The Dominatrix - Sex Stories

The Dominatrix

... was a very ordinary looking guy in his mid-thirties or so, a little pudgy. I had no idea what guys who were into this sort of thing looked like, but I guess his ordinariness still surprised me.

"Dog!" Alexandra addressed him, "Stand up straight! Look at me! You will henceforth call me Mistress Alexandra. My assistant here is Mistress Victoria.You do not have a name because nobody cares who you are. If we need to address you, we will call you Dog. For the next hour you are to do exactly as you are told. Is that clear enough for your simple mind?"

God she was good at this stuff. She was almost unrecognizable as the soft and gentle woman who had bedded me just a day ago.

The guy was cringing by now. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I told you I wasn't cut out for this. Humiliating a client goes against all my professional instincts. But I had a role to play, so I stifled my emotions as best I could.

"Take off your clothes, Dog," she ordered him. He kept his eyes averted from us as he obeyed. Hmm. He looked to me like he could use more exercise. Office worker, maybe?

"Kneel, Dog, Crawl over and kiss Mistress Victoria's feet. Tell her you are her slave, and she can do with you as she wishes."

I did my best to look haughty and arrogant and in charge while the poor bastard did as he was told. At least I gave him the tops of my feet to kiss rather than the soles.

And so it went. Alexandra put him through one humiliating act after another. She ...

... handcuffed him and had him bend over while we took turns spanking him. She made him face the wall while she deftly wielded her whip. My main job seemed to be to shove him into the positions she demanded whilst looking disgusted with him. Amazingly he remained completely expressionless through it all.

At one point she had him on his back, spreadeagled on a board. We cuffed his hands and feet to the board with built-in straps. Alexandra took a set of cup-shaped glasses and held each one briefly over a candle and then stuck the open end on his chest and belly. As the air in the cup cooled and contracted the cup sealed itself to his body and raised red welts. He winced, but never said a word.

I kept reminding myself that he was paying for this.

As the end of the session neared, Alexandra strapped him to the board again. She promptly sat on his chest and shoved her pussy in his face.

"Does this arouse you, Dog?" she asked. He nodded. "You animal!" she shouted. "How dare you! Mistress Victoria, watch his cock. Whip it if it stirs."

She unzipped the front of her suit and gave him a good look at her beautifully formed breasts, glistening with perspiration from her efforts. I enjoyed the view myself, but then I saw the guy's cock begin to move.

Shit. As delicately as I could, I used my whip. Dammit, that only made things worse. His cock was growing fast. All my instincts cried out for me to help it along, maybe caress or suck it until he came. For a moment in indecision, I ...