I want to be a Dominatrix

I’ve just come back from a champagne lunch when reception tells me I’ve been booked in an one hours time for BDSM. The client “Casey” wants serious Domination and almost nothing is off limits.
I love BDSM bookings; it is my dream to be a Dominatrix, so I can’t help but feel excited.
I begin setting the room up specifically for our booking; taking the famous LPS ‘Big Black Box’ of sex toys, out from it’s hiding place and scatter an assortment of toys around the room.
I have decorated with a variety of dildo’s, anal beads, an anal plug, a whip and a red strap on and I place massage-wax candles on either side of the bed. They are a very sensual addition to any booking; you can poor the silky wax from the burning candle straight onto the body and give your lover a sensual massage with it.
The room feels inviting, sensual and kinky as fuck; the ultimate adult playroom!
In the dressing room, I pour through the clothes rack to find the perfect outfit. We all have our own lingerie and personal outfits but there is also a communal wardrobe full of costumes and dresses for specialty bookings like this.
I can’t find anything that really stands out to me though, so instead, I stick with a favourite from my personal collection; a leather, corset mini dress with black vinyl, knee high boots.
Ask any man, that’s one outfit you can’t go wrong with.
I zip the boots all the way up to my knees, so that only the smooth bare flesh from my thighs can be seen.
My breasts pour out over the top of the corset, making me look even bigger than my already large, 10 DD bust.
I tie my silky brown hair, back into a sleek high ponytail and stand back to admire myself in the mirror.
I look fiercely sexy.
“Serena?” reception yells from downstairs.
“Coming”, I yell back down.
I take one last look in the mirror before I turn on my heels and head down to get Casey.
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Casey is stereotypically attractive with a sexy jawline, smouldering brown eyes, glowing skin and a defined muscular physic.
As soon as I meet him, I can tell he is a deviant. Sexual energy oozes out of him and the sparkle in his eye is undoubtedly the naughty kind.
I open the door to the Intro room and he is briefly taken aback.
“Woah”, he says. “You are giving me a hard on already”.
He is a very smooth operator and he charms me with a few more compliments.
I can’t even begin to imagine how many hearts he has broken out in the real world.
*******
“I’m not going to be nice”, I tell him, “and you are not to speak until we are upstairs, do you understand?” I ask.
He looks shocked that we have already started and nods; an excited glean coming over him.
I take him by the hand and lead him upstairs to our room and shut the door behind me.
“Take your clothes off” I instruct him.
He pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor and then kicks his shoes off. He undoes his belt and unzips his pants, shaking them down to the floor and finally, he pulls his socks off.
He stands in front of me completely naked, his cock standing tall.
“Come here and lick my boot”, I say, pointing to my foot.
He bends down on the floor in front of me and bowing his head right down, he licks the top of my left shoe.
“And the other one”, I say.
He moves to the right and licks it as well.
“Say thank you”, I say.
“Thankyou”, he replies.
I walk over to the bedside table and pick up the rope, the whip and a candle; and walk back to where he is kneeling.
I crouch down, directly in front of him and place the candle and the whip on the floor, to the side.
“Hold your hands up”, I tell him.
With his hands held out in front of him, I wrap the rope around his wrists securely and tie a double Column – the best knot for wrists and feet.
I stand, picking the whip back up.
I whip him hard on his thigh and he grimaces. “You’ve been bad and this is what you deserve isn’t it”, I say.
“Yes”, he replies.
I slide the whip up and down his shaft gently, followed by a light whip on his cock. He groans, aroused by the slight pain.
I step behind him and whip him lightly on his bare ass before bringing the whip down hard, leaving a red streak across his ass cheek. He bends forward, groaning in pain from the last whip.
“Lay down”, I tell him.
He lays on the floor, his tied hands resting on his abdomen.
I bend down between his legs, placing the whip on the outside of his thigh.
I pick up the burning candle to the side of us and hold it over his chest. He looks at me in alarm and I smile, I know it won’t burn him but he doesn’t.
Slowly, I tip the candle, letting the warm wax drizzle down his chest. He exhales deeply in combination of relief and pleasure. I drizzle a little more down his belly before finally reaching his cock and balls.
I run a finger down his chest, through the trail of wax before placing a hand firmly around his cock. I rub the warm satin liquid in, moving my grip up and down his shaft.
I lean down and swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting his precum before wrapping my lips all the way around him. I suck his cock, up and down, moving my head with the motion of my hand.
He thrusts his pelvis into the motion of my mouth and I move my head the entire way up and down his shaft, taking the full length off him into the back of my throat.
His abdomen becomes tense and his breathing deepens. His eyes are closed and his face is in deep concentration, “don’t stop”, he pants.
“What did you say?” I ask, abruptly pulling my head back.
He opens his eyes wide, his face in agony. “No, please” he begs.
“Did you ask me if you were allowed to come yet?” I ask.
“No”, he says, his face twisted in sexual frustration.
“No, that’s right”, I reply as I begin untying the rope around his hands.
“Now I’m going to have to punish you” I say. “Do you know why?” I ask.
“Yes,” he replies, looking up at me hungrily.
“Good” I say.
I stand up and instruct him to get up and sit on the bed, keeping his eyes forward.
This time, I walk around the bed, to the other small side table. I pick up the red strap on and place it over my crotch. I adjust the buckles around myself, fastening it securely onto my waist.
I walk back around to wear he sits.
“Turn around and bend over” I say.

My goodness, look at the time, I have got to get ready for a booking, stay tuned for part two…coming soon.
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