A woman retells her fem domme story of being a submissive for the first time with an experienced Dom.

A kinky and graphic first-person narrative that recollects the experience of a woman being a submissive for the first time with an experienced Dom.

"I hired a professional dominatrix"  | Fem Domme Stories

That Time I Hired a Professional Dom 

My body tensed and I let out a strangled gasp.

We hadn’t even started and I was already breathless.

“You look so fucking pretty,” they said. Their tone of voice was nearly cruel, and even blindfolded, I could hear their grin. “Gorgeous like this. How do you feel? Is it everything you wanted?”

My arms were hanging above my head, chained to a bar by purple metal handcuffs. I could feel a sharp strain on my biceps and shoulders. My whole body was leaning slightly forward as a result, head hanging with silk blindfolds making the whole room go dark.

I can’t believe I asked for something like this.

"'Hmm...' they mumbled. 'It's going to be so easy to torture you.'"

“Now,” they continued. “Let me hear 

“G-grapefruit.” I uttered, annoyed at myself at how hesitant I was sounding.

“Good girl,” they answered, sending a chill down my spine, and a pulse through my crotch. Why, why did I love being called that so much? I was always such an untalented and stubborn sub, I didn’t have it in me to just submit to anybody, and yet –

– there I was. Paying to be broken down.

Suddenly I moaned loudly as I felt their calloused fingers on my clit, traveling over my vulva.

“Somehow I knew you were wet already.” They said, their tone of voice annoyingly arrogant, and I could say fucking nothing, because it was true. I was wet and tense, my pussy pulsing like it was begging for more.

They rubbed their hands lightly, barely, and I could feel their breath tickle my neck. I was no stranger to having everything enhanced by 

, but somehow this was heightened tenfold. I could feel my own breath picking up speed.

Another set of fingers twisted my nipples – 

, hard enough that sharp pain rapidly spread through my body and I gasped in surprise. “Hmm,” they mumbled. “It’s going to be so easy to torture you.”

My hands struggled against the metal as teeth sank into my nipple, sucking mercilessly while their middle finger brushed against my clit so lightly it could be a fucking feather – or maybe it was, who knows.

“What?” They asked. “You want more?”

Panting, I nodded my head. They clicked their tongue.

“I want you to properly touch my clit, you prick.”

“P-please. Please touch me harder, I need it.”

“Good.” Their tone of voice was deliciously evil. “I knew you had it in you to behave.”

Time distorted as they resumed their torture. I lost track of everything. I didn’t know how many times they got me so close to cumming I could taste it, only to leave me hanging and crying for release.

They had alternated between fingers, tongue, and a clit suction toy – but now, their weapon of choice was a

. And once again, the powerful vibration reverberated through my sensitive body, my toes curling, all of my muscles tensing up…

 close, fuck, and this time they were going to let me cum, they were, I could just feel it…

And just like that, the stimulus was gone again.

“Please!!” I screamed, my voice hoarse, my throat protesting. I was tired, sore, frustrated, practically losing my damn mind.

All but drooling on the ridiculous Zebra carpet, face red and sweaty, hair gluing to my forehead.

A shadow of a poised, rational, functional human.

Reduced to my most basic instincts, gasping for air, my body so tense it was shaking.

"I sobbed with humiliation; I couldn't believe that was happening."

I was so fucking angry I was going to kill them next time they got me close to cumming and 

I was gonna slit their fucking throat. Or better yet, I was gonna tear their dick off and walk around with it in my pocket, like that one scene from Realm of the Senses.

My body convulsed in shock when they started again, pressing the wand lightly against my mons pubis.

Everything was so sensitive, it felt like it was inside of me, vibrating on the other side of my clit.

I could feel thick tears welling up and my eyes burned as I tried blinking them back. I was embarrassed, exhausted, and clearly way past all my limits.

My mouth was fucking dry from hanging open all the time. I produced this whimpery grunt from the very back of my throat, something that sounded inhuman. My whole body was strained, like something had been stretched to the limit and beyond. It was like I was titillating on the outer edge of a whirlwind, like the ongoing beginning of an orgasm that would never actually tip over.

“P-please,” my voice was barely there. Anger was feeling like it was turning into raw desperation. They slid the tip of the wand to a light contact with my clitoris and there was a small explosion behind my eyes. “AH!” I screamed, inching forward, ready to cum, and then…

“I can’t take it.” I whispered. The safe word danced around in my brain, maybe this was it, maybe I was way over my head. I wasn't sure how much more of that I could take.

But then again, this was what I fucking wanted.

"Time distorted as they resumed their torture. I lost track of everything."

I heard them sucking loudly on their finger, before something wet and warm slid over my swollen clit delicately, making my whole body thrash around.

“FUCK!” I screamed, something inside me breaking. My lungs felt like they were on fire, I was so overtaken by frustration and desire, and that last light touch made me tip over. I felt the thick tears inside my eyes bubbling, staining the blindfold, soaking it as they ran past it and down my cheeks. I sobbed with humiliation; I couldn’t believe that was happening.

“Shh… It’s okay.” Their voice was soothing and understanding. “It’s okay.”

My eyes rolled back as the vibration came back all at once, seemingly a million times stronger. They placed the head of the wand right up against my clit, pressing ruthlessly as I ground on it involuntarily.

Something swelled up like it had thousands of times before, a sweetness invading my every cell, my whole body shaking with desperation, tears flowing freely at this point. I thought for one second, I could hear myself begging, blabbering, pleading…

And then, I exploded into a thousand little pieces. It was like my skin was being separated from my bones as my orgasm ripped me open from my groin, the feeling so forceful and powerful I could hear myself screaming, as if I was watching it from above.

It took several minutes to catch my breath. My heart was pounding out of control.