I was a dominatrix....

....for six-and-a-half minutes.'

No me:) 

A reader sent this to me (she couldn't remember which publication she saw it in) I decided to share it with you.

Let me take you back a bit. When I was on the apps I met a guy who made out as though he was a dominant type, which I enjoy. He also sent me some peen pics which turned out to be rather misleading (it’s all in the angle taken, I’ve discovered).

When we eventually hooked up, he was a small, sweet tech nerd who was trying out something new. His spanking (of me) was unconvincing, and the night fizzed into nothingness. But he continued to contact me and ended up asking me to ‘Domme’ (dominate) him. He wanted to be spanked, choked and degraded. He even offered to cum in a shot glass and then drink it, which I thought was quite specific (and a little icky).

But being a Dominant wasn’t my jam.

He persisted and begged and whined. I said no. This seemed to turn him on. Then he offered me money. I said no again

The demands eventually petered out and I forgot about it. Months went by and I found myself out of work for the week, at a loose end, with some rather large bills. He popped up out of the blue as those app boys often do, and he asked me again. He said all he wanted was ten minutes and he would give me $100.

I thought about it.

I had never Dommed anyone, and maybe it was time to tick that off the sex bucket list. And, what harm could it do?

I messaged him: I’m not going to fuck you.

Ok.

You are not to touch me.

Ok.

You are to do whatever I tell you to do.

Ok.

This went on for a while, anyway, spoiler alert, he agreed to everything I said.

So here we are, in the bright light of 1pm on a random Wednesday, me dressed for an office I was not attending, heels and pencil skirt. Him with his back against the wall with his pants down and a hard-on. The $100 note was on the bed.

The deal was he would masturbate in front of me, cum, and then leave. Easy.

I like to think I’m quite the actress and I enjoyed my new power role. I paced back and forth yelling out instructions and he obeyed with gusto. I choked him a bit couldn't do it much, slapped his bum that was easy enough, then sat in a chair across from him, legs open panties visible, just watching. I thought the more into it I was, the quicker he would be, and then I could get on with my day, which involved mowing the lawn, doing some washing and hammering a few hooks into the wall. Exciting, huh?

He was wanking furiously, I was stony cold looking as strict as I could manage, and in about six-and-a-half minutes, he came in his hand.

I said he was a good boy and told him to go clean up and leave. I stayed upstairs and just pointed him towards to the front door, dommes don't show people out. He said, ‘thank you’ and left.

And that was it.

I put my activewear back on and got to work with my domestic chores, a grubby hungey in my back pocket.

Would I do it again? Probably not. Unless I got another week layoff and short on cash:)

But somewhere deep down my inner schoolmarm really did enjoy it.

It’s fun to be in charge.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Hermione found the article here.