Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix - Sex Stories

Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix

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Now all I had to do was think of a plausible story to tell my uncle when he came home later that day. He was used to me being out all night without calling to say where I was. He would, however, have some pointed questions when he saw the manner in which I tried to sit down.

Fortunately, I got home quite a bit before he did, and I went upstairs to examine myself in the mirror. My behind was bruised purple in two circles in the middle of my butt cheeks. The flesh around those was bright red.

I took a shower, put on a nightgown, and went downstairs to get a drink. Then I lay face down on my bed. I'd be sleeping that way for some time to come.

Then I realized that my sham trial had some benefits. I had no idea what bail would have been set or if I could have paid it. For sure, with this system there was no need to spend time on Riker's Island or some such place. And apparently, my first conviction didn't really count against me.

Maybe it was worth the sore ass I had.

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Do you think that fantasy is more than a bit perverse? How do I come up with these tales? Maybe I should submit spanking stories to some sleazy magazine and get paid for it. There's the money angle again.

Yet it's surprising how well it works for me when I think about it during masturbation. The first time I tried it, I climaxed at the point when I went over the trestle for my paddling.

I had to put my trusty dildo down and rest up for a short while. Then I started where I left ...

... off and I climaxed again during the bare rear-end portion of the scenario. I've used it several times; it's one of my go-to plots when I need to bang myself.

You may think it's very strange for a young lady like me to have such thoughts. Well, maybe you don't know what really goes on in many if not most female minds. There are often some very intense feelings in us that may come out with the right stimuli. I'm sure I felt guilty about my first stint as an amateur hooker, and then again as a semi-professional dominatrix. That's the impetus for my thoughts and fantasies about being physically punished, spanked, and beaten for my sins.

Yet I know prostitution is wrong and I told myself that I will be out of it in ten months, just like I did the last time. But it's hard to walk away from all that cash. I've earned money the legitimate way, in offices, fast food joints, retail stores. Those offer hard work, long hours, and they don't pay very well.

So I suppose I'm not a good, nice girl and I never will truly be one. I hope when I'm out of the business again in mid-1977, I can go back to the sort of normal life I had for two years. I'm not becoming a nun, however, in the way I behave. All I want is to find a guy who loves me, which is surprisingly hard to do.

I'll leave off with a Dorothy Parker quote: "If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to." Well, he gave some to me at times and I'm not proud of myself.

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