Dominating the Dominatrix

Just a Girl and her John

Darya looked in the mirror and took in the image in front of her. She was in her Mistress D outfit. Black patent leather from neck to toe. Occasionally, depending on her client, she wore a hood. Other times she wore her hair in her signature slicked back high ponytail and a black leather mask which covered her eyes and nose. Tonight, she would be wearing her mask. Her John liked her ponytail.

The owner of the club she was in, Mistress Kala, had called her and said one of the regulars she had seen in the past was back in the city after being away two months. He was asking for her. She had been so grateful to get away from missing Dimi and knowing Magda was out, she jumped at the opportunity. Finding a way to forget her idiotic weak moment and losing her temper with Kostas had surfaced in her mind as a second solid excuse to take the gig.

She had blasted herself the entire way home for losing her cool with him. She had wanted to play it easy-breezy and instead, each time she was near him, her libido and her mouth were damn-near out of control. She needed to reign her emotions in and start being the calm and collected b***h she needed to be in order to reach the outcome she desired.

“Mistress, your client is ready for you now.” One of the guards came to the door of her dressing room.

“Thank you.” She lifted her mask from the vanity and secured it to her face with the two elastic bands making sure there was nothing which would allow it to slip. Despite her seeing the face of the man she dominated, he did not get to see hers. It was a hard limit for her and the men who came to her either accepted it or left. Given most of the times she was delivering exactly what they wanted and how they wanted it, nobody ever argued.

She turned on heel and made her way through the dimly lit corridors of the back rooms of the establishment. Each room was soundproofed and secure. A control room with cameras and guards who were armed was nearby and each room had a guard stationed at the door. Mistress Kala took the security of her women very seriously. Most of them were submissives and while rarely did a Dom ignore the utterance of a safe word, the guards on sight would put an end to anything the minute the word was spoken.

She gave a smile to the man at the door of her room. “Good evening.”

“Good evening, Mistress D. Please let me know if you require assistance.”

“I will,” she gave a half nod and entered the room through the door he held open for her.

She gave a nod to each of the cameras in the corners and then moved to the man standing in the middle of the room.

“Mr. John, good evening.”

“Mistress D,” he nodded at her, his eyes meeting hers for a moment. “It has been a while.”

“It has,” she agreed. He was standing wearing nothing but leather pants. His torso strong and thick. His hair was blonde and pushed off to one side but hung a bit unruly over his forehead. He was barefoot. She toured around him, letting her hands stroke his back, running them over the expanse of it. This was flesh she loved to mar. He healed fast she considered as she noted not a single wound was visible from their last interaction two months prior. In her boots she was at eyelevel to him which would put him right at six feet tall, she supposed as she rounded in front of him again and put her hands to his chest. He was staring her right in the eyes and she hauled off and smacked him hard in the face.

“I don’t believe I gave you permission for eye contact, Mr. John.”

“No ma’am,” he spoke in a whisper.

“Mr. John, you came here to see me and yet you forgot the rules within seconds.”

“I apologize Mistress. I couldn’t help myself. I forgot myself momentarily by the beauty of your eyes.”

She gave a dry laugh, “flattery, Mr. John?”

“Honesty,” he returned keeping his gaze to the floor.

“Safe word, Mr. John.”

“Ice cream.”

“Good, on your knees.” She didn’t watch him as he dropped to his knees with his back rigid, his shoulders square, and knees shoulder width apart. She moved to the table of the toys her client preferred. She lifted the flogger and walked back to him, the heels of her boots clicking on the tiled floors. There would be no carpet in this room. The rooms got hosed down the moment she left them. This man was going to make a mess, she was certain of it. He did have impressive stamina.

She dragged the flogger over his chest and noted on his knees his eyes were breast height. He licked his lips as he stared at the shiny black leather covered orbs. “See something you like, Mr. John.”

He nodded.

“Words Mr. John.”

“Yes ma’am. You look incredible in your outfit. It is mouth watering.” He had a southern drawl to his voice, a telltale sign he was letting loose of his buttoned up professional persona and was reverting back to his country boy roots.

She ran the flogger down his arm and motioned to her boot, “you may kiss it.”

He immediately bent at the waist and pressed his lips to her boot. She watched as he with perfect posture and his hands behind his waist put multiple kisses along her toes and ankles ensconced in the black boot.

“The other one too,” she ordered him and he happily obliged.

There was a time she struggled with this part of the job. In her day job she was a quiet, nerdy, woman who sheltered herself with her friends and very tight circle. Ordering people about and giving instructions and commands had not initially come easy to her. Now, she reveled in the power she held. This man wanted nothing more in his s*x life than to have a woman tell him what to do, how to do it and when to do it while she smacked him with a flogger or a paddle. The bossier she was, the harder his climax. The more pain she inflicted, the harder his climax. Finally, the harder he came under her command, when she returned to her dressing room, the harder she would come. While she never orgasmed in front of a client, she had no problem finishing herself in the quiet confines of her room. Yet, she always felt a moment of discomfort when they started.

She trailed the flogger over his backside which was high in the air as his lips made sucking noises on the toe of her boot. “More tongue, less sucking,” she ordered him coldly. She watched as the goosebumps rose on his flesh at her order. Without warning she brought the flogger onto his ass and he whimpered and began licking her boots all over.

“You were away too long, my pet,” she struck him again. “What should your punishment be?”

“Lashings ma’am?”

She smacked him again and then spoke, “stop.”

Immediately he was on his knees, his eyes staring at her middle again, not daring to look at her face. She tapped his n*****s gently with the flogger. “Did you miss me, my pet?”

“Yes mistress. This was the first stop I made once I landed.”

“Interesting.” She stepped back from him. “To the table.”

She could feel the excitement rolling off him as he moved to the table. A strange contraption, the table, she considered as the man folded his body over it and gripped the leather hand restraints. She got close to him and leaned over him, whispering in his ear, “I missed such a good boy too. Let’s see if you still know how to please me.”

It was all a game of course. Much of their dialogue repeated from session to session but it was what he paid for and she was making five grand cash tonight. Jinx would be eating steak. She paused as she considered she didn’t need the money anymore after signing her contract. She shoved the thought away. This was not the time.

She let her body hover over his only a fraction knowing he was turned on by how close she was yet not touching him. This man got off on the pain of “close but no cigar” s*x. If she had to guess, he had a domineering stepmother who had smacked him around but he’d wanted to f**k her bad. As she stood up, she brought the flogger down across his shoulder and he yelped with the action.

“Undo your pants, Mr. John.” She turned her back knowing this was what he was here for. He wanted to be spanked.

When she turned back, his leather pants were hanging low under his hard and firm ass. She walked to the table and grabbed the paddle. She used the paddle and reached around him and ever so slightly touched his p***s with it and heard the guttural groan he made. She never touched any man with her bare hands. She always had her leather gloves on and luckily some of them wanted her only to touch them with a device which was fine by her.

She rocked on her heels as she dragged the paddled around the front of his hips and then lifted it and delivered a resounding smack to his bare backside. Immediately it turned cherry red. She used the leather of the flogger to rub circles over it before she smacked him again with the paddle. Five smacks to each cheek and his yell with each tap increasingly loud.

She used the flogger to poke his now very erect shaft which was visible as he arched his ass away from the table. A string of come was on the end of the flogger and she trailed it over his abdomen. She leaned and whispered in his ear, “my pet, you seem to like your punishment a bit too much.”

“Yes Mistress D.”

“Perhaps I need to amp it up, make it less enjoyable?”

She knew already he was agreeable because it was not truly going to be less enjoyable for either of them.

“Rise.” She ordered him and he stood in front of her proudly, his c**k straining so hard she was surprised his foreskin hadn’t torn. He was definitely horny. “My pet, did you not get any release while you were away from me?”

“No.”

“All work and no play?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Tsk, tsk,” she clicked her tongue at him and pointed to the wall. “Go.” As he stepped past her to go to the wall where a thick corded ropes hung, she gave him another smack on the ass with the flogger. He jumped and she chuckled when she heard the hiss of satisfaction from him at the action. This one loved pain. She was going to give it to him.

She pulled the rope forward and he put his hands into the loop and she tugged it secure before moving to a wheeled contraption. Immediately his arms moved upwards and he was nearly suspended in front of the wall.

“What did you need, my pet? How can I help with your little problem?” she ran her hands all over his back and squeezed his backside tightly.

“I forgot you when I was gone,” he said suddenly. “Forgot all about you. Perhaps you should make it so I don’t forget when I leave this room again.”

Music to her ears. He was telling her he wanted the big whip. She leaned close and turned his head, pressing her lips to his cheek before drawing her tongue up his face. “How could you forget me, my pet?”

She walked back to her table and dropped the flogger and paddle and grabbed her whip. To an onlooker what she was grabbing looked similar to a bullwhip. Hers was specially crafted and contained a single tail. She walked back to him and saw his face was red as if struggling to control himself. He was going to come before she’d even started. She had a suspicion he truly had punished himself with abstinence the entire time he was out of the country as precum trailed his p***s.

She considered for a p***s it wasn’t the worst one she had seen but they were not the prettiest part of the male anatomy. She had one client who had a lipstick sized one and there was the other guy who only ever had it wrapped in a cage with spikes in it when she was in the room. He was a very strange fellow but what could she say? She was as odd for enjoying this as much as they did.

She trailed the end of her whip over his hard c**k and clicked her tongue. “You do not come until I say you come. Are we clear, Mr. John?”

“Yes Mistress.” His voice was hoarse. She purposefully dropped her whip and bent down in front of him, her ass high in the air. He gave a strangled noise at the display. “Do you like my ass in leather?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I like yours out of it,” she whispered naughtily before bringing the whip down over his chest. He screamed loudly at the action and as always, her immediate reaction was to halt but knew he was paying good money for her to continue.

He took ten strikes, five to his chest and five to his back, the ones to his back reaching his ass. He was covered in thick red welts, she was sure to never break flesh and on the last strike she leaned close to his ear and whispered, “you can come, my pet.”

Like she’d given permission for the Hoover Dam to erupt, the man ejaculated with such force it hit the ceiling of the room, spurting as his hips rocked back and forth from his tiptoed, nearly dangling body. She almost laughed at the amount of ejaculate coating the room. It was everywhere. He’d even hit the table six feet away. She stroked his hair off his forehead, “how do you feel, pet?”

“More.” He whispered hoarsely. “One more round and I’ll triple tonight’s wages.”

She looked to the cameras and noted less than a minute later the green light over her door. It seems Mistress Kala was giving the okay to tie up the room for another hour.

“Same game or something new?” she asked as she loosened his ropes.

He shook his head. “Same but,” he didn’t meet her eyes, “use the flogger on my balls.”

This was definitely new for him but she was not there to judge. It was in their contract but he’d never asked for it before. She leaned over and kissed his cheek warmly and reassuringly. “You are safe here, Mr. John. Whatever you want from your pre-approved list is game. Now. Let’s get you back into a different position.” She motioned to the table. “How do you feel about being splayed out on your back while I beat the supreme f**k out of you with my toys?”

“I think, my mistress, I would love nothing more.”

A little over an hour later in the confines of her dressing room, Darya stripped her outfit off and left it and her boots to be specially cleaned by the housekeeping staff. She took a hot shower and made quick work of her own s****l frustration with her hands. After she was dressed and feeling as if she had worked out heaps of frustration, mentally, physically, and sexually, she collected her belongings and called her ride-share to take her home.

She exited the room and was met with Mistress Kala coming down the hall.

“Darya, I think I came watching that,” the woman grinned at her before pushing an envelope in her hands. She whispered, “I really think he abstained from orgasm since the last time he was here. I can’t go six hours and he went months.”

Darya giggled at her as she tucked the envelope into her bra. “His pain, my pleasure. He made quite a mess.”

“Four times,” she dropped an arm around Darya’s waist. “If you ever want to work full time, I promise, they will line up for you.”

“Nah. I’m good. Part time is enough.”

“Day or night, if you want to come in, the door is always open.”

“Thanks Kala,” she accepted her hug and then made her way outside to wait for her ride.

As she stood there waiting, she found her mind once again flitting to Kostas. What would have been his response to watching her do as she had done tonight? He was a domineering possessive alpha male, like his BFF Miklos. She had a feeling he’d be pissed. It wasn’t as if his opinion mattered anyway, she reassured herself, pushing aside the phrasing which had been echoing in her head since the club when he said she was his. No. Kostas Masalis was never going to claim her. There would be no dominating of this dominatrix. No way. No chance. No how.