The making of a Dominatrix Part 3

The making of a Dominatrix Part 3

The making of a Dominatrix Part 3 by Mistress Sophie ‘Blonde Dom Girl’

Well well my lovely subbies on we move to part 3 of my story. I should not really be doing this but I will give you a synopsis of events so far. Tut tut for those who have not read parts 1 and 2!!

I am working in a small one man band business which is owned by a Mr Jones. He has been rude and disrespectful to me, but like all men who meet me he is powerless to resist my feminine charms. Like a self assured, Strong self confident young lady, or the BOSS LADY as i like to refer to my self, i turn this to my advantage.

A queening enthusiast for a number of years I knew he would be unable to resist the chance of some sneaky panty sniffing. Or so he thought. Trap set, well and truly baited I ensnared him as a venus fly trap. Like the greedy fly after the sweet nectar once in my grasp, my talons if you like, there would be no escape for him. I determined I would take full advantage of the gift presented to me and boy did i do just that.

First things first punishment. Stripped naked of both clothes and his male pride, secured to his desk with the aid of my finest stockings i thrashed the living daylights out of him using his own belt as the instrument of pain. I liked that!!
By the time I had finished my arm ached, my clit ached being rock hard, and my pussy was in a state of extreme wetness, my thick mons and major labial lips swollen red with sexual excitement. Meanwhile Mr Jones’s arse, back and thighs were aflame. A lovely shade of scarlet red with tinges of purple. Distinctive belt mark welts were clearly visible such was the severity of the thrashing which i had just given him. Even though the beating had ceased some while ago he was crying freely in both pain and degradation. I was also crying in an unbridled expression of my fulfilment of my deepest darkest desires. I knew that i had taken the first step on my path of domination. Once trodden that first step would never be retraced. There could not be and would not be any going back. Head first full on female domination from now on in.

And so we continue………

I love Queening. Just love it. Along with pegging a sub’s arse it is my favourite female domination activity. It just speaks volumes about the power of the female. My favourite female domination literature was a treatise entitled “Knicker Squatting Domination”. This particular manuscript describes in minute detail the theory and practice of Queening interspersed with some true life accounts from females who had used the technique to bring into line and tame errant husbands/boyfriends. To change their lives for the better for ever.

When reading this there was no need for me to self masterbate to bring myself off. My pussy self creamed, my clit self budded and i existed in a heightened state of sexual frenzy. The inevitable consequence of course was that my bed sheets ended up getting a good soaking as my CUMM slowly seeped from my pussy, down my thighs until it formed an ever expanding puddle. I liken my CUMMING to the breaking of the Hoover dam!!!.

Anyway back to the situation in hand. Part 1 of my plan had worked perfectly now to part 2. This was my first opportunity to forcefully Queen and subdue a male and i was not going to let it pass me by.

Mr Jones was going to be given the knickering of his life, if indeed he had ever experienced such a pleasure such was his arrogance and self importance. Well that was about to change and then some.

My exertions thus far had caused a torrential flow of pussy cream to saturate my panties and thighs. My panties were from Agent Provocateur, nothing but the absolute best will touch my feminine charms. They were designed to hug the curves, my delightful feminine curves, at the hips but they tapered away to little more than a thin wisp of knicker band at my most intimate regions. That strip was so thin and fine that it really could not soak up all of my CUMM, and having reached its saturation point my CUMM was literally dripping on the floor.

I felt alive. I felt like a real woman. This is what i had dreamed about and craved for the last few years of my life and now it was here for me.

A woman of action rather than unnecessary thought time to act Miss S i mused. I looked over at the prick. He had not moved and was still crying freely. “Get up Mr Jones” I commanded. He made little effort to comply. I moved round towards him so that I was now staring him in the eye. Bending down slightly I spoke again “If you don’t get the fuck up i will really give you something to cry about” “Now fucking do it”. “Oh and by the way from now on you refer to me as Miss S”. I spat at him barely able to contain my utter contempt the venom in my voice was clear.

He raised himself from his desk and stood, shoulders drooped, in front of me. To my surprise he was sporting a semi hard cock. No doubt from the forced rubbing of his cock against the desk from the earlier thrashing. I checked the desk for any tell tales signs of male ejaculation. Fucking fortunately for him there were none.

I continued to look him over. He went to speak but i put my finger to my lips . My desire for him to stay the fuck shut up was communicated without words. He went to place his hands on his burning arse in an attempt to quench the fire. Again I communicated my displeasure without speaking. A simple shake of my head and his hands fell to his side. I had just learnt a really valuable lesson. A male can be dominated and instructed just as easily by gesture as word and in some ways that was more thrilling. The most basic form of communication to deal with the most basic of the human mind. That of the male. I continued with this experiment and gestured him to kneel on the floor. He complied in silence. This was so easy. God men really are the dumbest of creatures.

I had already decided during my last night’s wanking frenzy that i did not want to go full into a knickering. I wanted to build it up, really make him want me, to beg for it.

I walked back to my desk and rummaged through my gym bag. I took out a dog lead and collar which i had hidden out of sight. Turning I dangled it in front of him and watched his head slump into his chest as he knew his ordeal with me was far from over. But he made no comment. He was a broken man.

” Get the fuck here now” I spat at him. He made his way forward, “On your fucking knees prick”. “You don’t stand up in front of me again unless you have my permission”. He crawled over to me and when i felt he was at the appropriate distance I beckoned him to stop. Bending down slightly I fastened the collar around his neck and once satisfied that it was fastened tightly enough I picked up the lead and walked him over on all fours, behind me of course ,to my desk.

I turned to face him. He looked up. “Keep your fucking eyes to the floor you fucking idiot”. His head immediately bowed back to the floor. God how I loved every fucking minute of this control.

“Well Mr Jones it seems you have a penchant for my panties, or is it any young ladies panties” I laughed. His reddened face almost matching the beetroot colour of his arse and back. “First time Mr Jones that you have been a pervert”? No reply. ” I asked you a fucking question. When i ask you a fucking question you fucking respond sharpish if you know what’s good for you”. ” No Miss S”. “You beast” I shouted at him. “No doubt you took advantage of a young unsuspecting lady who didn’t realise what a panty sniffing pervert you are”. I was in my element. “Well Mr Jones or perhaps I should call you Mr Gusset lover I am going to teach you a lesson you will never forget”. Without a further word I turned my back on him and bent myself fully over my clear desk. My mini dress rode up high to my thighs. My stockingless suspenders hung freely by my sides.

I looked over my shoulder “Head up low life”. I watched as he slowly raised his head and saw his eyes widen at the sight before him. My ripe, peachy, fleshy arse cheeks, perfectly formed and completely exposed. My knicker band having decided to go AWOL burying itself right up into my arse crack.

Likewise my quim hung perfectly like a ripe and plump peach. Pushing hard and determined to break free from my panties which fought vainly to contain them. I could feel my panties being sucked into my cunt allowing my labial lips to hang freely either side of the thin strip. It was the perfect view for Mr Prick. His cock grew and grew. That didn’t bother me because he was not getting anything unless I wanted him to. I turned my head away from him. I know there are some who would question the safety of this situation. After all the prick was free from his bonds and could easily have overpowered me. But my reading had not gone to waste. I knew I had broken him. I knew he would not turn on me.

I held the lead in my right hand and slipped it between my legs. Slowly but surely I pulled on the lead making that prick crawl towards me on all fours. His face getting ever closer to my exposed arse and cunt. I mused to myself as to the distance from my arse before he would smell me.

With that giddy thought I continued to pull. He was nearly there. I could feel his hot breath on my arse cheeks and thighs. I held him there and ordered him to look at the objects which he had so greedily desired to smell and taste earlier. I teased him “Do you like what you see Mr Jones”. Before he could answer I pulled the lead a final few inches and I felt his nose enter the crack of my arse. and pmmmmmmmmmmmmmf he was there. His nose was buried deep between my blatant cheeks. There was no escape. He had quite a pointed nose and i could feel it pressing against my anus. All that separated us was that wafer thin strip of knicker band. God he was getting my feminine scent for real. No escape. No relief. No mercy. The lucky bastard. He would know my feminine odour. At the same time his mouth had come to its own natural position resting against my pussy, which was now guarded by what could best be described as a sopping wet strip of panty of the sheerest and most delicate material.

To avoid any misunderstanding …. “keep your fucking tongue inside your head prick” I snarled.

I gripped that lead with all of my strength. I pulled and pulled on it. I wanted his face buried up to the hilt against my arse and cunt. Give him what he wanted. Only this time my fucking way not his.

Minute after minute passed. He made feeble efforts to draw back, his nose buried deep between my blatant cheeks. But i was having none of it. This is what he seemingly wanted and this is what he would get. For real!!!

Such was the smothering I was giving him that he needed to breath through both his nose and mouth. This created a suction effect with my panties and combined with the flow of hot air from both his nose and mouth as he attempted to breath was bringing me closer and closer to the verge of no return. I was so getting off with this. I was in a state of extreme sexual arousal. This state would normally have resulted in me self wanking until i squirted. But this time I wanted to get myself off, to squirt hard and long with the sole stimulation of the prick’s hot breath and mouth and nose on my cunt and arse respectively.

He continued to struggle for breath. he continued desperately to try and relieve himself from my vice like grip. Remove himself from my treasure troves. Not a fucking chance. I gripped that collar for all I was worth. The more he struggled the harder I gripped it. My knuckles turned white with the sheer exertion. I would punish him for this later. Slowly but surely my orgasm crept upon me, his breath coursed through me, his face created the necessary friction, ooh god i was there , not much more ooh God this is it and then one more involuntary rub of his face against my clit ………YES YES YES……. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, ooooooooooooooooooooh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah AAAAAAH, AAAAH AAAh AAAh. I moaned out loud. The emptiness of the building giving me free reign to enjoy the delights of my rock solid CUMM. And that is exactly what i did. The BOSS WOMAN expressing herself freely and enjoying her beautiful intense and rewarding orgasm just as it should be. Just as all female orgasms should be celebrated. My pussy cream flowed freely giving him an extra dose of wetness to savour. I continued my grip on that lead holding him there. How many times did the female have to lie there while the male basked in the after glow of his orgasm. This was my role reversal. His hands came up to touch me. A non verbal plea for mercy. Ha fucking ha. I took aim and brought my sharp and pointed stiletto heel driving down into his thigh area. That did the trick. meek and compliant his hands hung by his side. Next time he would be in full restraint. No wandering hands then.

Little ripples of pleasure continued to sweep through my body. It was true. Everything I had read about the delights of male subjugation and face sitting specifically were true. It was the most glorious of feelings. This was the most intense orgasm I had experienced. It seemed never ending. On and on, wave after wave. I had reached the perfect state of equilibrial sexual pleasure. God I wish I could have bottled this and spent the rest of my life in this state.

Not until every last wave and ripple had traversed my entire being did I relax my grip on the lead thus allowing the prick some fresh air.

I lay over my desk gasping and trying to regain a semblance of composure. My face was bright red, I felt a warm glow within me. The radiance of a woman who had been liberated, a woman who had experienced sexual activity and relief as it was intended in nature rather than the way we are indoctrinated to believe.

Meanwhile Mr Prick features fell to the floor and lay there. I couldn’t resist digging my heels into him once more just for the fun of it. And to remind him of his rightful place in life. His face was red and wet, red from the knicker burn he had just gotten and wet from his own sweat and the squirt that i had just drenched him with. What an amazing sight to see his face dripping wet with my CUMM. My sweet nectar was dripping down his face. Wonderful. My laboured breathing continued for a full 10 minutes before i had regained my composure to move to round 2 of my knickering of the prick. Oh yes my luvlies this was just the start.

I raised myself from my desk and stood over him. He remained motionless on the floor grovelling at my feet. Truth be told I was so fucking hot that i wanted to rip my panties off there and then, stuff them down his throat and fucking smother him bare arse naked. But my readings had taught me that when queening is concerned panties must be worn until the male is completely broken. Then and only then should the female consider a nude face sitting. Damn and blast those queening philosophers but deep down i knew they were right. It was far too early and would have been inappropriate for Mr Prick to have savoured my sweet charms with no protection.

Composure regained time to move onto part 2 of the queening. I picked up the lead in my right hand and marched over to the office settee. Mr Prick was still punch drunk having drunk and consumed too much of the sweet elixir which my pussy had so generously provided him, and free of charge!! A heady cocktail indeed and certainly one too potent for any pathetic weak willed male to be able to experience without being subdued and subjugated. His head and pea sized brain were spinning from the realisation of what he had just discovered about himself and his rightful position in life. It was therefore necessary for me to drag him over on all fours behind me, like the little dog he was. The extent to which i had broken this man’s soul was wondrous and I revelled in it.

Having reached my vantage point … “right Mr prick lie down here on the floor with your head resting on the settee”. He moved into position in what seemed like an age but was probably no more than a few seconds. a “few seconds” too long for me. i wanted this so badly. I waited for him to settle in position I watched and studied his naked prostrate form before me. He wore a dumbfounded expression and was still noticeably wet and red. He knew what was about to happen to him although not the ferocity with which i intended to assault him.

I stood facing him, towering above him, straddling him. I was no more than a few feet from his face. The musky aroma from my hot pussy was strong. I could smell it. He must have been able to as well. God it filled the whole fucking room. And in the matter of a few seconds he was going to get it intensified exponentially. He looked up at me plaintively as if to beg for mercy. Such a plea was ignomously ignored. As if he would get mercy from me. Anyway was this not what he had wanted. I turned round and he was once again presented with glorious sight of my arse cheeks and throbbing flush red quim. Those pussy lips really must have been a sight to behold. So wet, so red, so large. Powerful strong lips that could milk dry any pathetic dick. Despite his predicament, his knowledge of his debasement (past and future), his fears, his prick could not help but respond to the sight before his eyes. Slowly it rose from semi flaccid to semi erect, the veins throbbing as its growth continued unabated. I knew that once the knickering was in full flow he would have the mother of all boners. In some ways i was pleased that despite his arousal he knew his place. He had not tried to reach up, sweet talk me he had just laid there silent and broken. His new role and place in life had been quickly ingrained in his mind. Yet I did not like the uncontrollable element of his erection. I did not want him to get hard of his own accord. The answer was of course simple. Another aspect of female domination which i had read about and which i had taken so dearly to my heart. Chastity. I vowed to myself that on my way home from work I would call in at the adult shop and purchase the necessary equipment. I wonder what he would have done or said if he had known that he had just sported his last erection without my permission.

And with that glorious thought spinning in my mind I slowly but surely lowered myself towards his face. Bending my knees at a steady but slow pace to ensure that the full effect of my charms would seduce him and the full consequences of what was to happen to him registered in his mind. Conditioning it was called. the conditioning of the male mind to accept femininity in all its glory and superiority. In all its beauty and strength and to accept its rightful position being under the female both literally and figuratively.

I had read that it was important not to simply “plonk” oneself down on the features of the male face as though one were lounging about on a deck chair. But rather to tantalise and humiliate the male “victim” by keeping the female treasures just out of reach for as long as feasibly possible.

So I continued with my slow knee bending until I could feel his nose once again enter my arse crack and felt his hot breath on my pussy. I could barely imagine how I would smell and taste. But I knew that after my previous exertions my femininity would be abundantly strong. I delighted to imagine what must have been going through his mind in these moments. The realisation that his life had changed for ever. I wondered if he had ever heard of the concept of a male slave. As I continued with these dreamy delights his nose was know wedged firmly between my arse cheeks, his mouth was a fraction away from my tightly constrained pussy. I could feel my overflowing labial lips resting on his face wetting him once again with my sexual secretions. I hovered in that position, God what must I smell like what must I taste like. Thinking time over Miss S, I had stayed in this position for long enough, a few minutes to be precise. I watched him get harder and harder. I listened to his pathetic wimpering. Time to act. I know wanted to listen to his laboured breathing to wallow in my own pleasure and ultimately to scream my lungs out with some more really powerful orgasms.

I descended those final few millimetres, that last small gap which despite being so small was such a powerful and telling divide. With the almost magical words “oh you bad bad boy” I came to rest upon his face. PMMMMMMMMMMMf I heard as once again he struggled for breath. His hands reached up, his only method of communication since his mouth was now completely smothered, and then fell limply by his side. “Yes you know better than that my boy” I mocked him. I loved this new found language, the simple terms yet demeaning terms to put and keep him in his rightful place. The words just came so naturally to me. Deep within me. My natural self coming to the fore.

I rested on his face, I admired my deeply painted red toe nails. I felt thoroughly relaxed and at ease, his nose rammed up deep into my arse resting snugly against my anus and his mouth wholly enveloped and subsumed by my sopping wet kicker band and throbbing quim. He was smelling and tasting me for real. There was and would be no let up. There was no escape. I was free facesitting him, he was fully supporting my weight on his face, what a lucky sod. He would never be the same again. What man could be. He was literally being subsumed within me. It as though we are one., joined in unison in this act which gloriously symbolises the rightful places of the female and male of the species. I knew that he was now as one with my femininity. All of his 5 senses experiencing nothing but me, He smells only me, he tastes only me, he feels only me, he sees only me and he hears only me. This felt so good. I slowly began rubbing my saturated panties across his nose and mouth. He gasped for air as and when possible. i started off slowly but as the pleasure kicked in there was an inevitable quickening. On and on I continued, there was no respite, no let up, this would lead to only one ending. I felt the pleasure of him struggling to breathe. His hot breathe from both his nose and mouth flooding me as he sought desperately to draw in his vital air. My panties were being sucked into his mouth and up his nose. My God what he must be experiencing. I wondered if he realised just how lucky he was to be smelling and tasting me in this manner.

This suction effect and his hot breath on my intimate feminine areas had the inevitable effect of making me as hot as fuck. I was ablaze with lust. I was going to CUMM and CUMM fucking hard all over his face before I was finished with him. I steadfastly refused to self masterbate. That would have got me off too quickly. This experience was to be savoured. My first ever knickering of a male was not going to be rushed. I was in the zone sitting regally on his face like Queen Cleopatra subjugating an underling and enforcing her dominance and superiority.

With that in mind I raised myself ever so slightly allowing him to breath in some fresh air whilst giving me the opportunity to survey him. He was fully erect, his cock throbbing hard. His face was beetroot red, and very very wet again a combination of his sweat, my sweat and my cunt cream. Our eyes met. I smiled at him, not a friendly smile you understand oh no a smile that told him that he was now my slave and that he was going to find himself in this position as a matter of routine. You belong underneath me and you are going to spend an inordinate amount of time in this position. Being used by your Mistress as her chair, her seat and her sex toy whenever the mood tales her. And coincidentally that was exactly what I moved onto.

I had shown enough self control and restraint. I throbbed and ached and I deserved relief. My pussy was on fire my clitty was on fire and I needed my equivalent of the fire brigade to put out the inferno which was erupting between my thighs. Failing which my agent provocateur panties were likely to be singed beyond repair LOL!!

I squatted down on his face once again, the descent being slightly quicker than previous such was my hotness and need to CUMM. He was caught off guard, he was part way through inhaling when I was sat very firmly and regally on his face. The result being that I once more experienced the delightful suction effect. Absolute fucking bliss.

I wasted no time. I rocked back and forth, deep long and hard really smothering him and getting his features right in between my arse and cunt. Up tight and out of sight as they say. There was no respite. I was maintaining a steady pace. Back and forth, nose and mouth, nose and mouth, arse and cunt, arse and cunt. I had developed my own little mantra!! Oh God this was amazing. I couldn’t believe just how good it was. My pelvic thrusting was building up to a head of steam and like all such situations a release was necessary. I was creaming my panties. I was breathing heavily, my panties were being drawn deeper and deeper into my arse and cunt, to all intents and purpose he was now being queened naked, my panties had deserted me being nothing more than dental floss LOL!! I was approaching my orgasm, the kind which I had only experienced thus far when I had found solace in my female domination fantasies

God my cumm was now dripping onto his face. He was being drenched with it. The lucky pig.

I could hold back no longer my self control had evaporated “Tongue out you pig”. I felt his snaking tongue press against my panties, against my pussy lips and against my clit as I forced myself down onto his face for all I was worth. I tweaked my nipples, I rubbed my mid riff. Oh God I was there no holding back and YESSSSSSS it hit me, my orgasm, an orgasm of cosmic proportions or to be more exact orgasm of the big bang universe creating variety. Head thrown back, back arched screaming my lungs out. I squirted copious amounts of CUMM direct into his mouth but such was the volume that I ended up saturating his face and chest. His poor little mouth unable to swallow at a quick enough pace to consume all that was so kindly given to him. He was dripping wet with my CUMM. I rubbed violently across his face not caring or considering his feelings. I needed to eek out every last CUMM ripple and excrete every last drop of CUMM from my pussy. I was not going to stop until every last pussy contraction had passed and I didn’t give a fuck how long he suffered under me. “Keep that tongue busy you shit I screamed” And so it continued for a full 20 minutes until I was completely sated. But I remained on his face even after my last eruption. I wanted him to continue to taste me. So I retrieved my panties from their hiding place so that they were now resting on his face. My panties were dripping. I could feel them as wet as ever. I was conscious of the fact that Mr Jones would be even more aware of their wetness. They were smothered across his nose and mouth. There was no escape and no respite. He was trapped by my knicker strip the musky aromatic secretions providing him with a real and true perspective of female dominance.

I kept Mr Jones in that position for a further 30 minutes. He made no attempt to remove me. I had broken him.

In the next part of my tale I will set out the details of how I parted company with Mr Jones that night and recount some more hard core female domination as my relationship with him developed into one of total submission and degradation on his part.

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