Fifty Shades of Domination - My True Story (26 page)

In the event, the evening went on for hours but seemed to fly by in an instant. The sex was every bit as fantastic as I had hoped it would be: raw, visceral, pounding and hard. It turned out that I had been incredibly lucky with the guy that I had chosen and the whole thing was fantastic. I took charge of the way we made love and found that hugely exciting. This was orgasmic sex at its best, it definitely hit double figures; what more could a woman ask for?

CHAPTER 25

WEST LONDON TOWERS

I
can’t now quite remember whether or not my gigolo awayday came before or after I moved my entire business operation to its current home. I fondly refer to my premises as ‘West London Towers’ with its appealing overtones of a somewhat eccentric, British stately home. It is in fact a cosy, yet spacious, suburban house with multiple playspaces on multiple floors. It is ideally fit for its purpose, a quiet and discreet hideaway for tormenting and binding my slaves in uninterrupted, soundproofed and lonely luxury.

I now live elsewhere in London but the same house remains the nerve-centre of what has become something of an international business operation, regularly taking me out of the country to Europe and the USA for filming trips or to make and maintain contacts with other dominatrices and adult film production companies.

The filming company I now own is an important part of my commercial operation, but still at the heart of what I do are the intimate sessions with selected personal clients. That has little changed over the years. Anyone can book a domination session with me; the delay in getting an appointment may these days be a little longer than once it was, but I remain totally committed to the heartbeat of my business.

The gradual growth of my commercial success came once I fully realised the power of advertising. In the early days of my dungeon I gained clients through leaving my cards in local brothels and by advertisements in local, weekly newspapers. Most of the guys who came to see me were from perhaps a 25-mile radius around my home. Then I discovered that I could place ads in
Exchange and Mart
magazine which has a far wider readership and brought in clients from all over the UK. The biggest change, however, came with my starting to advertise in international magazines that specialised in articles and pictures of dominant women. It was a major expense but rapidly changed the nature of my client base. These glossy, expensive publications circulated amongst a different kind of client all over the world. Their readers were men, and sometimes couples, who were deeply committed to and involved in the fetish world. And they came from all over.

My premises are not far from London’s main international airport, Heathrow, and with its easy transport access I started to get more clients from abroad, particularly America. These were mostly powerful businessmen, visiting London for their companies but fascinated by the fetish world and wealthy enough to be able to indulge their special interests with me.

There have been other changes over the years. I once
worked in a lonely and isolated bubble of kinkiness in a garage at the rear of my home; I now have the space and the experience to offer astonishing new experiences to my eager clients. Either for a filming shoot, or often just for fun, I can be found ‘double-domming’ with a dominatrix colleague, or teasing a hapless and frustrated male with the delights of one of my stable of available young slavegirls. Foremost among these is my sexy young submissive, the beautiful and oh-so-compliant Miss Sherry. She’s naughty, feisty, unruly and badly behaved. I frequently have to punish her for cheekiness and for teasing my male slaves as soon as my back is turned. I would not, however, want to be without her. She is one of my closest confidantes and friends.

I met Sherry many years ago through a mutual friend in the BDSM scene who knew what I did for a living. On several occasions I’d mentioned to her my need for a submissive girl and asked her to pass on my number to anyone who might be interested in working with me. The result was a meeting with Sherry, then a petite young student with whom I immediately struck up a firm friendship that has lasted till this day. We found we had a lot in common: she was at university and seeking work in the ‘adult’ world to fund her studies and was thinking of taking a job in a brothel. Sherry enjoys sex, enjoys meeting new men and has the most delightful, calm and pleasing manner imaginable. She hadn’t found the escort work she wanted but was clearly keen to get started. She was highly intelligent but, although she was studying for a law degree, I immediately thought that the description ‘ditzy’ would fit her to perfection. Sherry made it clear that she would be only too happy to audition for a new role as a slavegirl in my fast-growing
business. Even as we spoke I had the ideal client in mind to introduce her to my world. He was a regular visitor who loved the idea of being sexually teased and repeatedly denied. As I have never allowed any sexual contact between the clients and myself, I needed a willing girl to drive him crazy with her body before I introduced an element of discipline and denial into the proceedings. On his next visit, I made his dreams come true and took him to visit Sherry in a hotel room nearby.

Ideally from my point of view, both the client and Sherry were happy to be filmed at play, and so the room got a little more crowded as my cameraman was added into the mix. I don’t think either the guy or Sherry even noticed the camera as she threw herself into the role of sexy siren to drive his frustration levels through the roof. She touched him, let him touch her breasts and pussy, and even decided she should sit on his face to give him a taste of her feminine charms. Every time I thought he was having a little bit too much fun and that he might lose control and prematurely bring proceedings to a halt, I was on hand to ensure that a little pain brought him back down to earth with a bump. I could see immediately that Sherry was a natural and the perfect submissive bundle to add into my operation. She was friendly, fun and sexy; she was most definitely not into receiving serious pain herself, but was totally happy to sit on a client’s face without her knickers on – a regular request from many of my customers who know they’ll never get that service from me.

Sherry was, in fact, everything I could have desired. Most importantly, she had not been doing this kind of work for long and was not in the slightest bit jaded. She was a real bundle of
laughs, and really got into the role play. She and I hit it off straightaway and agreed then and there to make another film or two together in my chambers. A week or so later, Sherry turned up at my door, ready to become a star of the silver screen as I introduced her to all of the wonders of room after room of bondage and domination equipment. Sherry admitted that she was kinky in the extreme and enjoyed the whole idea of bondage, so seeing my equipment was a mega eye-opener for her. She just went around saying, ‘Wow, I can’t believe this, look at this stuff, oh my God.’ She was just completely overwhelmed and interested and excited and titillated and with a genuine desire to know more.

Sherry came in for a session with the same client she’d already met and we produced a film entitled
Sherry Trifle
. Okay, perhaps not the most imaginative title in the film lexicon, but it made me laugh. I laid her down naked, strapped her to the bondage bench and let him cover her with fruit, cream and other messy foodstuffs. In retrospect I should perhaps have taken the jug of custard out of the fridge
before
we poured it onto her body, but at least it woke her up. The deal was that he then got to eat all the food from this unique human plate – and he did find plenty of places to put soft fruit and a banana. I can’t imagine why he found that enjoyable… Personally I would just have scoffed down the food without bothering with the sexual arousal – but then I am always hungry and even the lovely Sherry can’t turn me on to personal play with women.

Watching the film back recently on my archive site, I was struck by just how much Sherry enjoyed its production. Despite being covered in cold custard, chocolate buttons and
cherries – or more likely
because
she was covered in cold custard, chocolate buttons and cherries – she giggled her way through the entire event, and still managed to look, sound and feel sexy. The film reached a climax, literally, when the client got so excited that I decided a little cooling off was required. I positioned myself strategically over his face and poured out a flood of my highly-personal house champagne over him and my slavegirl. As he reached his damp, warm watersport climax I glanced down at Sherry to find her touching her vagina and still stroking his cock to expertly milk out his pleasure. Sherry was still smiling; I knew that a star was born. This girl was a natural.

Soon after that I introduced my new slavegirl to the delights of her own bondage session. This time I tested out the limits of Sherry’s own submission. I discovered that she, like many of my male slaves, gets her own sexual kick from doing all that she can to please me. She was not really into severe pain but loved me putting her in bondage and being masterful to make her accept whatever suffering I wanted to impose. I was relatively kind but still clamped her nipples tightly enough to make her squeal, applied some stinging electrics and spanked her pert little behind to a satisfying, rosy glow.

Ever since then, Sherry has proved to be a firm favourite with my clients, despite her cheeky habit of trying to get her fellow slaves into trouble whenever I’m not paying attention. Many a client has found himself being punished by me because Sherry has been naughty behind my back and playfully blamed it on him.
Caveat Emptor
: clients who purchase her services will find their nipples will be fair game
to be squeezed as soon as I’m out of the room and they will find themselves accused of naughtiness they knew nothing about. Not, of course, that pleas of innocence of any crime will cut any ice with me if Sherry complains. They’ll still be punished. I don’t allow my clients to give orders to Sherry, she is only submissive to me; but there’s little she won’t do if I order her obedience.

In fact, it has become obvious over the years that Sherry enjoys the sessions almost as much as do my clients. Her orgasms are never faked; sometimes a bit noisy and with a tad too much squealing for my own tastes, but never faked. And she shows a delightful acceptance of any situation in which I might put her. I remember on one occasion stripping both her and one of my male slaves butt-naked and forcing them together into an all-enveloping, rubber body bag. I zipped up the bag so that they were immovably pressed against each other within the tight and dark confines of the heavy latex covering. It was a situation that many would have found claustrophobic and distressing but when I felt they had suffered enough and unzipped the rubber package I found that Sherry had simply drifted off to sleep. She had experienced and shared the ‘floaty’ pleasure that so many of my men get from tight rubber bondage.

There has been just one area of my bondage Mistress activities where Sherry has so far failed to shine. In recent times I’ve encouraged her try being a dominant herself, letting her act as my assistant in some scenes. It’s not been an easy task to draw out the dominant side of her personality. On one occasion I dressed her in a rubber catsuit and instructed her to ‘look mean’. She instantly took on the appearance of a lost
little lamb: ‘I just don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do,’ she pleaded. The photographer whom I had hired especially was laughing so much that the shoot was a disaster. Perhaps one is either born to be a bondage Mistress, or not.

Our friendship has spread beyond the workplace into our personal lives, although the age gap between us means that out shared love of fine food is one of our few common interests outside of the dungeon. We have, however, grown closer from taking several filming trips abroad together and from being booked by one regular client to stay together with him in a luxury hotel on the continent. The overnight trip always follows a similar pattern: he enjoys both Sherry and I accompanying him for dinner and then loves watching as I abuse her body in his hotel room afterwards. I should confess that I can, on occasions, be mean to poor Sherry. There have been times when she’s had a cock-gag strapped into her mouth and been tied too close for comfort to a man’s body, and other occasions when the electrics may have been turned up a little higher than she deserved – all totally accidentally on my part, of course. I would never just pick up a cane and give her the sort of treatment that I might give a man but perhaps a flogging might take her to her limits or the nipple clamps will be a little harsher than usual.

Sherry is but one of a group of several slavegirls, some of them professional submissives and some of them keen amateur masochists, who work with me on a regular basis. More frequently, however, you are likely to find me playing host to a visiting dominatrix from elsewhere in the UK, from Europe or even over on a tour from the USA. Playing with two Mistresses and one hapless slave can be the greatest fun and
I’m always delighted to both learn from other girls and give them the benefit of my own particular techniques to keep my slaves in their place. I find that a whole range of games including boot-worship, strap-on training and just generally trying to confuse the easily-confused male slave brain, all work well with one of my desirable female friends coming along to help me. There is something particularly demeaning and degrading for a slave when he is forced into some humiliating ritual, such as cleaning his Mistress’s boots with his tongue, when that activity is demanded in front of two domes together. It also opens up all sorts of other games, such as ‘spit-roasting’ a man with strap-on cocks thrusting simultaneously into his rear and deep down his throat. I pride myself on training my few, very lucky, owned slaves to do whatever I may require of them. These are men who have devoted themselves to my service and who have amused me enough to become my property to hurt and abuse whenever and however I wish. ‘However humiliating, however degrading’ is their much-practised mantra and sometimes it is fun to be able to show off the depths of their training to an appreciative female colleague.