Here’s an exclusive extract from The Story of Control by Adrianna Taylor.
It was a Friday morning. The sun beamed through the bedroom window and stirred me from a dream which was about my up and coming day, and what I was going to do in my session with my client. His name was Peter, a regular client, and he was coming to get his bottom spanked later that day. I dressed up in my black silk dress with a slit up the knee on one of the sides. Underneath, I was wearing a black suspender belt with black stockings, my tanned thighs poking out of the top, finished with my highest black high heels. Peter stood in front of me, naked. He was of medium stature, a slight build, with a small cock that gets a semi hard-on, and dribbled pre-cum, as he got turned on by being submissive to me. He loved a woman with a strong personality putting him in his place. I pulled him forcibly over my lap and he couldn’t resist trying to pull my skirt up and run his fingers up the seams of the stockings. He loved the feeling of the sheer material on his hand. “That’s quite enough of that, Peter,” I said. “Sorry Miss. You are so beautiful, I can’t help it.” “Really,” I thought to myself and began to spank him. Although he was complimenting me, I was in charge of him. Just as I was getting a nice hand spanking rhythm going, with me striking one cheek then the other, and giving him a bit of relief by rubbing his red bottom.
I found it curious that I saw mainly male clients and had only seen one female client in all the time I had been a Mistress. It would be nice to be spanking a slim, attractive, well-groomed woman. who had a sweet aroma about her. But that was not the norm. I had a lot of men who wanted me to punish their wife or girlfriend, but it never quite rang true. The closest I got was when I started my career as a Dominatrix. I had been contacted by a young couple. The woman wanted to experience what a woman’s hand was like on her bottom. I took the opportunity and, after a couple of drinks, we went to the bedroom. She was dressed in a rubber dress that clung to the curves of her body. Her long brunette hair hung softly at her shoulders. She bent over her bed, and I began to spank her bottom. Her skin was soft and she smelt sweetly of perfume. She seemed to be very turned on by the whole experience as I spanked her bottom. Her skirt was so short I got a peek of the pink of her pussy, and suddenly noticed how damp she was getting, as a gush of wet trickled down her leg. Her petite hands moved to her pussy, and she gently rubbed it, at the same time enjoying the pain of the spanks and the pleasure of masturbating herself.
Before long, I was donning a bikini, facing my opponent and taking her down to the floor in a head lock before being pinned and trying to wiggle myself out before rolling her over. I found that in the scramble, items of clothing could come loose, and it would not be unusual to get a breast in my face, or get a gynaecological view of her pussy, with the other lady placing herself over my face. It makes you think about your own hygiene and grooming when you’re in this position.
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