Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix - Sex Stories

Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix

... thing, I had never lived alone before and I was lonely. My new one-bedroom apartment was on the West Side of Manhattan. That place even had a little balcony, although from the fourth floor, there wasn't much to see beyond the surrounding buildings.

It was mostly already furnished, so I didn't have to move a lot of heavy items from my uncle's house in Maspeth, Queens. But when I got home, there was nobody or nothing there for me. I was amazed to realize that I even missed my old "roomie," my uncle, who owned that house across the river.

The quiet would get to me, and I'd play music a lot. Either that, or I would go out and wander the streets by myself.

I had gone through three boyfriends in a little over two years, and by then I didn't have one at all. My first, Paul, was still on a college newspaper with me, but he was involved with his new paramour, Donna.

Also, I had lost most of my female friends. The women I had met on the paper in 1974 had mostly graduated or moved on. Frankly, the novelty of writing for that publication had worn off by then.

So what did I do when I wasn't at school or working one of the domme jobs Gilda had set up for me? Well, I was feeling extremely horny, that was for sure. And I had amassed an impressive collection of dildos over the years, although none of them were electric. I was quite adept at moving them around inside my pussy to satisfy myself, so I did not need a mechanical assist.

Thus I masturbated -- a lot. In the ...

... apartment, besides my bed, I'd do it on the couch, the living room floor, the kitchen counter, even on the balcony at night. I got back into my old habit of using a ladies' room stall at City College. I'd even pull over while driving and have my way with myself -- in the daytime!

Of course, I was trying to fill an emotional hole with physical pleasure, which I had long known didn't work. After a few orgasms, I would relax and then that old sense of loneliness often overcame me.

Anyway, I'll describe three of the fantasies that preoccupied me during that period. They defy all sense of logic and plausibility. But then, the best fantasies always do. And they were much more elaborate than any I had before.

Be warned. Although I made up all of this, some of the punishments described are quite intense.

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My First Fantasy -- Criminal Justice

In the early 1970's, a number of states adopted corporal punishment as a way to deal with rising crime rates. Somehow they got around any Constitutional constraints on such things. It also saved a lot of money on the costs of jailing people for lesser crimes. In a day or two the person was released, and that was it. New York was one such state.

New York handled prostitution cases very quickly and efficiently. Every working girl in the city was aware of the procedure and many of them went through it eventually.

The sentence for the first offense was to be tied down on a spanking bench and paddled with a very solid piece of ...