My First BDSM Experience With A Tall Dominatrix

My tall dominatrix made me promise that when I got home, the first thing I would do would be to write about what just happened. She now has me fully in her power, so whatever she wants, she gets. Let me start at the beginning.

My name is Andy. I live in New York City and I have been here my whole life. I had a typical sex life for most of my adult years, although in recent times I have found myself being horribly interested in alternative lifestyles. What I’m talking about here is the fetish and fantasy side of NYC – where anything goes and can happen if people are interested enough.

I like to watch porn, and in recent times my viewing habits have changed to ones that focus less on male control and more on the power of a woman. You can only imagine my excitement when I found out that women in NYC were more than willing to exchange some money for the privilege of being dominated. I’ve never been overly low on cash, so I snapped up the chance and got on Google, finding myself a local babe that had all the checkboxes marked.

The best part about the dominatrix I chose was that she was only 21. If I was going to be treated like a piece of dirt, what on Earth would it feel like to have it be delivered by a girl that’s half my age? I think height is an important part of any sexual dynamic, and the taboo nature doing everything I wanted while she had little experience in life was utterly gorgeous to me. I longed to have a tall girl make me her own. I longed for the feeling of domination as I was treated as nothing more than a man with nothing left to live for.

I arrived at her place in the afternoon – it’s a nice apartment, and I can see that her premiums really do bring her a good level of comfort. Once inside, I was made to get on the floor and crawl around, cleaning up things around the house that she had put down. Forks, socks, pieces of paper and a pile of coins made up my initial task. What made it especially humiliating was the fact that I had to do it with my mouth. Lidia explained to me that if I truly wanted to be a slave, I would have to learn to do anything that she requested in the way she requested. Now naturally, I did everything in my power to make sure the job was done properly. Did I succeed? I’ll let you be the judge after you hear what happened next.

Once all was said and done, Lidia told me to place my face on the floor and shove my rear into the air. Closing my eyes was also a requirement, because I was to trust everything that she wanted me to experience. Now I don’t know how to explain the sensation of having a body free of pain one second, and then a leather belt being slammed across your buttocks at an ungodly speed the next, but my body tenses up just thinking about how much that spanking hurt. Lidia had absolutely no mercy for me, and the way that she set about destroying my buttocks was incredibly primal and animalistic. I was treated with no respect, and my ass became a personal piece of her property as she subjected me to the most gut-wrenching punishment ever to be had.

Once she finished, Lidia flipped me over and attached nipple clamps to my bare pink buds. She then started to walk over me with her bare feet: stamping on my feet, teasing my cock with her toes and putting her entire bodyweight down onto my stomach. While she has a perfectly formed figure, a woman is still made up of some matter and as such, there were times when I felt as if I was being legitimately crushed.

After she decided that using me as a human walkway was enough, Lidia got down and started to use her gloved hands to play with my genitals. She instructed me to close my eyes and hold my hands up in the air – if I were to let them drop, I would be punished accordingly. Now, as a man that rarely engages in these types of exercises, Lidia was going to end up having the ability to bestow even more destruction on my punished body. It must have only been about three minutes before my muscles gave way and I was made to drop my hands.

Lidia continued to jerk, but while she did so, she removed the clamps that were attached to my nipples. The rush was unexplainable. My back tingled – my shaft felt like it was on fire and, at some point during the realization of just how much my nipples hurt, I ad ejaculated all over myself with Lidia removing the final droplets of cum and wiping them off on my leg.

I laid there, well and truly punished, covered in my cum and riveted with pain. Lidia had made me into her slave, and I now realize that a true dominatrix can make you do things and put you through experiences that standard women simply cannot grasp.

I love being a slave. Lidia – I hope that this story is up to your standards. I love being your personal pet, and long for the next time I am controlled and dominated by you.

By Dominatrix Draven