Scenes
I enjoy turning My experiences as a Dominatrix into inspiration for erotic writings. Here are some short experiences that happened in My sessions. Sometimes I write from the perspective of the submissive and sometimes from My own perspective. Each of these experiences gives you a tiny preview of the unique and thrilling adventure We will customize for you.
Paint Flogging/Human Canvas
I was led into the dimly lit room by her assistant. She brought me over to a giant black canvas set in front of a St. Andrews cross. She told me "Mistress Vixen needs you to strip down to nothing and be bound to her easel." I did as I was told and folded my clothes neatly in a small pile. I stood with my back against the canvas as the cute girl attached my wrist and ankle cuffs. She left me alone taking my clothing with her, and I waited for my thrill to begin.
The dim lights turned entirely off, and the purple glow of a black light replaced it, illuminating five uv paint in buckets around the room. The slow drumming of a song began to play all around. My eyes adjusted as I took everything in.
Then she entered. dressed in a head-to-toe black latex bodysuit with white outlines around her slim body. She dragged a long black flogger behind her as she moved toward me. Swaying her hips and stepping to the beat of the music she stopped at the first paint bucket. She bent at the waste and dipped her flogger into the paint. She pulled it out as she stood back up. The bright neon green dripped off her flogger onto the floor. She continued to dance toward me and spun around over and over until she was only a few feet from my naked body.
As she spun, the paint flew off her flogger in a million bright drops. She stopped in time with the music and raised her hand high above her head. The paint left tiny drops on her black latex covered body. She brought it down as the bass kicked in across my chest. The initial smack splashed paint onto my face and then the thick straps left glowing green lines across my chest as the strips slid off my body. The pain was only secondary to the visual spender before my eyes.
The second hit from the flogger was harder and stung harshly. She continued beating me in time with the music until the paint was nearly entirely off her weapon. She stopped swinging and danced over to another bucket filled with pink paint. Bending at the waist she dipped the flogger in to it and brought it out swiftly standing up again sending a arch of pink threw the air and falling over her body. She swayed back to me and spun her flogger around and around hitting my ball sack with the neon pink and spraying excess onto the canvas between my legs. She continued hitting my crotch with the thick neoprene straps of her flogger until I effectively cleaned it off again. My chest and crotch burned painfully under the beautiful colors, but she had more paint buckets, so I knew she wasn’t done yet.
She keep painting me and beating me with the last 3 colors along my legs and arms. She varied from hard slaps and light tracings of the flogger along my naked sore body. She used her latex covered fingers to soothe my body where the heavy flogger had left raised lines in my flesh. She rubbed the paint around on my chest and down my legs. Her hooded face was mere inches from my paint covered dick. She unbuckled my ankle restraints then slid her fingers in small circles up my whole body and uncuffed my wrist restraints.
She helped me step away from the canvas. Then led me to a corner of the room with a drain in the floor. She stood me against the concrete wall and stepped away. She then picked up a hose and turned it on full blast. Freezing cold water shot out at me heavier then I expected. I flinched and wimpered because of the sharp blast. She laughed at my uncomfortable misery. She instructed me to turn around, lift my arms, spread my ass cheeks, lift my ballsack, and anything else she wanted to make sure I was cleaned to her satisfaction. Then she turned off the hose and left the room.
Her assistant returned with a towel and my clothing. She turned the lights back on and instructed me to get dressed. She led me out of the room but before we left entirely I stole a glimpse of the easel with my silhouette surrounded by the beauty of our erotic interaction. I was in awe again at the artist mistress who turned my body into her art.
Human Ashtray
I sat on his couch smoking a joint before we got started in our session. I puffed the heavy smoke in his mousey little face. He coughed. I laughed.
The ash grew long as I sat and puffed. He said "Let me get you an ashtray madam." I said "Hold out your hand." He did as he was told. I tapped the joint lightly and the thick grey ash fell into his hand. He held his hand still as I smoked. I held the joint to his lips and told him to drag. He did. And sputtered and coughed it back at me. I laughed again at what a square this sub was. I said "Open your mouth" he shook his head. I smiled because I get to teach him a lesson for his disobedience.
I grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head and yanked hard. He cried out in pain. I pulled his head back and when his mouth was wide open I tapped the joint above his face. The ash easily fell into his mouth and he made a sour face and spit the black mud all-over himself as I released his hair. I laughed and laughed. I climbed up on his chest with my knees and took his chin in my hand. "Open up, ash tray." I instructed him. He winced knowing what was coming but obey hesitantly not wanting any more unnecessary punishment. He opened his mouth hesitantly. I said "stick out your tongue."
His tongue was bone dry as he was nervous and likely had cottonmouth. I leaned really close and spit a large wet pool of saliva onto his waiting tongue. I then took my roach and put it directly onto his wet tongue letting it sizzle out. "Swallow." His expression said it all. Oh mistress do I have too? My look back to him clearly said do it now. He choked down the butt and opened his mouth to prove his loyalty. "So...." I said. "What do you want a cookie? Your an ashtray be a fucking ashtray."
CBT and Light Horseplay
I slapped his hard dick and he gasped, but before he could react I brought the other hand firmly across his face. Then I grabbed the ice in my hand and held it to his dick. It softened slightly. It had to be soft to bind correctly or the bindings would fall off after the erection was over. Plus the whole point is to create uncomfortable feeling and prevent erection. I was going to do it right or not at all. "shhhhhh" I said to him as his face reddened and his dick softened.
Back down to my squatting position I got to work wrapping the rope around his tip first and work my way down to the balls. I wrapped it around and tied it, wrapped it around and tied it. Down the shaft tighter and tighter. I wrapped it around his balls, effectively anchoring it down, and double knotted it I left the ends dangle down between his naked legs.
I sat down on his back and reached between his legs and grabbed the two rope pieces hanging from his tightly bound nuts and pulled them up like reigns on a horse. "Giddy up, horsey" I said as I shook the ropes and pulled on his package.
He started crawling forward and carrying me around on his back around the living room. "Yay, giddy up, Go horsey." I squealed in fun as he obliged my silly request. I put my feet up on him as well so my whole body was balanced between his shoulders and hips. I hoped I didn't injure this older man, but he was in good shape and I'm light, so I was going to keep going unless a safe word was used.
I flogged him lightly on each side
as I shook his nut reigns. He breathed heavily from excursion and excitement as he crawled around with me on his back. When I had had enough silliness, I ordered him to take me back to the couch, and he did.
Objectification/Human Furniture/Pain Play
I ordered him to pour me a glass of wine.
He did.
He brought it to me.
"Get on all fours." I demanded.
"Yes, mistress." His thick accent turned me on, but I wasn't going to let him know that. I just smiled.
I put my feet up on him as I sipped my wine.
"Hand me the cheese plate."
He did as he was told and with it, he answered "Yes, Mistress."
I nibbled on the cheese and sipped the wine while my boots rested on my naked footstool. I checked my texts and smoked my pen and took my sweet time to myself. "Mistress, can we please begin?"
He timidly asked as his knees started to hurt. His request snapped me out of my relaxing mode and into a playful rage, now was time to show him who was boss. I reached into my bag and brought out my medium sized flogger. And sprung to my feet. I let the long thin leather straps slap down across his naked ass cheeks. I swung over and over across his lower back leaving tiny pink stripes in his flesh.
"YOU" slash
"DON'T" smack
"GET" slap
"TO" whip
"MAKE" flog
"DEMANDS!!!!!" I finished with a series of whips and slashes across his back as hard as the soft leather flogger would do. He was lucky I didn't grab anything harsher.
"1m sorry, Mistress." He whimpered under me. But I could tell he was loving every second.
Pegging
I squatted down on my heals and positioned myself behind him. “Are you ready, Fuck boy?” I heard his muffled reply of “Oh yes mistress, I am very ready”
With one hand on his back and the other on the tip of my strap on I pressed it against his tight butthole. It resisted. “Relax.” I said softly. He sighed and I took my opening. I inserted the tip just past the resistance point. “Ow Mistress, it hurts.” He was so new it was cute.
“Its only going to hurt for a second, just relax and it gets so much better.” I coached him from behind. I ran my hands softly over his hips and he breathed in and out again. I slowly moved my hips bringing my dick just a little further in with each thrust. He responded accordingly with tiny winces of pain and pleasure followed by slow breathing to relax.
Soon I was nearly all the way in and I pulled the strap on almost entirely out of his asshole then as hard as I could shoved it in the rest of the way, gripping his hips and forcing his body forward with the motion. He cried out in pleasure forgetting the pillow below his face momentarily. Then he buried his face and I could hear his muffled “Oh god Yes!”
I thrust my cock in him over and over smacking him on his sides and ass cheeks as I did. He made a new kind of moan/cry “Oh mistress!” I took it as encouragement and tickled his balls while fucking him. He reacted with his whole body, moving his hands against the restraints to his ankles he shook and moaned and tried to grapple with control but with completely incapacitated under my power. He panted, moaned, and screamed into the pillow. I pulled the ropes tugging hard at his whole package with I fucked him.
“Oh, please mistress, I might pass out.” With my hands on his hips, he took it, and I smacked him occasionally as we went. Within minutes he was dripping from his penis bindings. His body shook with this new kind of orgasm, then completely went limp and he exhaled all his pent-up sexual energy in one long breath. I held my piece in place as he sighed.
FootFetish/Trampling
I sat naked on a cold tarp waiting. She came in the room and placed a cake down in front of me. I was confused. But then she pressed her heel into my chest and said, “take it off, slave.” I put one hand around her delicate ankle, and she dug her stiletto deeper into my chest. The other hand unstrapped her heel and slid it off her foot. I bowed my head to inhale the sweat essence of her sweat. She tapped my chin with her crop to indicate I had enough. I released it and repeated the process with the other foot.
She pressed her naked foot into the cake in front of me slowly. The frosting squished up between her toes. She twisted it down into the cake covering her whole foot in delicious layers. She pushed me down onto my back then presented her cake covered foot above my face. Sucking each toe into my mouth one by one and licking her foot until my whole plate was clean. Then she stepped on my face with her sticky wet feet smashing my cheeks with her weight. I looked up at her looming over me as she ground her heel into my face. She walked down my body and paused at my abdomen just above my package then turned her head back toward me and said “Now comes the fun stuff.” She winked at me seductively then stepped on my scrotum. I held back a scream and sat up in excruciating pain. My movement threw off her balance and she had to jump off me to keep from falling. But she was graceful and didn’t falter on her feet.
Instead, she sat on the chair in front of me and used her sticky wet feet to soothe the throbbing pain coming from my balls. She ran her feet up and down the shaft of my dick simultaneously using her little toes to tickle my head. I let out a drop of clear precum and she spies it immediately and rubs it around my head with her feet. My cock was rock hard. “Mistress, may I please ask a favor?” I begged. “You may” she granted. “Oh please Mistress permit me to suck your toes while I touch myself?” The goddess obliged my request and I blasted my warm offering onto the underside of her foot.
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Cock Sucking Training
Degredation
I took his chin in my hand and gently led him to my strap on. He opened his mouth like a good boy and immediately took it in. I held each side of his head and watched him move up and down my big purple dick. I wished I could feel it in my dick, but the power I had over him was still such a turn on and I could feel that all over.
He was such an eager sucker. He pulled it as deep into his throat as he could each time and struggled with his gagging. I softly rubbed his cheek and said, “Its ok baby. Go slow” he stopped choking and just sucked it in slower and more deliberately. “Good boy, Uli.” I petted the back of his grey hair as he enjoyed himself on my rubber add on. But I was getting bored.
I pulled his face off of my cock and shoved it back down on the ground. He moaned as he fell down and lost his balance. “I’m sorry Mistress, did I not please you?” He cried out as he lay with my hand pressed on the side of his face into the carpet.
“Please Me?!?” I yelled and repeated myself. “Please me?!?”
I was going to set him straight. “None of this is to please me you ungrateful worm!” I reached in my bag and brought out my thick leather cover paddle. The handle was solid and it fit real nicely in my hand. “Do you think I can feel anything in my strapon? You ignorant, selfish little fuck boy!” I brought the paddle down hard across his fleshy ass cheeks. “I did all this for you!” He held back a yell as he didn’t want his neighbors to hear but I could see the pain in his face. The mother in me took over and I brought him a pillow from the couch to shove his face into as I continued his beating. “See I do everything for you!” I seethed into his ear. Then back in my full standing position I wailed on his ass with that paddle a few more hits. He buried his face in the pillow I provided and let himself cry out in pain.
“Say ‘Thank you’” I ordered him.
He turned his head to the side and said “Thank you, Mistress”
I put the paddle down and smacked his lower back with my hand. “Say it again, worm”
“Thank you, Madame, I recognize all that you do is for me.”
I smacked him with my other hand on the other side of his lower back leaving a matching handprint to my previous hit. He gasped but didn’t cry out. I took both hands and rubbed them across his back and ass cheeks. I smoothed all his newly forming marks with my hands. I lowered my voice to just above a whisper. “Tell me, do you appreciate me?”
“Oh Madame yes, you are truly a rare goddess. That you would devote your time to a worthless worm like me is al I could ever hope for.” Tears ran down his face as he spoke those word to me. I knew he believed them. My heart felt for him. I kneeled down by his head and picked his face up to my bosom.
“Yes, you are insignificant,” I whispered to him as I held his face against my breasts stroking his cheek with my thumb. “You are nothing.” I kissed the top of his head. “The fact that I am here is a miracle.”
“Yes Mistress, I am unworthy.” His voice cracked slightly as he said it. “You are so beautiful, so powerful. I am honored to have you here.”
“Now that’s a good boy. That’s what I like to hear.” I rewarded him with a little kiss on his forehead and then gently put his head back down to his pillow.