The Domme

The Domme The Domme

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Beautiful dominance and sadism from a black Domme

Summary

Beautiful dominance and sadism from a black Domme

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Submitted: July 20, 2015

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Submitted: July 20, 2015

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The phone rang and it was 3 a.m..... I was startled up out of my sleep and answered the phone in a groggy voice. Hello….Hello I said.  Baby girl, where are you? I’m at home in bed Mommy I said slightly irritated with her question. Okay get up, I’m leaving the club and coming to get you in twenty minutes. Pack a bag too because you’re coming to the house for the weekend. And wear something sexy for me, oh and bring those black heels I like for you to wear when you dance for me.  Yes Mommy, I said to her as I hung up and started to get myself together.

My “Mommy” wasn't my mother at all but my Domme. She's a female dominant, not to be confused with a dominatrix, who gets paid and never has sexual encounters with her submissives. She had taken on the role as Mommy to me even though she was only two years my senior.  And I had had fallen helplessly in love with her within the past six months.  We had met at the local bookstore. I’d been sitting down at the cafe having a cafe con leche and reading a book on the BDSM lifestyle.  She walked over to my table and asked was anyone sitting here?  The cafe and the bookstore was teeming with people on a particularly cool Saturday morning and my table was open so I said sure. I gave her a little smile and looked back down at my book.

I noticed her beauty immediately even though she barely wore any makeup.  As I watched her take a seat next to me, I thought how pretty her full lips were and how her naturally curly hair framed her face perfectly. I took a few sips of my drink and looked around the cafe and noticed that she was staring at me. I gave her a quick smile and tried to make small talk with her about how busy the bookstore was. Yeah, it’s really busy today she said and looked back down at her magazine. The magazine she was reading had a featured article on the 50 Shades of Grey phenomena that was displayed boldly on the front cover.

About ten minutes later she looked up in disgust and said you know this article is a load of crap. I looked up and from my book and started to laugh. I told her that I agreed that the whole book and movie was so inaccurate and it was basically romanticized garbage that gave the lifestyle a bad name. She said yeah really, it gives us a bad name. When she said "us" it peaked my interest. Oh so are you in the lifestyle as well, I asked her inquisitively? Yes I am, I've been in the life for about fifteen years. I'm Mistress D and extended her hand to me.I held it for a brief moment before I shook it quickly and let go.

 I noticed that when I took her hand a jolt of electricity coursedthrough me, almost like a spark that we secretly had between us . Her soft skin made me curious about so many other things about who she really was.  I smiled  as she pulled out her  business card. Here give me a call if you ever wantto chat she told me as she winked.I looked down at her picture and the simple script on her card. And before I had to say anything else she'dpicked up her beverage and the magazine and walked up to the counter to pay for her purchases. 

A few days later I got up enough courage to finally call her after agonizing over the decision in my head.  She picked up after two quick rings and I heard her sultry voice answer. There was a five second pause before I even said anything to her.I was more nervous because I'd already formed negative feelings about dominant women and black dominant women as well. I guess it was some type of internalized societal bull shit and what most people felt about black women in general. Most people already thought we were all bossy and or bitches. So I took that assumption and ran with it even though she'd given me no indication of that when we met. She said hello into the phone once again after I sat there in silence. Hi...hi... I finally managed to say.

Quickly I  filled her in on who I was and where we'd meet. Oh hey, girl she said in a cheerful manner. once she figured out who I was.What's been going on with you, she said like we were best of friends.  I immediately breathed a sigh of relief and let my guards down.

Our conversation flowed and we talked on the phone that night for over three hours. It felt good to connect with a woman again, and being bisexual I craved that attention only a women could give me. And she sparked my curiosity since I had never personally known a Female dominant. Over the next couple of weeks we talked consistently about our desires in the lifestyle and I told her what I felt that I needed to work towards being a submissive. Finally after six weeks of talking on the phone and texting back and forth she agreed to meet me. I'd  asked her out for drinks and she agreed upon meeting me. It was a Saturday night and I'd had a pretty stressful week and a bottle of red wine was calling my name. There was a new wine bar opening up and I decided that I wanted to take her. I needed to be extra sexy tonight for her.

We had flirted back and forth but never really talked about having sex. I picked out an all black outfit with gold accessories,even my black pointy toed booties had gold buckles on them. Surprisingly I was punctual and we met at seven on the dot in the parking lot of the upscale wine bar.Quickly we hugged and gave each other a peck on the cheek then walked into the bar. The bar was alive with people and the atmosphere was friendly and laid back.

A jazz band played in the background as we sipped our wine at one of the quaint corner tables. The night went on as we shared edamame and shirachi shrimp as our appetizers. I was enjoying her company and felt like she was enjoying me as well. Time flew by and before we knew it the bar was closing. I had a slight buzz and I wasn't ready to go home yet. She felt the same way and asked if I wanted to come back to her house for more drinks and to talk. I almost blurted out hell yeah but I just said yes of course, I didn't want to seem too desperate. We got into our separate cars and I followed her to her apartment. I was nervous and slightly tipsy as I drove through the quiet streets. 

 As we walked into the doorway of her building, she leaned in close and kissed me on the mouth. I hadn't been kissed like that in a very long time by a woman and it was very intense and passionate. I thought maybe it was the wine but this kiss lingered on as I felt that warm feeling flow through me.  Her lips were soft and she smelled and tasted like the sweet red wine she'd been drinking all night.  Get naked I wanna see your body,she said once we stopped kissing. I was surprised at her forwardness but I said oh well. I quickly stripped down and she looked me up and down,smiled and gave me a nod of approval. Pretty she said as she touched my breasts and fingered the jewelry on my nipple piercing. She put her mouth around the nipple and let her tongue flick at the ring back and forth. I was in pure ecstasy because my nipples were so sensitive. As I started to feel like I was floating she stopped sat down and opened up her legs. 

She pulled her panties down and started rubbing her clit and moaning softly. Come here she said in a low voice. I sat next to her and started to kiss her neck and suck at her exposed breasts that she had pulled out of her blouse.  She lifted my mouth off of her breast by my hair and pushed my face down towards her pussy. I put my face down to lick at her clit softly and taste the wet flesh of her pussy. I went to work quickly and in less than ten minutes she was cumming.  She let out a quick scream as she grabbed my hair. Once she was finished she told me to go to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. She explained where the extra wash cloths and toothbrushes were at.

I found the the items quickly and took care of myself.  I walked back in the room and she was standing up just wearing her panties. Her nipples were the color of chocolate and were standing at attention.  She had something in her hand and I couldn't make it out what it actually was until I came close to her. It was a cord of some kind. It looked alot like an extension cord.  She dropped it down at her feet and told me to get on my knees with my back to her.  I heard the metal clink of handcuffs as she pulled them out. Panic arose in me as I told her I didn't like handcuffs and did she even have a key for them? Yes baby I do she said, attempting to reassure me. 

She decided that she wanted to handcuff me to the coffee table. I was inebriated, naked and handcuff to her coffee table as she took out the cord and gave me a few swift blows to my back and ass. I cried out a few times but she ignored me and only punished me even more. 

Click, click I heard the sound of a camera flash. Damn, she was taking pictures of my naked body that I'm pretty sure had welts forming. I didn't feel humiliated because I had no body image issues and I knew that she wouldn't show anyone the pictures. Mistress D, who I later learned real name was Deanna, unlocked the cuffs and told me to follow her upstairs. You did very well she told me. I'm surprised that you could handle the pain of "big orange". Big orange, I said puzzled. Yeah that's what I call my cord. Oh ok I get it now giggling at the name. I'm going to make you some bath water for you to calm down and soothe your skin. Go to the bedroom on the left and lie down and wait till I'm finished. Yes Mistress D,I said walking out of the bathroom. You may call me Mommy from now on she told me. Yes Mommy I said slipping into her bedroom.

 

 


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