Not so Quiet Day

I was in my tracksuit pants and a loose t-shirt at 3.30 yesterday afternoon and I just finished watching 'What Ever Happened to Baby Jane' when the Batphone rang. The first time for the day. I'd been hoping for a day off, no work. Movies and a bit of house work at my leisure.

'Good Afternoon Mistress, do you think you could fit me in this afternoon?'

I thought about it for a few seconds, then said, 'Yes, 5pm'

One hour was agreed. I had spoken with this fella a couple of times before and as with most of my clients only knew his first name. J.

So I jumped in shower. As I dried off I stood in front of my wardrobe and considered which outfit to wear. He wanted Dominatrix. So leather bra, PVC corset, PVC skirt, stockings and black leather thigh high boots it was. I left my make up until last, just in case he changed his mind. Taking the outfit off is easy, the make-up requires effort to put on and remove.

When he arrived, he was good looking, tall and fit. Once again my boat had come in. I don't mind having fit naked men in my dungeon.

But I got a feeling he was a little drunk, although I couldn't smell anything on him except aftershave. We went through my questions and answers;

Do you have any medical conditions that might affect our play?
What sort of pain do you like? Then a list including clamps and spanking.

But as I had run out of check sheets I was going by memory. I forgot to ask the most important one (in this clients case), Will you obey quickly or fight back?

He was a fighter. Once I had him in my room, and cuffed he started swearing, trying to kick and telling me I was a fucking bitch and I didn't have control of him. To be honest it kinda freaked me out a bit. To stop his mouth running off I shoved a ball gag between his lips and pulled it tight. To stop his wild legs (which incidentally where rather nice) I bound him tight with rope, he was still struggling. I reminded him of the playroom rules, Red, Amber, Green.

He winked at me as I pulled the spandex hood over his head and grabbed his hair through the fabric.

I pulled his head back and whispered in his ear through gritted teeth.

'Now who's in control you slut?'

About forty minutes later he was laying flat on his back as I ground my heel into his nipples. He came by his own hand.

A glass of wine and cigarette (for him) later I put him in a taxi and sent him to work.

Big Day

I had three appointments yesterday.

I greeted the first at the door wearing what looked like a business suit. He wanted to be abused by a Boss figure then make up his mistake by worshipping her body. I didn’t have a problem with that. He had a hot body, it wasn’t a chore at all. I thought to myself as he was knelt before me sliding his tongue up my leg and inhaling deeply, how can wives not enjoy this sort of play? When he got to excited I made him sit back on his haunches and relax. Then I’d let him start again. After he’d cum and gone. I realized I was very wet. That little session had left me very hot.

An hour later the second arrived. The polar opposite of the first body wise, this guy was about 250lb. He wanted to be bound, nipple torture, flogged and humiliated. So I starfished him on the bed, wrote all over him, clamped is nipples with clover clamps and his balls with pegs. He left happy, as least he told me he was.

The final guy was keen. His desires presented my biggest learning curve. Start with a clean out, followed by a butt plug, then strap-on then a fisting.

I’ve never fisted anyone before. I’ve read about it, a lot. I’ve been fisted and I’ve seen it done. But like anything there comes a time when you have to do it for the first time. There the point I reached yesterday. It was interesting.

The knuckles are such a wide point. The fingers go in with relative ease; the knuckles are wide, hard and unforgiving. Slow is the way forward until the body sucks in the rest of your hand and clutches your wrist.

It was an exhausting day that left me horny and resulted in me cuming in about 30 seconds when I went to bed and touched my mini vibe to my clit.

Time Waster

I've had a few clients since going pro before Christmas, but only a few. I've had conversations and even telephone conversations with many more, but bookings weren't made after all of those conversations.

I have one guy who calls from a private (silent) number that uses a different name each time he calls. Eventually the conversation always come around to anal and arse play, this is his thing. He tries to con me that he's been to see me before, but I don't want him to know I don't have a client on my limited list called, Chris, Stewart or Aaron. When he talks about my black strap-on he'll start moaning. That's when he gives himself away. His Hmmm is very distinctive.

He annoys more than anything because he makes a booking, then doesn't turn up.

I really want to say to him the next time he calls, and he will call again. 'I'm not a free masturbation service, bugger off.'

Announcement

What’s a girl to do after nearly five months of not working due to family issues and a crappy job market?

Go Pro Domme of course.