How I Became A Dominatrix

I was covered in sweat. What had begun as a light mist on my soft arms, legs, thighs, breasts, was now all over me in a thick layer. I was wearing a corset that hugged and held my form perfectly, accentuating my curves white hiding my porcelain skin from view. I have always loved how corsets are both a shield and armor for the dominatrix, while also being deadly sexy.

I lowered him onto the bed, bound, gagged and still pink from the spanking and caning I had delivered. Then I took a deep breath for myself. The session has been long and hard, and it wasn’t just the sweat that showed I had been as present, as physically there with him in the struggle of dominance and submission, either.

A dominant woman has the sweat on her brow, the pink on her palms and the warmth in her heart when a man chooses to submit wholly to her, when he expresses his deepest, most vulnerable self only to her.

I was completely present in the moment where he was completely mine.

When I untied him and held him as he came back from being the vulnerable mess to becoming the self-assured as often cocky professional he told me, “you should do this.”

“Pardon, boy?” I asked.

“Miss, you should do this professionally. You always said you wanted to.” He told me.

I took another deep breath before running my fingers through his damp hair. He was right, I had always said I wanted to make a living this way. I had always said that professional dominants get the best play, the most often, and they don’t even have to have a day job to support their desires for expensive fetish wear and fun new toys.

“Maybe, boy.” I told him.

“You will.” He told me, “I know you will.”

I guess that was the start of my journey into professional domination. It has been a fabulous journey so far, with many twists and turns.

In this moment – this one right here, as I write this – I seek to know more about the psyche of submissives. I want to learn about what makes them tick. I love to hear every dirty secret they have ever kept, to give them an opportunity to be more fully themselves. I give them an opportunity to embrace parts of themselves that aren’t always socially acceptable, but which they need to embrace to live their happiest and fullest lives.

The vulnerability of submissives, being honored with the gift of their submission, that is what drives me. That is what keeps me coming back to a world that with time – as I become more well known in professional BDSM circles – I am blessed with more play which equals more incomes which then means I can devote even more of myself to what I do.

This blog is an expression of my love for submissive men, and to give honor to the world that I am so lucky to take part in.

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