My First Visit to a Dominatrix Part 2 (Patreon)

           Ethan’s heart raced as Mistress Claudia led him into her playroom. The walls were painted a deep red, with soft lighting casting a warm glow over the room. He took in the sight: rows of whips, paddles, canes, and other toys lined the walls. In the centre was a padded bench, while a St. Andrew’s cross stood in another section, and a medical bed with equipment was placed nearby. The atmosphere felt mysterious yet oddly welcoming.

         Ethan felt his cock strain within the confines of the chastity belt as he was led towards the bench in the middle of the room.

"Move quicker!" Mistress Claudia commanded as she led him by the leash toward the bench.

          Ethan hobbled along, his ankles shackled, his wrists cuffed behind his back and his neck collared with the leash in Mistress Claudia’s hand. His cock strained against the steel of the chastity device. Ethan had never been so horny in his entire life.

          She guided him to the padded bench, patting it lightly. "Go ahead and lean over here," she said, her tone firm yet warm. Ethan’s cheeks flushed as he bent forward over the edge of the bench, unsure of what would come next but feeling a thrill run through him.

          “Good boy,” she said, unfastening the cuffs behind his back and securing them to soft cuffs attached to the bench so he could stay steady. She then unshackled his ankles and secured them to the base of the bench so he couldn’t move.

"I’m in charge here, and you’ll do exactly as I say," she commanded, holding his jaw firmly in her strong hand.

Ethan nodded in response, the thrill of surrendering control making him both excited and curious.

            Ethan lay over the padded bench, his senses alive with every detail around him. The faint, alluring scent of her perfume filled the air—a deep, intoxicating floral with just a hint of spice that seemed to linger and wrap itself around him. It was a fragrance unlike anything he’d ever encountered, and he found himself breathing it in deeply, letting it pull him further into the moment.

            Mistress Claudia moved with deliberate grace, the sleek black latex of her outfit catching the dim light of the room. The material hugged her every curve, shimmering with a high-gloss sheen, and as she stepped closer to him, he could hear the subtle creak of the latex shifting over her body. He hadn’t expected something so simple—the sound, the scent, the powerful confidence she radiated—to capture his attention so entirely.

            “Eyes on me,” she instructed, and he lifted his gaze to meet hers, feeling a rush of nervous excitement as she looked down at him, amused by his awe. He could feel his pulse racing, each of her movements heightening his anticipation. As she reached out and traced a finger along his jaw, he caught another wave of her perfume, feeling it sink deeper into his mind, until it seemed to be a part of him.

            Mistress Claudia leaned in closer, the smooth, cool latex brushing against his skin as she whispered, “Are you ready to submit, Ethan?”

           Her words were soft, but they held an undeniable command. He nodded, the thrill of surrendering himself fully to her filling him with excitement.

          “Yes, Mistress,” he replied, feeling every ounce of his attention focused on her—on her voice, her scent, the feel of her presence so close to him. The mixture of her confidence and her carefully controlled allure made him feel completely captivated, drawn into a world he’d only ever imagined.

          Claudia’s hand rested on his back for a moment, grounding him, and then he felt a light swat from her hand on his ass.

           “You’re such a naughty boy, aren’t you?” she teased, delivering a few more light spanks, each one a little firmer than the last. Ethan squirmed, letting out a nervous chuckle.

           Just when he thought he was getting used to the feeling, she leaned over him, producing a set of silver nipple clamps. She attached them gently, one to each nipple, and he felt a jolt of sensation—both pleasure and pain mingling together, intensifying with each movement he made.

          As Ethan adjusted to the sensation of the nipple clamps, Mistress Claudia produced a slender riding crop from the side of the bench, her eyes meeting his with a playful, challenging glint.

          “Now, let’s see how well you can follow instructions, Ethan,” she said smoothly, tapping the whip against her palm as she walked around him. “You’re going to count each strike, and after each one, I want to hear you say, ‘Thank you, Mistress.’ Understood?”

            Ethan’s heart pounded, but he nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes, Mistress,” he managed to say, feeling both nervous and thrilled.

            Without warning, the first strike landed lightly across his backside—not too hard, but enough to make him catch his breath.

             “One…thank you, Mistress,” he said, surprised at how much his voice trembled. The next strike followed soon after, slightly firmer than the first.

“Two…thank you, Mistress.”

            With each crack of the whip, his responses grew a little steadier, and he could feel himself getting more immersed in the rhythm she set. Her confidence and control over the moment left him in awe, and he could sense his own excitement building.

            The nipple clamps had added an unexpected layer to the experience, making him more aware of every sensation. He felt a light tug as she adjusted them, and it sent a shiver through his body.

           “Five…thank you, Mistress,” he said, the stinging sensation now blending into a warm, steady ache that somehow felt comforting. She paused for a moment, watching him, then nodded in approval.

           “Good boy,” she murmured, a satisfied smile on her lips as she continued for thirty strikes. Finally, as Ethan’s ass was completely red, she set the whip aside.

            Ethan could hardly contain the rush of arousal pulsing through him, even though he was locked in chastity. The ache only seemed to grow with each passing moment he spent in Mistress Claudia’s presence. The cage around him was a constant reminder of his restraint, a reminder that his pleasure now lay entirely in her hands.

            And, as uncomfortable as the pressure was, the sense of surrender only deepened his desire. Something was thrilling, almost overwhelming, about knowing he had no control—that he was completely under her dominance, with no say in his release.

            He felt her firm latex hand take his balls in it before her other hand began to attach some weights to his balls, pulling them down. His cock seemed to like what was happening as it tried to grow against the relentless steel of the chastity cage.

           "These are the smallest balls I have ever seen”, she sneered at Ethan as he blushed from her comment and how she was handling his balls at the same time.

           The weights were heavy enough to create pressure on his balls as they pulled them down, but not enough to cause him intense pain. She was clealry experienced at all this, and knew exactly how to find the balance between pleasure and pain in her submissives.

              As he knelt there, watching her command the room with effortless confidence, Ethan felt a powerful sense of clarity. This wasn’t just excitement or thrill; it was a profound realisation that he was naturally drawn to powerful, assertive women.

            He craved their control, their dominance, and the way they knew exactly how to keep him yearning. In this moment, he understood just how much he wanted to submit, how deeply he desired to be led, guided, and even disciplined by someone as commanding as Mistress Claudia. The knowledge of his own submissiveness felt both humbling and freeing, and he found himself entirely at peace with his place at her feet, ready to serve and follow her every command.

           Mistress Claudia approached Ethan with a blindfold and Blindfolded him. Now he could only listen as her boots clicked across the floor, each step heightening his anticipation. He had no idea what was coming next..

           He shivered when a delicate feather brushed against his skin—a soft contrast to the stinging sensation that lingered from before.

Leaning close, she whispered in his ear, "Remember, I control your pleasure."

All Ethan could do was respond, “Yes, Mistress.”

            “Good boy,” she purred. “You’re here to serve, Ethan. Don’t forget that.” She traced the feather across his nipples, and he felt her warm breath against his ear.

Ethan knew he was leaking profusely in his chastity belt; he had never felt this aroused in his entire life.

He felt a latex-covered finger begin to probe his ass, a small dab of lube at its tip.

"Everything you do is for my satisfaction," she purred as her finger pressed deeper.

            After working her finger back and forth several times, he felt her hands grip his hips firmly as a large rubber strap-on began to press against him.

           This is it, Ethan thought with a mix of excitement and exhilaration. I’m really going to be pegged by a sexy dominatrix.

“Beg for it,” Claudia commanded, her voice teasing yet firm. “Show me how much you want this.”

           Ethan felt himself blush, but he couldn’t help but go along with it. “Please…fuck me” he stammered, at the absurdity but also enjoying the playful command.

“You’re going to take it—and enjoy it,” she said with a commanding tone.

          The strap-on began to slide deeper into Ethan as Mistress Claudia slapped his ass, calling him her plaything.

She began to move back and forth, and Ethan felt a wave of euphoria as she continued.

"You belong to me now, Ethan," she whispered in his ear.

           She pushed Ethan’s head down towards the ground and he could see cum cumming out of the chastity cage but he wasn’t experiencing an orgasm. It was like she was milking him like a cow but without the pleasure of an orgasm.

          Ethan felt so embarrassed, humiliated, horny and happy all at the same time. His body didn’t seem to know what emotion to cling on to as he was pegged by this stunning dominant woman.

           She pegged Ethan for nearly an hour. Her body was glistening in sweat from her pegging as she panted into Ethan’s ear which made him even hornier.

 When she finally stopped and removed her large black strap-on from his ass, Ethan was a complete horny trembling mess.

            She quickly unshackled Ethan from the bench and firmly led him back towards the front door. He had been secured to the bench for so long and pegged for so long his body was cramped, so he stumbled down the hallway trying to get used to walking again.

           When they arrived at the door, she opened it and pushed him outside naked and threw the black bag containing his clothes on the ground before calling him a loser and slamming the door in his blushing face.

As Ethan put his clothes back on, all he could think about was how he would marry her in a second.

           Ethan sat at his computer back in his house, his mind replaying every second of his session with Mistress Claudia. She had changed his taste in women forever. He could never see himself dating anyone who wasn’t a dominatrix.

           His curiosity in BDSM had been piqued after his first visit to a dominatrix. Scrolling through listings and profiles, he found an entire world he hadn’t known existed—double dommes offering sessions together, trans dominatrixes with intriguing specialities, and concepts like “forced bi” that excitedly made his heart race.

           Each click revealed something new and bold, and he found himself grinning. The intensity, mystery, and feeling of discovery all thrilled him in a way he couldn’t have anticipated.

With a chuckle, Ethan leaned back and thought, I have a new hobby.