Our First Time Seeing a Dominatrix
Somewhere near downtown LA. Every detail is 100% true.
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“Did you ever think we’d be taking shots of tequila outside of a dominatrix’s house?”
We each held an airplane bottle of Jose Cuervo. I laughed and grimaced while I chugged the whole thing. “Hell no, but I’m excited. And nervous.”
My phone pinged. Permission to enter.
We jumped out of the car and walked towards the house, through a rusty metal gate, following the windy concrete path to a side door entrance. Dom met us dressed in a black leather corset and sheer fishnet tights. She smiled and led us down a flight of green wooden stairs into the dungeon.
We previously discussed details over email. She already knew that Mistress and I were interested in BDSM and chastity. She knew that I liked being pegged and was curious about sissy play. I assumed this would be an introductory “get to know you” -type interaction. An intake interview more than a full-blown therapy session. Wrong.
Dom motioned to a leather bench for us to sit.
“Not you. Stand up and look at me. Are you locked right now?”
I nodded.
“Can I see?”
I looked nervously at my wife. This was already further than I expected to go.
My wife didn’t flinch. “You heard her, slut. Get naked.”
I slowly took my clothes off. My cock throbbed inside my metal cage and strained against the elastic band holding it around my waist. I stood fully exposed on the circular snake rug I recognized from Ruggable.com.
Dom laughed. “He looks pretty pathetic like that, doesn’t he? What should we do to him?”
She quickly answered her own question and asked another. “Bend over that wooden bondage horse. Are you clean?”
I stuttered, “Yeah I showered before this. Or do you mean….”
Dom laughed again. “We will put some puppy pads down just in case. Be prepared next time.”
This is going WAY FURTHER than I thought.
Dom turned to my wife and handed her a pair of rubber gloves. “Put those on while I get ready. I’ll be right back.”
My wife quickly snapped on the rubber gloves and smacked my ass HARD. She smiled.
“I like you like that.”
I was originally terrified to tell my wife about my kinks. Any remaining fear drained out onto the fully washable carpet along with my precum.
Dom walked back into the room wearing a harness with a medium-sized black dildo. By the gleam in her eyes, I could tell she actually enjoyed this part of her job.
Dom grabbed a fistful of my hair pulled my eyes up towards hers. Fuck.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen. Wife, you’re gonna lube up your hands and fit as many fingers as possible into his ass. Then I’m going to fuck his mouth with this dildo while he tells us how much he likes being our sissy slut. Sound good?”
I half expected my wife to say “No no no, this is too much. We didn’t sign up for this.”
Instead, she inserted two fingers into my ass. She started thrusting, not particularly gently. Each thrust rubbed my prostate and milked more fluid from my caged cock. I wasn’t even hard anymore, all pleasure was routed to my ass. My wife grinned wickedly at Dom. “I think this sissy will love that.”
Dom positioned herself at the head of the bondage horse. She slapped the dildo against my face and commanded me to suck it. At this point, I was surprised and overwhelmed and hornier than I’ve ever been. I hungrily wrapped my lips around her girl cock and started to suck.
“This little bitch is GREEDY.” Dom cackled maniacally and shoved the dildo farther into my throat. “Choke on it.”
She pushed her cock into my throat until my forehead touched the base of the harness. I drooled and moaned around it, completely lost in the sensation of being mouth-fucked and ass-fucked at the same time. I turned around to watch my wife, fully clothed and clearly turned on, insert a third finger. She smiled and slapped my ass again.
“Happy birthday baby.”
