I am dominatrix living the domination lifestyle with my partner, a slave who has been serving me for the past 2 years. I live in sunny Miami where anything is the justification to have fun, and fun of course in Miami almost always involves sex.
The domination lifestyle though is not just about sex, although it is certainly an important component. As a naturally born dominant woman, I have always been more apt at dominating and controlling men who are inherently weaker than most women, if they know how to handle them.
It is easy for a dominant woman to assert herself in front of her slave man. The role of domination comes easily to women who are born dominatrix.
Truth is, show me any man, and it is a slave in waiting that you will be pointing out. My current slave walked into my life as boyfriend when I first moved to Miami. He was a contractor doing some odd jobs in my home, well tanned with a gorgeous body and the demeanor of a man who knows his beauty affects women and is quite willing to use it.
He worked for me around the house for a few days and as the days passed on, he would inadvertently take off his shirt just as I was passing by, as if by accident, showing me in the process his more than adequate chest muscles. I am very partial to a man who looks after himself, and love the feel of a hard body against me and he was having quite an effect on me.
Busy as he was displaying his ware for me to see, he didn’t realize that I was in fact the one provoking him. Indeed when I should have put on a neutral pair of trousers and shirt so as not to appear too alluring, I quite purposely put on clothes that underlined by womanly curves. I would put a tight T-Shirt, revealing the firmness of my big boobs and there were times when I could see he just could not take his eyes off me.
Of course this teasing was having a visible effect on him judging by the his clearly hardened dick in his jeans, and looking at it, I could not help but noticing that in terms of dick size, this man had been served with more than other men.
And so when he finally gathered enough guile to ask me out, I knew I had him where I wanted. It was now just a waiting game. Teasing him further with the promise of a fuck and then withdrawing just like the waves on Miami Beach.
For the next couple of months, I drove this man crazy with lust. I would allow him to touch me and would masturbate him slowly, always stopping at the moment prior to orgasm. This game lasted for days, every time more intense, and with each passing day, my dominant role asserted itself more and more.
I finally allowed him to come inside my hand one day, after a long and casual masturbation. All along the previous sessions I had told him I would let him come the moment he would call me Mistress and he had to really mean it and whilst the idea of a slave to dominant relationship was alien to him, his sexual arousal was building up to a point where it was difficult for him to concentrate.
“When are you going to make me come?” he would call me on the phone to ask to which I would respond: “The moment you realize I am your Mistress and you as my slave belong to me to do as I please.”
I tried to hold on as much as he could until one day, I took the game further and interrupted my masturbation of his dick with some good old fashioned oral sex.
I could feel by the twitching of his balls that he was ready to burst and of course stopped my attentions before it happened and looked at him, with a smile on my face. I knew I had won.
“Do you want your Mistress to make you come, darling slave?”
I wasn’t even touching his dick and I could see it twitch. It would take one more stroke for him to come. He was wild with arousal and desire.
“Yes, Mistress I’ll be your slave, I’ll be anything you’ll want me to be, just make me come”
A dominatrix would not be worth her soul if she wasn’t prepared for all possibilities and I of course was prepared. I pulled a contract which I had my lawyer draw for me which contained the conditions and agreement he, as my slave was going to live by. At that point he was so horny that he would have signed anything.
A couple of minutes later, I had my signed agreement, and gave him his first orgasm.
He would have to wait for nearly two more months for the next one and this one implied a strapon which I used on him as he bent down in front of me. Strapon sex has always been a favorite of mine and it turned out it was one of his fantasies too. As I fucked him silly in the ass, I allowed him to stroke his cock until he finally came, under more pounding on my part which resulted in my own orgasm.
We have been together for 2 years now and he has not been allowed to fuck me yet. I sometimes let him slide his dick inside my pussy but instruct him to pull right out.
It is amazing what a slave will do for his mistress. The dominant woman can indeed achieve total control over her slave male. This man who was once a proud macho man is now only too happy to do exactly as her dominatrix pleases.
