For many years I have harboured the fantasy of visiting a dominatrix, those beautiful but forbidding creatures. I suppose I am a submissive and crave the direction of a strong woman. One day I was scrolling down a page on the internet, when my eye alighted on a gorgeous lady with long flowing deep blond hair and an hour glass figure. So I plucked up my courage and made the telephone call. A sweet lilting voice at once comforted my anxiety, and reassured me by offering me an induction course on the joys of tied and teased. The Goddess assured me there would be nothing too painful on my first visit and we agreed a “safe word”.
My session began and I was commanded to remove all clothing followed by being bound and restrained. The Goddess in her high heels towered above me, but smiled as my member moved smartly to the perpendicular, more rigidly than for many years. “You will not come except at my command” she said. I was gently spanked by hand then a paddle, but though I was in ecstasy I did not ejaculate. Strangely I felt secure and happy and begged for some harsher treatment. The goddess stroked my face and told me to be calm, but she then gently squeezed my nipples. “Next time I shall use the nipple clamps on you and maybe my light cane.” The Goddess then bent a light cane across her shapely breasts, which somehow drove me wild, though the Goddess merely looked closely at me without touching my body. At the end of the session, I fear that I could no longer hold back the rising tide: “you are a naughty boy”, she said, “but you have done well for a beginner!”
Having fixed a further appointment, I left the temple a very happy fellow with a new chapter in the experience of life opening before me.