Hello, my name is r and these are the stories of my servitude to Mistress Dominique Domme.
The e-mail from my Mistress was straightforward “Here are your instructions. Arrive wearing a bra, g-string, garter belt, nylons, dress and heels. Call when you arrive. Do not be late, Do you understand?” It sent a chill down my spine.
Not wanting to endure Her unsparing punishment i prepared for the session. i Shaved, applied make-up, slid into sexy pink thong panties and matching padded bra, white fishnet stockings and garter, and a sequined white mini-dress. Four inch black pumps and a pink silk wrap finished the outfit.
i called when i arrived i was curtly told, “your three minutes late” and was ordered to get out of my car and stand on the sidewalk for 3 minutes for the many passing cars to look at. Uncompromisingly Mistress then ordered me to walk down the street to cross at the crosswalk. It was so demeaning as four lanes of stopped traffic watched me cross the street dressed like a little slut, my cheeks burned red as the “come fuck me” stilettos swung my hips and ass back and forth in a sexy rhythm.
Entering the studio i was commanded to kneel at Mistress’s feet and explain my disobedience and bad behaviour while i kissed Her boots. i shamefully recounted how i had disobeyed Her and arrived late. She growled "I will cure your bad behaviour as i crawled into Her candlelit studio.
As i crawled i took a quick peek at Mistress. She is exquisite, one of the most beautiful women i have ever seen. She was dressed in red lacy underwear with a slit up each leg that ended with three little diamonds, a black leather corset and 9 inch stiletto leather boots now covered with my red lipstick kisses. She was stunningly beautiful and my heart ached each time i took a furtive glance at Her.
Kneeling on all fours She pulled my dress and commanded that i raise my ass in the air. The stinging slaps of her hand on my skin were a reminder of her power and dominance reminding me of the spankings my mother used to give me when i was a bad boy -my humiliation burned in my mind as She worked my little ass with paddles and floggers warming it to the same heat as my mind. As She colored my ass red She verbally reminded me that I was a little slut and in need of punishment. Grinning She stopped and offered me a choice of three glasses from which to drink. The glass i chose was full of her golden nectar and as i drank it down She gazed at me with a superior grin. “Did you enjoy your drink?” She asked. Sheepishly, i thanked Mistress for the pleasure of drinking Her salty warm golden nectar. Reinforcing that She owned me.
Mistress then ordered me on the spanking bench where my ankles and wrists were tightly bound. Mistress leaned over and whispered softly in my ear asking me ‘’why am I punishing you?’’ i had to again tell her how bad i had been. Mistress continued her precise CP - each harsh stroke designed to make me flinch in pain and demonstrate Her displeasure and Her power over me. i cried out begging Mistress to stop. She angrily said ‘’did I give you permission to speak? Ask me if you may speak.’’ Shamed, i knew i did not have permission and respectfully asked for permission. Mistress laughed and emphatically denied me permission and continued to flog my ass watching as i squirmed unable to escape. Mistress is a severe disciplinarian. As i cried out again, She said ‘’did I give you permission to speak?’’ i knew i was in trouble and shook my head silently acknowledging my disobedience, knowing that i was soon to face Her pitiless reprisal. Mistress knows i do not like things in my mouth and as i lay there helplessly bound She jammed a fat plug into my mouth and strapped it around my neck. “That should keep you from talking and teach you how to obey simple commands”. My mouth full of silicon cock She proceeded to heartily cane me artfully, sadistically alternating between hard swings across my ass and legs with direct shots to my balls and cock which were caught against the spanking bench. i tried to beg forgiveness but the plug in my mouth muted me and reduced me to a moaning mess… Mistress was highly amused and asked “Do you like being gagged? Are you learning not to try to gain my attention with your bad behaviour?” Swish the cane caught my balls and as the pain debilitated me She demanded i immediately answer Her. i tried to answer Her but talking made me gag on the plug as it slid further down my throat. i was so ashamed as She mocked me with her stinging barbs. It felt like a lifetime as She joyfully used Her cane, paddles, hands and floggers on my ass mercilessly and hard. All the time She taunted me - reminding me that i was Her little whore, Her little slut and that i was being punished and trained, demanding i answer Her taunts and laughing as i choked on my answers lying face first in a pool of my drool. To add insult to my predicament Mistress leaned over and showed me a permanent sharpie marker and then wrote“i am a Slut!” across my red flaming ass. She continued with my corporal punishment and demanded “Do you think you deserve to remain on the spanking bench for the whole session? Do you want to stay on the spanking bench?" i mumbled “No” causing Her to guffaw at me and continue my punishment – i went weak as jolting searing white heat pain coursed through my body and mind and i now faced the prospect it would not end soon. i tried to brace against Her repeated strokes to no avail and i choked on the gag as i begged for mercy – Mistress was inflicting Her will on my body and i was helpless to stop Her. Reinforcing that She owned me.
Mistress released me and my hopes rose that the session was coming to an end. Mistress ordered me to kneel and again offered for me to choose one of the remaining glasses – again it was full of Her warm golden nectar and i drank it down thankful for the opportunity to drink Her piss wanting only to please Mistress. She flashed a radiant, mocking grin at me blinding me with Her feline, dangerous, gold eyes. In that one look we both knew that i was a submissive, pathetic little slut that was prepared to do anything Mistress commanded. Reinforcing that She owned me.
Mistress then took off my dress, slip, bra and panties. Kneeling naked except for the garter, stockings and stilettos She smiled at me and took a long red rope off the wall. Starting around my neck she firmly bound me wrapping the rope around my chest and between my legs and through the cuffs on my wrists. When She was finished Mistress said “Try to bend over you little slut” i was unable to bend over and could not move - physically restrained and helpless. She grabbed my hair and pulled me straight up. As She walked across the studio i stared at the beauty of Mistress She is poetry in motion and was drop dead gorgeous in Her black leather and red lace underwear. She returned with a box of clothes pegs. Looking me with cruel sparkling eyes Mistress began to attach the pegs on my cock creating a porcupine of pegs. i flinched as She attached each peg the pain shooting up the length of my shaft and She coyly smiled at my every gasp ridiculing my helplessness, knowing what She had in store for me. Not satisfied with Her work Mistress pinched my nipples and then attached pegs to both. i caught my breath and tried not to cry out in pain as She squeezed the pegs hard on my nipples and lifted me up, pulling me further than i could stretch from my knees. i can still hear Her laughter and see the smile of pure joy on Her face. My eyes never left Mistress as She inflicted Her ruthless pleasures on my nipples. But She wasn’t close to being finished. Mistress brought out an18 inch piece of thin bamboo and i felt a sense of relief as what could She possible do with a little twig. Oh was i wrong. Systematically and perversely She bent the bamboo and snapped it across the pegs on my cock and nipples. i begged and pleaded for mercy, the searing pain was unbearable and intense. Like a surgeon She snapped the bamboo and i yelped and cried out in agony – promising Mistress my mind, my body my soul, promising Her anything She wanted. And in response She continued to look at me with a knowing superior smile on Her face. Reinforcing that She owned me.
What happened next was a first for me. Mistress removed the pegs from my nipples and then poured hot wax on my aching throbbing tender nipples sending agonizing spasms to the core of my being. Bound tightly i was unable to do anything but bite on my lip trying not to give Mistress the satisfaction of showing my hurt. She then poured hot wax on the bite marks left by the pegs on my tormented cock i bent over in searing pain only to be restrained by the rope pulling against my neck and balls. i could no longer restrain myself and screamed and whimpered. Mistress murmured in my ear telling me what a good little whore i was and how much She was enjoying herself and then She flogged my nipples and cock and my head swam as endorphins rushed through my body - reinforcing that She owned me.
The rope was removed and i was offered the third and last glass. i greedily drank down Her golden nectar like it was fine wine only wanting to please Mistress. She ordered me to kneel on all fours. Mistress then blindfolded me and a leash and collar went around my neck and i was led me to the bathroom and into the tub and onto my back naked, blindfolded, collared and alone in the dark as She shut the door and left me there to thoughts dominated by Her beauty and sadism. i do not know how long i was there deprived on sight and sound but finally, to my relief, Mistress returned. i felt her foot on my mouth and i quickly tried to kiss Her foot. But before i had a chance the foot was gone and She sharply told me “You do not deserve the pleasure of kissing my feet, you have been very bad, this is a close to them as you are going to get” - denying me of one of my greatest pleasures - worshiping Her lovely feet and cute toes. My thoughts of relief were pure folly as no sooner had She withdrawn her foot than i felt the hot stream of her golden nectar as She pissed all over my face and chest and then left the room closing the door behind her. Again, i obediently lay there in the tub, blindfolded, collared - this time in a pool of Her golden nectar. i lay there with the shameful knowledge that She had scornfully and contemptuously stood over me and showered me with Her piss. Reinforcing that She owned me - demonstrating that she could do as She pleased.
Time passed and Mistress returned with instructions. “Get dressed and go home. You are not allowed to shower for one hour during which i want you to smell and sit in my golden nectar. Feel the stickiness of it. you will reflect on your bad behaviour. Do you understand?” i quickly replied with a “Yes Mistress I understand”. “i hope you have learned some lessons tonight and that you understand that you will always show your respect and servitude to me”. Words that reinforced that She owned me.
i thought we were done but not so. As i left the session Mistress again made me walk the long way back to my car and along the way i was to wave to drivers and people walking on the sidewalk. Two of them were hunky guys and i had to smile and wave at them as they looked me up and down. i was terrorized that they may stop to talk to me asking me to perform things that Mistress’s little slut should do for a couple of guys. And all the while Mistress watched and laughed at my discomfort knowing that i could not resist Her, could not disobey Her orders and commands. She had made her points and reinforced that She owned me.
She owns me in so many ways.
r
The e-mail from my Mistress was straightforward “Here are your instructions. Arrive wearing a bra, g-string, garter belt, nylons, dress and heels. Call when you arrive. Do not be late, Do you understand?” It sent a chill down my spine.
Not wanting to endure Her unsparing punishment i prepared for the session. i Shaved, applied make-up, slid into sexy pink thong panties and matching padded bra, white fishnet stockings and garter, and a sequined white mini-dress. Four inch black pumps and a pink silk wrap finished the outfit.
i called when i arrived i was curtly told, “your three minutes late” and was ordered to get out of my car and stand on the sidewalk for 3 minutes for the many passing cars to look at. Uncompromisingly Mistress then ordered me to walk down the street to cross at the crosswalk. It was so demeaning as four lanes of stopped traffic watched me cross the street dressed like a little slut, my cheeks burned red as the “come fuck me” stilettos swung my hips and ass back and forth in a sexy rhythm.
Entering the studio i was commanded to kneel at Mistress’s feet and explain my disobedience and bad behaviour while i kissed Her boots. i shamefully recounted how i had disobeyed Her and arrived late. She growled "I will cure your bad behaviour as i crawled into Her candlelit studio.
As i crawled i took a quick peek at Mistress. She is exquisite, one of the most beautiful women i have ever seen. She was dressed in red lacy underwear with a slit up each leg that ended with three little diamonds, a black leather corset and 9 inch stiletto leather boots now covered with my red lipstick kisses. She was stunningly beautiful and my heart ached each time i took a furtive glance at Her.
Kneeling on all fours She pulled my dress and commanded that i raise my ass in the air. The stinging slaps of her hand on my skin were a reminder of her power and dominance reminding me of the spankings my mother used to give me when i was a bad boy -my humiliation burned in my mind as She worked my little ass with paddles and floggers warming it to the same heat as my mind. As She colored my ass red She verbally reminded me that I was a little slut and in need of punishment. Grinning She stopped and offered me a choice of three glasses from which to drink. The glass i chose was full of her golden nectar and as i drank it down She gazed at me with a superior grin. “Did you enjoy your drink?” She asked. Sheepishly, i thanked Mistress for the pleasure of drinking Her salty warm golden nectar. Reinforcing that She owned me.
Mistress then ordered me on the spanking bench where my ankles and wrists were tightly bound. Mistress leaned over and whispered softly in my ear asking me ‘’why am I punishing you?’’ i had to again tell her how bad i had been. Mistress continued her precise CP - each harsh stroke designed to make me flinch in pain and demonstrate Her displeasure and Her power over me. i cried out begging Mistress to stop. She angrily said ‘’did I give you permission to speak? Ask me if you may speak.’’ Shamed, i knew i did not have permission and respectfully asked for permission. Mistress laughed and emphatically denied me permission and continued to flog my ass watching as i squirmed unable to escape. Mistress is a severe disciplinarian. As i cried out again, She said ‘’did I give you permission to speak?’’ i knew i was in trouble and shook my head silently acknowledging my disobedience, knowing that i was soon to face Her pitiless reprisal. Mistress knows i do not like things in my mouth and as i lay there helplessly bound She jammed a fat plug into my mouth and strapped it around my neck. “That should keep you from talking and teach you how to obey simple commands”. My mouth full of silicon cock She proceeded to heartily cane me artfully, sadistically alternating between hard swings across my ass and legs with direct shots to my balls and cock which were caught against the spanking bench. i tried to beg forgiveness but the plug in my mouth muted me and reduced me to a moaning mess… Mistress was highly amused and asked “Do you like being gagged? Are you learning not to try to gain my attention with your bad behaviour?” Swish the cane caught my balls and as the pain debilitated me She demanded i immediately answer Her. i tried to answer Her but talking made me gag on the plug as it slid further down my throat. i was so ashamed as She mocked me with her stinging barbs. It felt like a lifetime as She joyfully used Her cane, paddles, hands and floggers on my ass mercilessly and hard. All the time She taunted me - reminding me that i was Her little whore, Her little slut and that i was being punished and trained, demanding i answer Her taunts and laughing as i choked on my answers lying face first in a pool of my drool. To add insult to my predicament Mistress leaned over and showed me a permanent sharpie marker and then wrote“i am a Slut!” across my red flaming ass. She continued with my corporal punishment and demanded “Do you think you deserve to remain on the spanking bench for the whole session? Do you want to stay on the spanking bench?" i mumbled “No” causing Her to guffaw at me and continue my punishment – i went weak as jolting searing white heat pain coursed through my body and mind and i now faced the prospect it would not end soon. i tried to brace against Her repeated strokes to no avail and i choked on the gag as i begged for mercy – Mistress was inflicting Her will on my body and i was helpless to stop Her. Reinforcing that She owned me.
Mistress released me and my hopes rose that the session was coming to an end. Mistress ordered me to kneel and again offered for me to choose one of the remaining glasses – again it was full of Her warm golden nectar and i drank it down thankful for the opportunity to drink Her piss wanting only to please Mistress. She flashed a radiant, mocking grin at me blinding me with Her feline, dangerous, gold eyes. In that one look we both knew that i was a submissive, pathetic little slut that was prepared to do anything Mistress commanded. Reinforcing that She owned me.
Mistress then took off my dress, slip, bra and panties. Kneeling naked except for the garter, stockings and stilettos She smiled at me and took a long red rope off the wall. Starting around my neck she firmly bound me wrapping the rope around my chest and between my legs and through the cuffs on my wrists. When She was finished Mistress said “Try to bend over you little slut” i was unable to bend over and could not move - physically restrained and helpless. She grabbed my hair and pulled me straight up. As She walked across the studio i stared at the beauty of Mistress She is poetry in motion and was drop dead gorgeous in Her black leather and red lace underwear. She returned with a box of clothes pegs. Looking me with cruel sparkling eyes Mistress began to attach the pegs on my cock creating a porcupine of pegs. i flinched as She attached each peg the pain shooting up the length of my shaft and She coyly smiled at my every gasp ridiculing my helplessness, knowing what She had in store for me. Not satisfied with Her work Mistress pinched my nipples and then attached pegs to both. i caught my breath and tried not to cry out in pain as She squeezed the pegs hard on my nipples and lifted me up, pulling me further than i could stretch from my knees. i can still hear Her laughter and see the smile of pure joy on Her face. My eyes never left Mistress as She inflicted Her ruthless pleasures on my nipples. But She wasn’t close to being finished. Mistress brought out an18 inch piece of thin bamboo and i felt a sense of relief as what could She possible do with a little twig. Oh was i wrong. Systematically and perversely She bent the bamboo and snapped it across the pegs on my cock and nipples. i begged and pleaded for mercy, the searing pain was unbearable and intense. Like a surgeon She snapped the bamboo and i yelped and cried out in agony – promising Mistress my mind, my body my soul, promising Her anything She wanted. And in response She continued to look at me with a knowing superior smile on Her face. Reinforcing that She owned me.
What happened next was a first for me. Mistress removed the pegs from my nipples and then poured hot wax on my aching throbbing tender nipples sending agonizing spasms to the core of my being. Bound tightly i was unable to do anything but bite on my lip trying not to give Mistress the satisfaction of showing my hurt. She then poured hot wax on the bite marks left by the pegs on my tormented cock i bent over in searing pain only to be restrained by the rope pulling against my neck and balls. i could no longer restrain myself and screamed and whimpered. Mistress murmured in my ear telling me what a good little whore i was and how much She was enjoying herself and then She flogged my nipples and cock and my head swam as endorphins rushed through my body - reinforcing that She owned me.
The rope was removed and i was offered the third and last glass. i greedily drank down Her golden nectar like it was fine wine only wanting to please Mistress. She ordered me to kneel on all fours. Mistress then blindfolded me and a leash and collar went around my neck and i was led me to the bathroom and into the tub and onto my back naked, blindfolded, collared and alone in the dark as She shut the door and left me there to thoughts dominated by Her beauty and sadism. i do not know how long i was there deprived on sight and sound but finally, to my relief, Mistress returned. i felt her foot on my mouth and i quickly tried to kiss Her foot. But before i had a chance the foot was gone and She sharply told me “You do not deserve the pleasure of kissing my feet, you have been very bad, this is a close to them as you are going to get” - denying me of one of my greatest pleasures - worshiping Her lovely feet and cute toes. My thoughts of relief were pure folly as no sooner had She withdrawn her foot than i felt the hot stream of her golden nectar as She pissed all over my face and chest and then left the room closing the door behind her. Again, i obediently lay there in the tub, blindfolded, collared - this time in a pool of Her golden nectar. i lay there with the shameful knowledge that She had scornfully and contemptuously stood over me and showered me with Her piss. Reinforcing that She owned me - demonstrating that she could do as She pleased.
Time passed and Mistress returned with instructions. “Get dressed and go home. You are not allowed to shower for one hour during which i want you to smell and sit in my golden nectar. Feel the stickiness of it. you will reflect on your bad behaviour. Do you understand?” i quickly replied with a “Yes Mistress I understand”. “i hope you have learned some lessons tonight and that you understand that you will always show your respect and servitude to me”. Words that reinforced that She owned me.
i thought we were done but not so. As i left the session Mistress again made me walk the long way back to my car and along the way i was to wave to drivers and people walking on the sidewalk. Two of them were hunky guys and i had to smile and wave at them as they looked me up and down. i was terrorized that they may stop to talk to me asking me to perform things that Mistress’s little slut should do for a couple of guys. And all the while Mistress watched and laughed at my discomfort knowing that i could not resist Her, could not disobey Her orders and commands. She had made her points and reinforced that She owned me.
She owns me in so many ways.
r
