The Submissive Ache
I can't speak for others, but my submissive ache ebbs and flows during the week. If I stay busy, I can usually control it, but if I have too much down time then the craving hits me like a junkie needing a fix. I have to find a woman to abuse me even if it winds up costing me a substantial bit of money. Inflation has hit everything, including the price of an hour or two with a professional Mistress, so it's a treat I can afford only about once or twice a month. Masturbation doesn't really help, in fact it makes the cravings worse in some ways because of my high libido. Sometimes I just need to feel pain for the sake of pain, and give up control to a powerful lady. My submissive brethren understand what I'm talking about.
Finding a pro Domme is easier than ever, provided you live near a metropolitan area. The smaller the town, the less likely you are to find what you are looking for. I use mostly BDSM sites as well as the websites of dominatrices, but occasionally find one advertising on vanilla social media sites as well. Remember that you get what you pay for. The best professionals have their own gear and BDSM attire. Some even have their own dungeon play space. The really good ones are vetted and reviewed by clients.
I suppose you can call a Dominatrix a sex worker, but I've never looked at them that way. To me it's more like booking a massage. It's mostly legal, and it doesn't really interest the vice police unless there is a sexual exchange involved. The cops have bigger fish to fry than to arrest some John paying to get his ass whipped. It wouldn't stick in court anyway. That gives the professional Dommes more leeway in openly advertising their services. Also, setting up the scene with a professional is a little different than with a lifestyle Mistress. You have to make it clear EXACTLY what it is you want, along with fetishes and limits. It's the one occasion you're allowed to top from the bottom with a Femdom. Basically, you are creating a kink box for her to work with. Think of it as ordering a burger at your favorite fast food restaurant. "I want a cheeseburger with no onions and extra special sauce." Have it your way.
So as luck would have it, I don't have much going on this week at work, and I have no plans for the weekend. For me that's a formula for a butt beating. The combination of the submissive ache coupled with boredom had me climbing the walls. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to find a dominatrix to sate the craving. I booked a session with Princess P from Austin, who advertises herself as "luscious and sadistic" and caters to the "curious and brave". She dresses like the prototypical Femdom Mistress with thigh-high leather boots, fishnet stockings, and a black corset. Her body is covered in tattoos, and she has multiple piercings on her nose, lips, and tongue. She has a serious demeanor, and when she smiles it's really more of a smirk. However, the thing that made her stand out in her pictures was her flaming orange/red hair, cropped with bangs as Bettie Page would have in classic BDSM fashion. This is not a woman to be trifled with. And as I lurked through her website and social media accounts I became even more enthralled. I clicked on her Twitter account and one of the first pics I saw was of a bound submissive with live leeches attached to his chest, while she stood over him glowing in pride. Leeches?? There were short clips posted of golden showers, ball busting, e-stim, mummification, bimbofication, the whole shebang. High level kink stuff for the discerning client, and all sessions take place in her own private dungeon.
The booking process took three days, starting with an email inquiry and ending with speaking to her briefly on the phone to confirm the session. Her voice sounds like she is one of Satan's disciples. It was like a baritone incarnation of Janis Joplin, raspy and deep. She knew my fetishes from the email information I filled out, so she has a good idea about what I was hoping she would accomplish during the session. She made a point to tell me that pegging costs extra and to bring my own dildos if I wanted that done. As a new client, I had to Venmo a deposit which made me a little nervous, but I've been around the block a few times and checked her out as well as she vetted me. She's for real alright.
So it's on for Sunday afternoon, and I suspect I will have some things to write about come Monday morning. I just hope I can keep the submissive ache at bay until then.
Finding a pro Domme is easier than ever, provided you live near a metropolitan area. The smaller the town, the less likely you are to find what you are looking for. I use mostly BDSM sites as well as the websites of dominatrices, but occasionally find one advertising on vanilla social media sites as well. Remember that you get what you pay for. The best professionals have their own gear and BDSM attire. Some even have their own dungeon play space. The really good ones are vetted and reviewed by clients.
I suppose you can call a Dominatrix a sex worker, but I've never looked at them that way. To me it's more like booking a massage. It's mostly legal, and it doesn't really interest the vice police unless there is a sexual exchange involved. The cops have bigger fish to fry than to arrest some John paying to get his ass whipped. It wouldn't stick in court anyway. That gives the professional Dommes more leeway in openly advertising their services. Also, setting up the scene with a professional is a little different than with a lifestyle Mistress. You have to make it clear EXACTLY what it is you want, along with fetishes and limits. It's the one occasion you're allowed to top from the bottom with a Femdom. Basically, you are creating a kink box for her to work with. Think of it as ordering a burger at your favorite fast food restaurant. "I want a cheeseburger with no onions and extra special sauce." Have it your way.
So as luck would have it, I don't have much going on this week at work, and I have no plans for the weekend. For me that's a formula for a butt beating. The combination of the submissive ache coupled with boredom had me climbing the walls. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to find a dominatrix to sate the craving. I booked a session with Princess P from Austin, who advertises herself as "luscious and sadistic" and caters to the "curious and brave". She dresses like the prototypical Femdom Mistress with thigh-high leather boots, fishnet stockings, and a black corset. Her body is covered in tattoos, and she has multiple piercings on her nose, lips, and tongue. She has a serious demeanor, and when she smiles it's really more of a smirk. However, the thing that made her stand out in her pictures was her flaming orange/red hair, cropped with bangs as Bettie Page would have in classic BDSM fashion. This is not a woman to be trifled with. And as I lurked through her website and social media accounts I became even more enthralled. I clicked on her Twitter account and one of the first pics I saw was of a bound submissive with live leeches attached to his chest, while she stood over him glowing in pride. Leeches?? There were short clips posted of golden showers, ball busting, e-stim, mummification, bimbofication, the whole shebang. High level kink stuff for the discerning client, and all sessions take place in her own private dungeon.
The booking process took three days, starting with an email inquiry and ending with speaking to her briefly on the phone to confirm the session. Her voice sounds like she is one of Satan's disciples. It was like a baritone incarnation of Janis Joplin, raspy and deep. She knew my fetishes from the email information I filled out, so she has a good idea about what I was hoping she would accomplish during the session. She made a point to tell me that pegging costs extra and to bring my own dildos if I wanted that done. As a new client, I had to Venmo a deposit which made me a little nervous, but I've been around the block a few times and checked her out as well as she vetted me. She's for real alright.
So it's on for Sunday afternoon, and I suspect I will have some things to write about come Monday morning. I just hope I can keep the submissive ache at bay until then.
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