Grabbing a fistful of his hair I dragged my man-slave into the metal prison.įi Fi looked up, we locked eyes and then it happened. I cruelly tugged, yanked, kicked and whipped my sub, all while hurling insults like weak, dirty, idiot, bitch and worse with ferocity.

I stood behind and held the leash taut, forcing him to strain against his own collar as he crawled forward. Ill call you Fi Fi, I taunted.    My eyes wandered around the room and landed on a large dog crate. The force caught him of guard, but he was able to brace himself inches before his face hit the floor. GET ON ALL FOURS! I screamed while pushing him hard to the floor with my the spike heel of my boot. Using my newly honed skills I placed the collar around his neck gauging its tightness just as Id practice in dom basic training. I marveled at my level-headed control of the situation. Get down on your knees, I commanded him in my best rehearsed dom voice I struck the floor with my whip for emphasis. The door opened and in walked my first submissive.    Oddly, his presence was dominant and he held eye contact with me. Turn-ons: being treated like a dog, golden showers and limited corporeal punishment.     Getting into character as Mistress Darkness, I quickly scanned my first clients notes. In my pro-domme attire I felt fierce and I was loving it. But I made up for my lack of confidence with the leather catsuit and steel-spiked, knee high boots. Despite the fact that I looked ready to play the part, I wasnt sure I felt ready. After all, I only had two days of dome boot camp. Most of the equipment, I could still only imagine a purpose for. I stood in my new office a dungeon surrounded by cages, whips and harnesses. I decided to make an exception for this dominatrix listing, which seemed different to me with its strict no xes or nudity policy. I had always been intrigued by the xes industry, but the thought of being a xes worker clashed with my feminist ideals.

I needed a flexible, part-time job to supplement my graduate assistantship stipend and the $65-$85/hr compensation sounded like easy money. As a black graduate student in her 20s who had previously held down employment as a gym teacher and library assistant, I surprised myself when I answered the ad on Craigslist.

It was my first day as Mistress Darkness, a professional dominatrix.

Yes, I was nervous, but mostly I was excited. First Time For Everything: Being A Dominatrix

A dominatrix story