DOMINATRIX LIFE

You know, sometimes being a Dom is not all fun and games.

Sometimes, there are desires that you simply cannot fulfill.

Sometimes, you can even make good people turn bad and, while this can hold a certain thrill, sometimes it leaves a bitter taste, like an ugly, bitter pill.

Especially when you bring married men to their knees, make them consider cheating on their wives, the women meant to be the love of their lives!

One would think I'd welcome the strife and spank them, whip them for being such a naughty boy.

Oh, I could and, I would but...

Not when they have children.

Not when it could mess up a family.

It's even worse when they're a good, Christian pastor, preaching the message of fidelity, but acting in hypocrisy when they hit on me unrelentingly, not looking for the holy sanctity of matrimony but instead, an affair, taken to the most heated extremity.

They crave me like they crave the very air they breathe.

Why?

It's not like I try to seduce them or make them want me.

I don't seek out the wrong to feel right.

Ok... I lie.

Maybe I do but that's not the point.

I still have morals, values and ethics.

Even a Dom can draw a line although, don't get me wrong...

I won't forget it.

I never do.

I'll store it away in my secret stash of memories, use it as a vivid fantasy, for those times I'm all alone and nobody will hear me moan.

Oh, the things I could do to them...

One thinks he is so big and tough, such a macho man.

Yet, I cannot help but laugh because, I know that I would break him.

It would be all too easy.

One look, one touch, one kiss and he would be putty in my hands.

I can picture it...

His tall, muscular body melting beneath my administrations, trembling with veracious need, head spinning in unrestrained desire as he devours me with his eyes, taking in my heeled, studded boots and the fishnets climbing up my long, smooth legs.

Then, he will gulp as his gaze reaches that sacred place between my thighs - barely hidden beneath the shortest skirt - and continues up my corset-clad waist to my supple, pushed up breasts.

"Please, Mistress," he will beg in shaky voice.

"Please, what?" I will ask with a smirk.

"Please, let me touch you, taste you! I need to taste you. Let me give you pleasure, Mistress, however you desire."

I step closer, just within reach, knowing how frustrated he is that he can see but cannot touch.

His hands and feet are bound you see, unable to free him from his place, bent over my bondage horse.

"Not yet, Pet," I whisper in his ear.

"Let me have my way with you and, if you're a very good boy, you can have me too."

I stroke his hardened member, bringing forth a groan.

"Shhh, Pet," I warn seductively. 

"Not a sound, or I will use my crop."

To show him that I mean it, I strike him on his inner thigh.

He cries out and his member twitches.

I smile in my victory.

This strong, supposed macho man is completely under my spell.

He's all tied up, nowhere to go except where I take him, and I'll be sure to make the journey slow.

I blindfold him, plunge him into darkened suspense.

His breathing turns to pants.

I consider gagging him, but I don't.

I want to hear him break my rules and let loose his lustful sighs.

I long to leave my mark upon that well-toned chest, as proof that I have been there and that I have made him mine.

Only, a mark that fades is not enough.

I want him branded forever.

Oh, Pet, please make a sound.

Let me cut you just a little, only if you will allow.

It won't hurt, my Pet, I promise.

You won't even feel a thing.

But my crop?

That will most definitely sting!

Oh yes, I will think on it.

Quite often too, it's true.

But I will not act upon it, no matter how much my body screams.

I can't.

I won't.

Sorry, Mistress.

It's cruel and unkind, masochistic and a little sadistic but, I must deny you this pleasure, lest you walk a path of destruction from which there is no coming back.

So rest now, Mistress, until I need you again.

We see our pretty Pet tonight.

Let him lull you, satisfy you.

He does it oh so well.

You need him and he needs you so, for now, let that be enough.

Copyright: Chanelle Joy

31st August 2017