The Dominatrix by Krystal

The Dominatrix by Krystal

I need to find the right one to dominate. Someone that is willing to do anything I say, without the least bit of hesitation. I want someone who is as submissive as she is dominant. This woman has to also know exactly what to do when I control her, and she cannot back down. She can’t be a chicken when it comes to S & M; she has to abide the rules, and deal with the sexual pain that I oh, so want to inflict upon her. I have to find her, but where should I begin my quest?
There was a new bar that just opened in downtown New York, not far from my condominium. I wanted to go, but at first, there was no one free to tag along with. Luckily, Kevin called me, telling me of his boredom, and how he wanted to find a great place for him and his wife to swap. I told him of the bar downtown and reluctantly agreed. “I can’t wait for this,” he said. “Kristin had this itch for another man to quench her desires, as am I for another woman to get me off.” Though I didn’t want to hear about my cousin’s sexual needs, I had no choice but to listen. I had no one else to talk to. I look out the window of his BMW, and see the new bar up ahead: “The Hot Spot”. “Hot Spot, huh? Obvious name, don’t you think?” he asked me and his impatient wife. “Yeah…” I just hope that there’s someone in that building that is willing to be under my power tonight. I couldn’t wait a minute longer to begin my search.
I needed it. I craved it.
As we walked in, I looked around. I’m met with young locals, chatting it up with their partners, and drinking up their martinis and Bloody Mary’s. I walked up to the booth, and sat on the stool. I asked for a gin and tonic, and waited for it to be served. Looking around again, I see Kevin and Kristin talking to two strangers, possibly their prey for the evening. As I continue to look around the room, somebody immediately caught my eye. From the corner of my eye, I see a beautiful woman wearing a tight little black dress. Her hair was cascading down to the small of her back with little tresses over her face. She walks to her reserved table and sits down, crossing her lovely long legs. I bite my lower lip and shift on the stool, trying my damndest to hide my rising bulge. “Here you go, miss,” said a waiter bringing her a bowl of strawberries with a glass cup of whipped cream. I watch her instinctively: her every breath, her every move, her every passing glance at me. She gave me a wink, and turned back to her bowl of fruit and cream. She dips one strawberry in the cool cream, and brought it to her mouth. Looking at me again, she takes a bite out of it, and oh, my God how her face looked when the flavor exploded into her mouth…
Without me knowing, I was walking towards the brunette vixen, and stood across from her. “Excuse me…” I began. “Is this seat taken?” She pulls up a chair, and looks up at me with a near impish smile. “It is now…” I sit next to her, not taking my eyes off of the woman for a second. The only thing that I’m hopefully certain about is her being the one I’m looking for. We talk. She becomes very open in our conversation, and I have nothing in my power to stop her. She tells me things that interest me deeply like: “do you pleasure yourself in the shower?” “What’s your favorite position during sex?” and the question which I call the “billion dollar question” was: “Are you into sado-masochism?” A smile crept up into my lips, and I nod. “Yes, I am as a matter of fact. Are you?” “Very much so.” That’s all she had to say as she popped another cream filled strawberry into her mouth. I lean in, and I whisper: “I’ve been looking for someone that’s interested in that type of sex play. If you’d like, we could go back to my plac—““That won’t be necessary. I prefer to be in my own atmosphere. How about…we take a limo to my place. Are you game?” I take one of her strawberries, and dip it into the cream. I suckle at it with the same wicked smile on my face. “How can I say no to that offer?” “Then let’s go…” She gets up, and walks to the door. I turn around and watch her every step; her figure wrapped around that dress was phenomenal, and just by looking at her walking away almost made me lose control.
Finally, we’re in her limo; a nice one at that. I can feel the heat of her body next to me, and I turn to her. She leans into me, and grabs me by my collar. “Have you ever done this before?” I look her in her cat-like brown eyes, and shake my head. “If you were looking for someone to dominate, how are you, when you don’t even know what to do?” “I think I got the gist of it…” “No you don’t…I’m gonna show you what it’s like to be dominated. Got it?” “Yes...” “Yes, what?” “Yes, Mistress…” She unbuttons my shirt, and leaves little hot kisses upon my chest. I knew it wasn’t long before she started getting freaky on me. She laps at the healed scar on my chest, then glides down to my nipples, lightly moaning and suckling. I wanted her so badly…I needed to be inside her depths, and make her spasm within our throes of sweet ecstasy. She was driving me insane with her hot tongue upon my skin, and it was something I couldn’t take anymore. I stopped her, but she puts my arms behind my back. “You stopped me…that’s something I will not tolerate tonight. Understood?” Entranced, I simply nod. At that point, I was no longer the dominator. I was now the dominated.
“Get on the bed. Now.” I lie on her soft bed, waiting for her next move. She takes out two pairs of handcuffs, and restrains me to the bedpost. I am now at her undying mercy at this point: no holds barred, nothing can stop her whatsoever. “Do not say anything unless told to. Got it?” “Yes, Mistress…” she starts to take off her dress in front of me, and I mutter, “No…” She turns around, and scowls at me. “Did you just speak? Did you?” I shake my head. Damnit, why did I even open my mouth? I don’t want her to take off the dress…I just wanted to get off from this, but I knew she wouldn’t let me come so soon. She wanted to torture me. I can see it. I can feel it. The anticipation of it made my mouth water, and the exhilaration of the event made my heart race frantically. She zips up her dress, and walks to a long, black suitcase that she took out previously. While opened, she takes out a leather whip. “I told you not to say a word, didn’t I?” She yields her weapon of choice, and the pain of the first strike shot right through my nerves…but at the same time, it felt so good. “M…More…” I muttered. I purposely disobey her, for I wanted more of that sweet pain. At the limo ride here, she was right: how am I to inflict pain on another, when I myself haven’t experienced it firsthand? I close my eyes, and feel a few more lashes against my skin. I moan vigorously at each blow, still craving more. “Will you obey me now, slave?” the tone of her voice soft, yet demanding. “Yes, Mistress…” As she puts the whip down, she starts to take off her tight black dress. She lets it fall to her feet with a rustle, and then starts to crawl into bed with me. “You are to obey me, and if you don’t, this little game will end. Understood?” I nod, closing my eyes again. I feel my face being restrained by something, and when I opened my eyes, I see darkness. She blindfolded me, which prevented me to see more of what she’s going to do next. “Good boy…good boy…” she said, while getting up, moving away from me. I feel her hands trailing over my naked chest. She kneels down, extending her hot tongue upon my sore flesh. I clench my teeth; the pain of the wound, and her tongue was almost too much to bear. You must be thinking, “Wow, this son of a bitch is sensitive as hell,” which is true. Any touch by a woman takes me to new heights…this one is no exception. She straddles me, clawing her fingernails into my skin. Her tongue moves from my chest to my neck, suckling and nibbling at it. “Ahh…” I moan out softly; her teeth punctures my skin, and she licks the speckles of blood clean. “You taste sweet, slave…Do you want more?” “Yes…yes, I do!” “Good boy…” She takes off my blindfold, and gives me another wicked smile…how I loved it so. She reaches over, and grabs an off-white candle and hovers it over me. “What are you going to do wi—““Shh…” she tells me, then pours the steaming hot wax upon my chest. I flinch, and wince, but not out of pain but out of pleasure. This is turning me on to the fullest, and I don’t want her to stop. Once again, she extends her long tongue upon my new wound, and laps up the wax. Once more, she pours another load of wax down closer to my nether regions, and I moan as it drips inside my belly button. Her head leans down again, licking my stomach vigorously. This was something that I couldn’t take any longer. I wanted her so badly, my cock is swollen; any more blood added to it, and it’ll burst. She stops. Why? Here I am, driven to the point of ecstasy…and she stops? “Now, it’s time to have some fun, slave…” she looks down at myself, and smiles. “And I see that you’re ready for it to?” I nod, and toss my head back, waiting for what she’s about to do next. Still straddled on my waist, she slides down, her hot, womanly flesh hovering over my wet belly button. I feel it sitting and hugging my cock tightly. Now THIS is what I’ve been waiting for: a break from the sweet pain and half torture. What I wanted at this point was sweet release. My mouth waters again, as I feel her wetness stroking me back and forth. Her moans heighten my emotions, and I begin to moan with her. I close my eyes, and let myself become lost in her soft, velvety abyss. Her hands are on my chest, gripping at it tight, holding on for dear life. She rides me harder than before, her moans accelerating. Her depths became warmer and more invigorating, as she starts to tighten around me. The sweet release we are both longing for is near, and I want it to hit me hard. Her core starts to spasm around me, squeezing my cock more and more. ”…almost there…please, don’t stop…” At the throes of our heated passion, I feel her essence trickle down and around me…and my stomach…and my inner thighs, followed by her convulsing and her constant moans. The sound of her moaning, and the feel of her cum was all it took to make me lose all control. I erupt inside her hard, and I scream out forbidden curse words during the act of release. I toss my head back again, thoroughly spent. Our bodies covered in fine layers of sweat. Her body, collapsed upon mine, and our breathing became irregular. All of which was intoxicating in the act of controlling sex.
I close my eyes, and all I see is darkness.
The next day, I awaken to my room. I look around sleepily for the woman I met at the bar. She was nowhere to be found. My newly clothed body gets out of bed, and walk toward the window. Upon the window’s reflection, I see a red envelope sitting on the TV set. I pick it up, and I open it, reading the contents:
“Last night was amazing. You’re much better than my other prey. You’re quite fun. If you’re ‘up’ for another rendezvous with me, my calling card is enclosed. I will be looking forward for our second encounter…or maybe more.
Sincerely,
D.
“P.S., I can be just as submissive as I am dominant. Maybe now, you have finally learned a thing or two of being in control.”

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