Katie the Dominatrix

If you have read any of my other blogs, you will be well aware that I am a natural submissive.  But just occasionally, I wonder if I have a little of a Dominatrix in me.  I delight just in the sound of the word Dominatrix as it rolls off my lips – so much more sensual than Domme.  My Dominatrix desires may be driven by the fantasy of pouring myself into a latex catsuit which hugs and accentuates every curve, and then looking at him with a feisty glint in my eye and a sinful smile

I did once threaten to Domme my Dom.  He did something which made me cross and upset, and as I raged at him, I threatened to Domme the hell out of him.  A silly threat made in anger – which he agreed to as he knew he had messed up.  Taking out crossness or upset on anyone through domination is definitely not a good idea and I never went through with my idle threat.  But it left a little trickle of an idea in both of our minds

A few months later I was lying in one of my favourite positions – my head resting on my Dom’s chest with his arms wrapped protectively around me – when an idea presented itself to me.  I kissed his lips and wriggled out of his embrace, fetching a beautiful length of blue silk ribbon from my bag.  I sensed his eyes on me, watching me inquisitively

I moved back to the bed and straddled his chest

I reached for his left wrist and lifted it above his head.  He raised his eyebrows at me, but let me proceed

I wound the smooth length of silk around that wrist.  I smirked at him impishly

My fingers closed round his right wrist and I moved that into position as well.  There was a hint of warning as he looked at me questioningly “Little One?”

I stroked at the soft skin on the inside of his wrist before securing it to the other.  I smiled at him, replying, “Yes Sir”, mixing obedience and cheekiness

His eyes met mine and I nodded, accepting his permission for me to continue

It was an intoxicating mix of emotions.  I had my Dom tied to the bed and at my mercy, yet the Submissive in me cherished the atmosphere of my Dom still holding the control

He was a wonderful sight.  His handsome, devilish face looking up at me.  His strong arms, which I so love wrapped around me, restrained above his head.  I drank in the sight of his broad shoulders and sexy chest

I worked very slowly over his body.  I let my long blonde hair brush over him, gently tickling at him.  My hard nipples rubbed over him, a constant reminder of my state of arousal.  My fingers caressed him, making every piece of skin feel more sensitive.  My mouth devoured him, licking and kissing and biting at his gorgeousness

I started by sucking at his fingers, then moved over every inch of him, exploring and adoring him as I went.  Every so often I would let my full breasts rub across his face and I could sense his hunger as he sucked at my nipples.  By the time I reached his inner thighs I could see the pleasure I was giving him but also the frustration I was causing him

I positioned myself between his legs and knelt up, looking very deliberately from his face to his huge swollen cock, the head glistening enticingly with his pre-cum.  I held his gaze and bit my lip teasingly.  I opened my mouth wider and let myself dribble, my spit dropping onto the tip of his cock.  He growled at me and tugged at the restraint.  I smiled at him coquettishly and shook my head

I lowered my head and stuck out my tongue.  I lapped at the head of his cock.  “You taste good Sir”.  I opened my mouth and sucked at just the tip.  He bucked his hips and I pulled my mouth away, earning him a disapproving glare from me.  He glared back “You will pay for this, Little One”

His words flamed my arousal and made me revel in the excitement of what I was doing

I moved my hand lower and played with his balls.  I watched as his cock visibly throbbed

“Daddy getting needy?” I asked innocently and provocatively.  He hissed expletives at me

I shifted my position, so I straddled him.  I could see the relief in his face, his desperation to be inside me

I moved his cock, so the head pushed against my clit.  I rocked my hips, so his rock-hard cock pressed against me.  I moaned with pleasure.  He moaned with frustration

I pushed downwards, increasing the pressure on my clit.  I ground myself against his erection.  Delicious fronds of arousal rippled through me

“Oh” I gasped breathlessly, and my hands grabbed at his body

“Ugh” he groaned breathlessly as he tried to tilt his hips to enter me

I flicked my hips forward so his cock head remained resolutely against my clit.  I ground harder.  I started to cry out

The air around us filled with the filthy names he called me

My hands moved up into my hair, my back arch, my stomach muscles trembled, and I cried out, his name upon my lips

I came hard, my juices soaking his cock and balls

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I opened my eyes.  I loved the look in his eyes; half adoring as he enjoyed my pleasure but also an ominous ripple of fierce Dom

I smiled at him as my breathing slowed.  I shifted myself so the tip of his cock pressed against my opening.  I leaned forward over him.  My breast swayed ominously across his mouth, he sucked my nipple in and closed his teeth around it.  I whimpered, but continued to lean forward

I tugged at the blue silk ribbon and felt it come undone in my hands and slither away 

The instant his hands were free they were on me.  He grabbed at my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh.  His hips bucked fiercely, and he slammed me downwards, his thick cock instantly filling me.  I cried out; my body forced to stretch so quickly to accommodate the size of him.  He growled with need

I could sense the testosterone dripping from him, the need to reassert his complete dominance over me.  It was electrifying for me, I revelled in his control over me

He held my hips tightly, impaling me on his cock, forcing me up and down, his hips thrusting to force himself even deeper.  It was raw and animalistic

He reminded me of my place with every thrust

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You Sir”

“What are you?”

I paused momentarily.  His firm hand slapped my face

“Your Fucktoy Sir”

“What is your purpose?”

“To provide holes for Sir to pleasure himself in”

“Good Girl”

His grip tightened around me and he held me down, his shaft completely filling me.  I lost myself to an incredibly intense orgasm.  I felt my pussy clench tighter and spasm around him, and he exploded inside me.  He roared as he pumped his thick cum into my submissive hole

It was a rather incredible experience for us both.  A delicious juxtaposition – he was the one tied to the bed and I was the one teasing him, but with the underlying knowledge that he had granted the permission for me to do so

There have been a couple of other instances where he has allowed me to take charge.  I have mentioned in other blogs my penchant for playing little challenges and the ensuing consequences.  Now, in almost all instances, my Dom wins the challenge and I must suffer the agreed consequence.  But on this rare occasion, I won the challenge (probably due to negotiating the rules in my favour after a long losing streak!)

In return I was allowed to play with him anally for ten minutes.  He enjoys me using my tongue on his arsehole and this is regularly used as a punishment for me, but any other anal play on him is usually out of bounds

I positioned him on all four and could sense the tension in him.  Despite it not being my favourite activity, I like to please my Dom, so I began by using my tongue.  Holding his sexy arse cheeks apart and running my tongue over his arse hole in long, slow lapping strokes until I felt him start to relax.  Then shortening my movements, just drawing tight wet little circles around his opening, until I could hear soft moans of pleasure

Now, I need to be a little careful what I say as I am not sure how my Dom will feel when he discovers I am telling others about playing with his cute arse.  So, I will just whisper to you how I then carefully lubed his arsehole, before sliding first one and then two fingers inside.  I should probably not even mention the anal beads that I used afterwards and that he moaned with some degree of displeasure at my actions

When my ten minutes was up, he stood up from his exposed position, standing up big and tall in front of me and asking me if I had enjoyed myself.  I nodded, still with a hint of brattishness, but also a wave of apprehension.  “I see” he replied slowly

He moved quickly, his strong arms lifting me off my feet, manoeuvring me into the position he desired.  I was facing the bed, one of his hands moved to my back, bending me over and pinning me in place there.  Adrenaline surged within me and I felt myself getting wetter between my thighs

He stayed silent; I could only hear the sound of my breathing quickening.  And then a resounding slap filled the room as his palm met the tender skin of my left butt cheek.  I yelped.  “Count and thank me” he instructed firmly “We will go to twenty”.  “One Sir, thank you Sir” I replied with a deep breath

He landed slap after slap on my buttocks and across the tops of my thighs, my voice becoming ragged as I started to struggle to enunciate my numbers and to whimper as I said Thank you.  Every few slaps he would pause and slide a finger or two into my pussy, pulling it out roughly each time and commenting on my soaking cunt.  The slaps and inspecting fingers driving me wild with and I struggled to keep still for him

Eventually, just as I teetered on the verge of sub space, I heard my own voice “Twenty Sir, thank you Sir”, pulling me back to reality

He leant down and dropped a kiss on my glowing arse cheeks.  I exhaled blissfully

I felt his hands grab at those cheeks and pull them apart, exposing my hole to him.  “Mine to use” he growled

His pre-cum soaked cock head pushed against my tight opening.  I moaned softly, feeling the thickness of him, knowing how huge he feels as he enters me anally.  He pushed in just a little further and then paused, slowly trailing his fingers up and down my back, giving me a moment to cope

Then another push, and a pop as the head fully enters me.  I cried out and the reassuring fingers caress my back again

Then slowly he pushed deeper, in one smooth movement, until he was filling me completely.  He grabbed my hair in his hand and just held me there as I accustomed to my arse being entirely stuffed with thick cock.  I could sense his eyes watching me closely for that moment when I was ready for more

That instant, he started to thrust hard and deep, his hand pulling my hair, forcing me to take every inch of him.  His balls slapping noisily against my wet pussy

Every thrust a reminder of his dominance of me, his ownership of me, his control over me.  I loved every moment of him using me, reminding me of my place.  Until finally he filled my arse with his cum

He surprised me with his next words, “Stay exactly as you are” and he pulled out of me.  He picked my knickers up off the floor, guiding my feet into them and pulling them up.  He positioned the fabric perfectly across my bottom and patted me.  “You will keep those knickers on, so my cum will dribble out of you and onto them, they will reek of me.  You will wear them for the rest of the day as a constant reminder that your arsehole belongs to me.  Understood Little One?”.  I nodded complicity

So, that presents my Dominatrix attempts – and I realise my naturally submissive side very clearly shows through.  My Dom and I have dabbled with the idea of inviting a very submissive male to join us, so I could experiment with my Dominatrix skills on someone who is rather less of an alpha Dom!  But in the meantime, I will continue to enjoy my occasional moments of being the dominant and especially being soundly put back in my place afterwards.  But there is still the lure of the latex catsuit….

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