It is late, so I have to go, but I have a very sexy story about a young woman who is “kidnapped” and brought to a friend’s home only to discover a Mistress is watching her being taken advantage of. Maybe next time. A lot of kinky activity takes place outside of 285. What’s up with you white Republicans? You make the Liberals look like a bunch of prudes. Stay clear of exit 13 off of 400. Nothing but trouble up there. Maybe I should move out of the city. I am starting to think liberals are lame. What goes on late at night after Republican convention parties? I have heard some crazy tales about Ben Franklin. Maybe you boys are following in our forefathers footsteps. God bless America. Good night kinksters.

“I just fucked a bitch in the ass and pissed on his head. Tell Cherry she is next.”

 

The text message came in at 9:30, around the same time I was pissing all over his head. “Come to the Glenwood. I am bored.” It was my favorite gay bartender Jeramy. I love Jeramy because he always tells I am the only woman he would turn straight for. That means a lot coming from a man who clearly loves cock. But tonight, I would not be keeping him entertained with my pretty face and tales of sexual debauchery. I was too busy living the dream. You know the dream I am talking about. The dream of a beautiful woman doing whatever the fuck she feels like to any man she feels like doing it to. That dream. So later that night, after I had my fill and was driving home to enjoy a glass of red wine and a hot bath, I sent him a text back saying “I just fucked a bitch in the ass and pissed on his head. Tell Cherry she is next.” Cherry is my best friend and although she laughs at my stories, she is horrified by them, so I take every opportunity I get to fuck with her head. What a loving best friend. 

 

I have known Hunter for about two years now. He started as an occasional client, but we quickly became friends. There are a few clients whose company I enjoy and I will allow them to take me out to dinner. The requirements are, they must enjoy discussing topics that most people shy away from and my two favorite topics are politics and sex. Oh, they also must enjoy red wine or at least be wise enough to take the Mistress to a nice restaurant that has a good wine selection. Hunter appreciates fine food, red wine and political and sexual discussions, so our sessions have turned into dinner followed by play at his house. I love getting out of my environment and corrupting someone else’s environment.

 

I arrive at his home at 7, we jump in his car and take a tour of historical Conyers. We end up at a beautiful Victorian home built in the 1800’s which has been converted into an Italian restaurant. A bottle of pinot, artichoke hearts and lamb for dinner, we plot future escapades. Hunter is a slut for pussy. I placed an ad on Craig’s List for women who want a slave to eat their pussy and/or to watch a little bitch get fucked with a strap on but came up with nothing attractive enough for me to entertain, so we are back at ground zero. We decided to re-post on AdultFriendFindercom and Alt.com as well as adding criteria to the CraigsList.com posting. But my favorite idea was taking Hunter to Trapeze, a swingers club in Atlanta, leading him around on a cock and ball leash, going up to beautiful women selected by the Mistress and asking them if they would like my slave to service them any way they please. 

 

I forgot to mention that Hunter loves to lick ass and has been fantasizing about meeting a woman who has never had her ass licked. I think she needs to be taken by surprise and without warning. Here is a good story about surprise ass licking. My girlfriend Cherry and I were at the Glenwood having drinks one night, big surprise, and she leans over and whispers “Becky, I have to tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell anyone.” So here I am telling everyone on the world wide web. Blushing, she tells me that her boyfriend bent her over on all fours and then licked her asshole. So I said, “Did you like it?” Still blushing, a slow and hesitant smile spread across her face and she said yes. I laughed and said, “Honey, if it feels good, go with it.” Wouldn’t it be wonderful to find a woman who has never experienced the pleasures of ass licking for Hunter and have her feel the same giddy naughtiness Cherry felt.

 

So Hunter and I have a few goals on our exploration of BDSM and fetish fantasy. But little does Hunter know that I have my own personal goals. One was that Hunter learns to take my strap on. Note I said was. He pleasantly surprised me by taking it after our dinner. The next is that Hunter sucks cock for me. Now, all of my clients are very straight, but with a little loving nudging from their favorite Atlanta Mistress, they will do just about anything to make me happy. Or should I say, get me wet. When I force one of my sluts to suck a cock for me, it is not about their happiness. I enjoy the feel of a threesome and I think it is hot as hell forcing two men to do whatever I tell them to do as long as I am in the mix of things and receiving pleasure while giving orders. Receiving pleasure while giving orders. That was the life I was born to lead. I am going to take it slow with him. One day, Hunter will get a call from me asking him to come over. He will be seated in my red velvet chair watching me force two men do whatever nasty things I tell them to do and he will be so overwhelmed by my sexual power that he will beg to be used anyway I wish as well. Sucking cock, licking pussy and ass. He will be transformed in the Mistress’s perfect slut.

 

But I am more than certain that you want to get to the story of Hunter finally taking the Mistress’s cock followed by a golden cocktail over his head. I could not have asked for a better evening and I could feel the red wine pumping through my body and warming my flesh, specifically my pussy. I was horny and ready to dominate. Some days, all I want is to be pleased, but other days, I feel wild and crazy, ready to conquer and tame. Well, every day, I feel ready to conquer and tame, but tonight I was charged. It must have been the lamb. When we arrive at his house, the first thing I did was get into my strap on. I usually wait until later for that. I forgot to bring rope to tie his balls up, so I take off my black g-string panties and tie his balls up with my panties. This was so sexy to me because I had been wearing the panties all day, they were one of my favorite pairs, it was a far more intimate form of bondage and most importantly, I had never done that before. I do not know why, but I am happy I tried it out with a friend first. New experi