A Dominatrix's Diary

My name doesn’t matter; what is important is that you know that I have been practising the art of Domination for well over 10 years. I began my journey whilst at University and now have my own well equipped dungeon along with a stable of slaves, both male and female.

University was a great place to learn; fellow students, many away from parental influence for the first time, wanted to explore their sexual feelings and boundaries.  I was happy to help and the extra income helped pay my tuition fees and buy lots of nice clothes. 

I made many mistakes along the way; my first “client”, Robin, was able to free himself from the knots I had tied rather too quickly.  I spent many hours afterwards on the internet learning proper knot techniques.  

All Robin had really wanted was quick shag; which he got once he got free. As he was a rugby player I wasn’t strong enough to stop him.  Some would call it rape, but for me it was a learning experience and anyway I was on the pill so it didn’t really matter.

He came back for more; of course he did. This time however he ended up tightly bound to my bed and gagged with my knickers and duct tape – and this time he wasn’t getting free! I experienced my first orgasm as I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers revealing the thick cock that had previously raped me. I realised this was because I was now in control. At the same time I couldn’t understand why men didn’t shave their genitals as his public hair was particularly unruly

I took my time manipulating his cock as he thrashed about and moaned seeking only one thing which I have learnt since is all that is on most men’s minds.  I also learnt early on that men have to be controlled otherwise they cum too quickly.  When they do climax then as far as they are concerned that’s the end of the sex; but not in my sessions! I controlled and tormented Robin and once I finally allowed his release I knew I had a talent for this business and I also knew how much I enjoyed being in control.

After university I served two years under a middle-aged Mistress whilst working on a career path I thought I would follow. Through her I learned many different types of knots that “clients” couldn’t get out but which could easily be undone in the event of emergencies.  I was also taught techniques to both stimulate and deny.  I had first-hand experience using a variety of bondage equipment from large companies such as Fetters. Soon however I was ready to branch out on my own.

It was easy to attract custom via the internet; there are many men who are willing to submit for half an hour or an hour for a modest amount of money so I earned a good living in cash; not all of which I declared to HMRC!  All of the income nicely supplemented the wage from my day job.

I continued to learn, using my clients as guinea pigs; but only where they were willing to experiment, as it was important they came back for another session. I always made it clear that sexual services were not on offer; but that didn’t stop me achieving my own orgasms during and after the session. A year later I decided I had enough steady clients to give up work and go full time as a Dominatrix.

Last year was however the changing point for me.  I admitted to myself I was no longer enjoying my work. I used to be able to “get off” during at least some of the sessions; but now my orgasms were few and far between.  I realised I needed to put some excitement back into my life.