Showing posts with label dominatrix. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dominatrix. Show all posts

Friday, 18 November 2011

Raw Whips and Red Wine

I had a wild night on Wednesday, which was well worth the lack of sleep. I arrived at my client's flat at 10pm, well after the sun had gone down. Under my long coat I wore all black: stiletto thigh boots, a satin corset, lace hotpants and lace fingerless gloves. I knew that he wouldn't need to make small talk before getting down to business, so I teased myself with fantasies on the taxi ride over there, ready for action the moment he answered the door. I pushed him back as I stepped inside, holding eye contact as I closed the door behind me. There in the hall, I let my coat and bag drop to the floor, showing him exactly what he was in for.

I was the boss that night, so I only spoke to give him orders: "Hang up my coat". "Bring me some wine". "Take off your clothes." "Get on your knees." He obliged happily to every request I made with an eagerness that made me suppress a smile. Indulging myself, I made him go down on me as I stood over him, without removing any of my clothes; it can't have been comfortable for his neck, and he had to hold the lace aside as he licked my pussy in long, wet strokes. I gripped his hair with my hand, controlling the pressure I wanted. I could feel those familiar sensations starting to build up inside me, but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of feeling me come on his face just yet. Pushing him away, I told him to stay there on his knees while I got some silk scarves from my bag. I tied one around his eyes as a blindfold, and another to bind his hands behind his back. Then I got my whip and stood behind him in silence until he was practically squirming with anticipation. One light crack on the back of his thighs made him cry out, followed by another on his backside. I stopped every now and then to casually sip my wine and leave him hanging, unsure of what he had signed up for.

In general, I like being submissive just as much as I enjoy dominating, though I avoid severe sadomasochism (I'm a wimp with pain); just enough to heighten the senses and leave you on edge. I can't help but love giving pleasure too, so after an hour of teasing and punishing him, I helped him to his feet, led him to the bed and pushed him onto it. When he felt my warm, soft lips around his hard cock he became even more vocal, and incredibly grateful. I ran my tongue along the length of it, then took him deep into my mouth. He came within a couple of minutes, letting out a groan almost as loud as when I was whipping him. Now it was my turn; I untied his hands, then climbed up to sit on his still-blindfolded face. Once again he licked me with enthusiasm, making me even wetter and hotter. I leaned forwards with my hands against the wall, my clit pressing against his tongue as I gyrated my hips there. This time I gave in to the waves and came with a violent shudder.

After that, we finally got to say 'hello'!

Brooke x

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Digging Out the Domme Boots

Hello lovelies,

Sorry I haven't been blogging much lately. I'm still here! Even now I'll need to keep it brief; am wishing there were more hours in the day.

I realised that it's been a while since I had a bit of dominatrix role play at an appointment, but the opportunity may be arising this week. I'll be delighted to dig out those thigh boots! Every now and then I get in a mood where I really want to be in control; the power gives you a huge adrenaline rush - one that makes your mouth water and your body heat up. Sometimes I think about it when I touch myself, and it never fails to get me off.

The way I'm feeling right now, this guy had better watch out...

Brooke x

Wednesday, 2 March 2011

Venting Frustrations

I never know which is the healthiest way to vent frustration. It seems like common sense that bottling it up is a bad idea, so I generally have three options:

1. Do some hard exercise (gym, running)

2. Scream it out (not ideal in all situations)

3. Fuck (my preferred choice)

I know that sex isn't an answer for everything, but it can really help when someone has wound you up. If you're alone, a rendezvous with my old friend 'the rabbit' seems to work as a great physical and mental release. Your mind is focused and free, and the feeling overcomes every inch of your body. You have to submit to the vibrations. I bet sex toys are more effective than any kind of therapy!

With clients, frustration fits a dominating role perfectly. He may not be the one who has wronged me, but in what other situation would a man be grateful for you slapping him, pulling his hair (if he has any) and ordering him about? I'm not a dominatrix by trade, but this persona fits me so well on the rare occasions that I'm full of frustration! It's quite exhilarating to unleash it in that physical way, turning it into something brilliant.

Perhaps I'll text a client now who loves to be pushed around...

Brooke x

Friday, 24 September 2010

Self Satisfaction

Just to let you know, I had an awesome masturbatory session last night. I was fantasising about something that I might have to do this weekend (if my client doesn't mind). It's been a while since I dug out my lace up thigh boots - I feel a dominatrix session coming on! Paired with my dog collar mini dress and an authority he dare not challenge, I don't see how he can say no...

Because I don't swing heavily towards being a domme or a sub, I like to mix things up a bit. After ordering him to pleasure me in every way I desire, I'll let him tie my hands above my head and have his wicked way with me. I'd still be able to command him with my voice, but my body would be surrendered to him. The perfect balance.

Hope your weekend will be as good as mine,

Brooke x