Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix - Sex Stories

Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix

... street towards home. I considered just quitting and not telling my uncle. It was summer; I'd go to the Rockaways or some such place each day. That wouldn't work because he'd see that I hadn't put my uniform on for my shift.

When I got home, I undressed and looked at myself in the mirror. My behind had been completely reddened, and I had a few smack marks on the backs of my thighs. I audibly cursed the arrogance of my boss and what he had done to me.

I wondered about my old hooking deals and offering McGregor a blowjob, perhaps, if he'd just let me do as I pleased. Then I thought,Yech, I've turned tricks with some unattractive guys, but he's just beyond consideration.

My guess was that I'd get those two additional spankings and then I'd be fired if I didn't straighten out my work habits. I rubbed my sore ass again and thought,Okay, Nora, you're backed into a corner now. You've got to behave yourself for as long as you have to work there. With any luck, I'd find something different soon.

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Of course, I wasn't really at the restaurant; I was in my apartment masturbating like crazy. It was a great fantasy because all of the details were so accurate. Overall, it was quite an elaborate scenario.

In truth, I would often get aroused during a hand spanking (or even something harder) and my pussy would be soaking wet at that end. Does that make me a masochist as well as a sadist too?

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If one is reading my fantasies from my period as a dominatrix, one ...

... might understand that I was -- what would I call it? reverse projecting? -- my professional activities back onto myself. I felt guilty about inflicting punishments upon my clients, and therefore I had to imagine being punished myself.

Of course, all of my clients were paying quite handsomely to have themselves put into my hands. Sometimes that was quite literal if they wanted me to spank them by hand, usually over my knees. Did they enjoy it all, even the guys I used an implement on? Well, a surprising number -- I'd say over half of them -- would get an erection during a session.

If they did, they sometimes wanted to masturbate at the end of a session and have me watch them wank themselves. They could do that if they had paid extra ahead of time. Of course, if they hadn't planned on doing it, I could simply collect cash from them on the spot.

It was the only time I would handle money myself, and it reminded me of the old days when I was a freelance hooker. I always faithfully told Gilda about the money I had received and gave her the full amount the next time I saw her. Despite being a whore, I was honest when it came to money.

A few johns wanted a handjob or even a blowjob from me to relieve their blue balls. Well, that was just too bad for them. Dealing directly with their semen was something I definitely didn't do any longer.

I've already mentioned a few hapless customers who ejaculated into my lap when I was spanking them over my knees. They couldn't help ...