My First Hunt (How I became a Professional Dominatrix)

There was always a desire in me to want men to want and obey me. To make them feel like objects around me instead, in the way society makes women feel. It evolved slowly over several years, though it became more intense. I knew I liked bondage and masochism from my late teens. I never even watched porn. It was just something I had an innate desire to experience. It would one day lead to me being a professional dominatrix.

The first night I met him, I was one of two girls at a table with 10 guys I just met. It was my friend's boyfriend and a group of his friends. Awesome, drunk 21-year-old men, basically a frat. To be fair, I was 22 at the time. I was single, but none of these guys even noticed me at the end of the table while they talked to each other. I had some polite talk with the guys around me, but one in particular caught my eye. 

He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and an innocent smile, and I wanted to corrupt him so badly. There was a long silence on our end of the table, and I was bored. As I reached for my drink, I casually made eye contact with him and said, “So, do you wanna get naked and wrestle?” 

Silence. 

I gave him a bit, took my sip, set my drink down, then followed up with a knowing grin, “ Are you doing ok?” I asked.

He looked at me and said, “I have never felt like that before in my life. I didn’t know what that feels like. Thank you.” 

He didn’t really say much else that night. We didn’t exchange numbers or say bye, but that was absolutely, only the start of our dynamic.

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Over the years, I continued to run into him when I was out on the town. We always flirted a little as friends. Nights out at the bars where we meet up on purpose or accident with our friend groups slowly intermingling a little. 

We evolved into a friendship and exchanged numbers. He came over for a movie and spent the night in bed totally innocently even. We played tennis, disc golf, and did other things with friends aside from drinking. We planned to meet up, sometimes and it wasn’t just an accident anymore. 

Halloween 2014

I am almost 4 years into a long-term relationship. He was vanilla. I hadn’t really played much but had talked to him about wanting more. If he would just spank ME, even pull my hair. Something. 

We went out randomly for Halloween, and I needed to put together something quick. I was able to find some grey mouse ear, put on a hot pink bra, cut tit holes in a white tank top, and called it good. It’s mean girls Duh. Why not lingerie? Wisconsin, it's cold.

At this time, he was working as a bartender at one of our common hangouts. Part of why I see him so much. We end up at his bar for one of the first stops of the night. I meet eyes with him at the bar. I slowly approach, smiling, and lean over the counter so he can see my cleavage.

He approaches and I can see him check me out fully before making eye contact. Perfect. I order our drinks and he tells me no charge. I wink and walk away, knowing he’s watching. I enjoy my night out bar hopping. I see him out, after his shift later, say hi and we go about not interacting any more that night.

While I’m laying in bed that night, I get a message.

Him: I really liked seeing you out tonight

Me: Oh yeah? How much did you like it

Him: I can’t stop thinking about your tits in that top

Me: picture sent of me in the costume

Him: Oh my god, thank you. Can I jerk off to this?

Me: Only if you will stop as soon as I tell you

Him: Omg, of course I will, thank you. I will do whatever you say.

Me: Oh? You will huh?

Him: Yes, would you want to own me? Are you interested in being a domme?

Me: Let me think

In my mind I am so excited, I have been wanting this to happen, with him, this was the longest hunt ever, but it was also my first. I know him, I trust him, it's perfect.

The next day when I got up, I had to have a conversation with my boyfriend. I had expressed my desires before and he had never been interested. I told him what happened and that I was very interested in doing this since he would not play with me. We talked about what the rules would be, and where the limits are for our relationship. I was so excited to actually get to play with someone. 

Me: I am willing to try owning you. We need to talk details soon.  

We texted, talked about details, and made an arrangement for him to come over to my house when I was alone the next week. We were both excited, and I could not wait to play with this toy I had been eyeing for years. 

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My new pet showed up on a Wednesday afternoon. He had just showered and he was shaking slightly with nerves. As soon as I saw him at the door, I eagerly smiled. “Come in and take off all your clothes,” I said. No other greetings, and he did as I said while I watched him with a sly grin. He slowly took off each piece of clothing while watching me. “Good boy.” I purred.

“Thank you Mistress.” He automatically replied. 

Mmmm fucking perfect. "You kept me waiting for years, now you have to be punished for that; bend over and hold still.” I can see him tremble with excitement, making me even more excited to start. I spanked him hard and deliberately, and he said thank you each time. I went until my soul felt like it was satisfied with his punishment. My hand red and hot, matching the prints I left on his cheeks. “Now take your pathetic ass into the bedroom and lay down so I can have my fun with you.”

“Yes, Mistress, as you wish,” he said. I stood there watching his adorable red ass walk into the room first, then followed him into the room. 

“Lay down on the bed, face up,” I command. He crawls onto the bed and does as I say. “You know the safe words, right pet? You will use them if you need, like a good boy?” 

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good pet” I proceed to very slowly tie up his arms. “I don't belong to you, so we will make sure you can’t touch.” I lightly pat his face reassuringly before slapping him hard and stepping away from the bed to prepare. I slowly crawl onto the bed with him and kneel next to him. Lightly, I run my fingers down his sides, across his chest, and to his nipples. I grab them hard and twist. He opens his mouth and arches his back in response, and I slap him hard across the face. “I didn’t say you could move, did I?”

“No, Mistress, you’re right, thank you.”

He’s such a good pet. I pull out the clothes pins and get to decorating my new art piece. I work quietly, placing them all over his balls and cock, wanting to see how many we can fit. I leave one on each nipple as well. When I’m done, I smile happily and appraise my work. “It’s isn't it beautiful pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” his perfect reply. I grin wickedly, then slowly slap each peg off of him, watching him squirm and moan with the relief and pain of having them removed. I untie his wrists and stand over him between my legs while I look down on him. 

“Stroke you little cock, I’m done dealing with it.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” the eager reply went out before I was done speaking. I spit on him while he goes to work, staring at me. He cums quickly, and I laugh hard.

“You had better not get a single drop on me.”

“Never, Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good boy.” I say as he climaxes pathetically underneath me, smiling to myself with pleasure. As I watch him panting and coming down, I slowly kneel down on the bed next to him and smile evilly while I reach for and caress his face with care. He locks eyes with me and I spit, then slap him hard across the face. “You made a mess on my bed, bad boy pet. Get your ass up now and clean this up.” He gets off the bed and I spank that cute red ass again, who wouldn’t. Then watch him strip the sheets off the bed and put new ones on. “Good boy, let's go get you cleaned up.” 

I lead him to the bathroom and put him in the shower. I sit on the toilet and we talk about the fun we had while he cleans up. I continue to watch him exposed and naked the whole time. When he’s done, he thanks me again, we hug, and he leaves.

I get a message 5 minutes later

Thank you so much Mistress, my as still hurts so good.

Just wait till next time, pet.

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