0 comments/ 7721 views/ 2 favorites WOW, I'm a Dominatrix Too! By: KissedMany Thanks to larryinseattle for editing. ***** Here I am again at the door of the San Francisco sex club, Eros Unleashed. Last night blew my mind. It was my first time in one of these places. What an adventure for me, a 23 year-old small town girl from Idaho on my first company paid business trip to the big city. From the moment I woke up with my pussy still humming, I have been obsessing about the sexual delights I experienced. I couldn't wait to get back here to explore more. After last night, I know what to expect but that doesn't mean I don't have a flutter of nervous energy running through my body in a good way. Yesterday, before my first visit I just trimmed my pubic bush but this morning, I shaved it off completely. What a new feeling, to run my hand over the smooth, soft skin of my girlie parts rather than the thick hair. I had been worried about what my girlfriends, gym mates back home might think if I came back from the big city with a bald crotch but to hell with it. I feel like a new, more alive and sexy girl. My panties are different too. I went back to Victoria's Secret and bought a sexy thong with just a tiny triangle in the front that barely covers the camel-toe notch of my pussy and a string behind that hides deep between the cheeks of my ass. When I look at my bum in the mirror, it looks like I'm not wearing panties at all. Eros Unleashed has turned me into Ann Unleashed. I also blew my budget on a new party dress. I want to turn heads when I go into the sex club. They charged me so much for what is simply a silver and black sequined, elastic, tube that shows every curve and dimple when I squeeze my long slim body into it. The cheeks of my ass look great in it and the crack is very visible. The dress is shoulderless and the hem is daringly high up my thigh. The salesclerk insisted that I should not wear a bra since my breasts are so firm and the material's tight elastic fit around my midriff gives a good lift to my tits. I just noticed that my hard nipples are showing through like headlights. When I was in the store, I guess I wasn't turned on like I am now. Oh well, the great people in the sex club are not shy about their bodies, why should I be? I tried on a number of heels but I simply am not used to walking in them and I also really like dancing in the club. So I'm wearing the boring, purple low heeled shoes that I wore last night. I'll practice in heels around my apartment when I get back home. They would certainly make my long legs look a lot sexier. Then again, I would tower over most men with my six foot three inches added to with heels. Power to the women is thing I am feeling tonight. Look out, boys, Ann is gonna ride you till the heat in my pussy is quelled. As I walk up the stairs, I think wow, if the folks back home could see me now! I give the cutie in the booth my fifty dollar admission and go in. The place is as I remembered with the long bar on the right, the big dance floor with a number of high, small, round tables with high stools around. The DJ's booth is on the far side. This is Saturday so there are a lot more people than last night. A number of the guys are checking me out. I don't give them eye contact. Best to get a drink from ol' Dell the bartender to calm my nerves. I look across the bar at my smiling, handsome, gay bartender. "Hi, Dell. How are you?" "I'm all peachy keen, sweetie. Good to see you back." "Couldn't stay away. This place is right up there with heroin and Chunky Monkey ice cream on the addiction table." Just as I'm about to order a drink, a young, good looking man joins me at the bar and with a nervous, rather meek voice says, "Please Miss, please let me buy you a drink. I would be honored." I saw no reason not to accept. "Sure, thanks." He seems very shy and looks down at the floor rather than at me. He's dressed very nicely in a loose black satin shirt that is unbuttoned half way down the front, showing his sculpted, smooth pecs. He has what looks like a black leather dog collar around his neck with silver studs and a large ring for a leash. My father's German Sheppard has one just like it. He has a half a dozen piercings in each ear and a large stud below his bottom lip. He's wearing tight fitting black slacks around his slim butt. His belt is black with extreme pointed silver studs. I tower over him. The top of his head is barely to my shoulder. My guess is five-foot -four to my six -foot-three. Not a match made in heaven. "No, no thank you. It gives me great pleasure to be of service." He bowed. The way he emphasizes 'service' is a bit strange but he seems harmless. "My name is Ann. What's yours?" "Thanks so much for asking. My name is Lowell but people just call me Lo." He still doesn't look me in the eye. I put out my hand for him to shake and he grabs it softly with both of his and dips his head and kisses the back of my hand sweetly. Strange but somewhat endearing. But I don't think he is what I am looking for tonight. "Thanks for the drink, Lo. But I am meeting someone here tonight." I try for the diplomatic retreat. He is still holding my hand and looking down. "Of course. Yes, of course. I am totally unworthy to be with you. You are so magnificent, so big and strong and oh so beautiful. Let me just fade back and be just close enough to be of service whenever you need something, please. I promise to not intrude in any way. It would give me great pleasure to be your humble servant." He looks at me with such a beseeching, needy look in his eyes, I can't turn him away. I feel a surge of power and control like nothing I have experienced with a man. This might add something new to my adventure here. This place has so many surprises. I'm here to dive in so, what the hell. "Okay, Lo get me a shot of Tequila and a Cuba Libre." He tells Dell and I slam back the shot and take a sip of the sweet cold drink with my eyes closed. When I open them, Lo is no longer beside me. I see him about ten feet away just gazing at me with what looks like puppy-dog adoration on his face. True to his word, he is in the background. Hey, nice to have a fan club. I scan the scene. There are about five couples at the bar chatting and about ten lone men looking about with eagle eyes at the women. Quite a few are hot prospects. I don't see Rick or the power couple, Michael and Catherine from last night. That's quite alright. It's going to be good to meet someone new. Or should I say new people. Last night showed me that pleasure comes with more than one person if one wishes. The dance floor is fairly full with happy folks doing their thing to music that's throbbing loudly to a heavy beat. There is a group of sexy single girls giggling and having a great old time together. That's where I want to go but first I need to get my drink on. I look over at Lo and signal with my index finger for him to come over. He literally skipped over in double time. "Yes, Madame, how can I be of service?" "I need another tequila shot. Hell, make it two." He breaks out into a grin of pleasure then turns and frantically waves to Dell and gets me two shots of clear fire water. I down one with Lo standing holding my second. I pass him the empty and he waits for me to slug the other one down. When I give him that empty glass he bows up and down twice and puts the two on the counter. Then he rushes back to his spot over there where he was before. He has a look of pleasure like I just gave him a BJ or something. Wow. Nice to have a great looking young guy at my beck and call. I just had a flash that I wonder if I should bring him into the washroom to wipe my crotch when I finish my business on the toilet. Why do I think he would have that big grin when he finishes wiping my ass? Ann, stop that! What a nasty bitch you can be sometimes. He must obviously be what they call a submissive. Every action, expression on his face and everything he has said screams 'submission'. Hmmm, my mind reels with the possibilities. This place is full of new things. I can feel a buzz from the alcohol and make a mental note to nurse my Cuba Libre for a good long time. The fun group of women dancing together is drawing me to join in. As I pass Lo, I hand him my drink to hold and walk on without saying a word. Over I go and the girls greet me with screams of joy and hugs like I was a long lost sister. We dance and shake our assets to the fast, throbbing beat of the music. I glance over at the single guys at the bar and give them a good show. My best move is to bend over with my ass to them and slap my butt hard. This skirt is so short, I don't doubt the boys can get a glance at my sexy thong. I feel so bloody sexy. I AM bloody sexy. Wow, the hunk with a nice body and handsome face and the strong chin just smiled at me. He looks like he's a professional type around thirty years old. He has on a trim fitted dress shirt with smart slacks with a crease and trendy pointed dark shoes. I rake my long hair back from my ear with my fingers with my arm high displaying my body in his direction. I give him a big smile. All the universal signs of female flirtation and availability. Yummy, he's coming over. I greet him with a big, enthusiastic smile and an air kiss. The music is too loud to hear anyone speaking and we don't even try. He takes my hand and pulls me away from the dancing women and deeper into the crowded couples' area. I follow, holding his hand tightly. He is almost my height which is such a relief. He turns and eyes my body up and down brazenly before starting to dance. I blush like a schoolgirl and look down demurely as he checks me out. I hope he likes what he sees. He must, because he starts dancing with a confident smile on his face. I join in the fun. He's a good dancer and we synchronize well to a few fast numbers. Then a sexy slow song starts and he pulls me to his embrace. I can smell his musky cologne mixed with the salty smell of his sweat. It's a very sexy mix. I can't help commenting. "Your cologne is so sexy," I whisper in his ear. I feel his right hand slip to my butt-cheek and give it a squeeze. I coo, "Mmmmmm. Nice." He releases his other hand from mine and moves it to my other ass-cheek and grinds his junk into my crotch. His hands feel wonderful. I can feel his hard staff in the Y at the top of my thighs. I move my hands to his ass and massage his muscular bottom, returning the favor. He nibbles my earlobe and whispers, "Your ass is so perfect." His voice is refined, strong, deep, and very masculine. I melt into his arms against his strong chest. A flutter of nervous anticipation rises in my chest as I realize I will soon be making love upstairs in the playroom with this very desirable man. The slow song ends and a fast one starts. After the intimate snuggle of the romantic slow song, I don't want to go backwards. I want to go forward to deeper intimacy. Taking charge, I take his hand and rush us through the crowd to the stairs leading up to the playroom at the top. I've become a woman that knows what she wants in a place where everyone knows what they want. Fuck the hard-to-get act. My new beau follows willingly and as I climb the long staircase ahead of him, I swivel my ass seductively to give him a good look at what's in store for him. I remember that I left my drink with Lo and then I see him holding it reverently and following us about twenty feet behind. Good job, Lo. We part the long strings of beads that hang in the doorway and enter the incense-smelling, dimly lit sex-play room. My man pulls me suddenly and strongly into his embrace. Our lips mash hard enough that our teeth are jarred together in our passion. I swoon in his kiss with my eyes closed and our tongues swimming together. I hold the back of his head with both my hands, offering my body to his touch. He grasps my ass and pulls my hips powerfully to his crotch. I moan with sheer animal instincts welling up from some primal place in my being. My body is vibrating with life and desire. We kiss passionately without breathing until our lips break apart and we gasp for air. We twirl across the room like tango dancers kissing frantically as we travel the short distance to the nearest sofa and spill down in laughing joyousness. We lean back on the leather sofa and embrace like we are one body not two. He kisses my neck and whispers breathlessly, "My name is Bryan." He peels down the tight tube that is my dress top, freeing my breasts to the cool air. His hand instantly cups a breast in his soft, strong hand. Equally breathlessly, I reply, "My name is Ann," into his ear. I unbutton his shirt frantically and touch his smooth muscular chest and roll his nipple between my fingers as he is doing to mine. I feel like I'm sliding down a waterslide of sensuality with no way to slow or wish to. I am oblivious to anything around us. We are in a bubble of inward looking privacy in a place where many eyes are seeing our every move. Feeling his skin sends my urgency to a new level. I need to see his body and frantically finish unbuttoning his shirt and strip it off as he leans forward. Then I go for his belt and zipper. I peel his slacks down his legs, barely noticing that he has kicked off his shoes. Holy shit. Look at the size of that package in his dark blue bikini underwear. Before I can attack that last barrier, he stands up and flips me onto my back and peels the elastic tube that is my party dress down my body and off. I have my butt in the air high off the cushion to help and he continues to quickly pull the tiny strings of my thong from my hips, down my legs, and off beside my dress on the floor. I am as naked as a newborn baby and he eats me with his lust-filled eyes. I sit up to reach his underwear and strip it down and off in a wink. A glorious cock is released and is stiff and ready for action. I think "What a beautiful cock..." I try to remember his name but draw a blank. Fuck, I forgot his name!! Oh well, I think, "What a beautiful cock, what's-his-name has." I have a momentary inkling to suck his dick but my pussy is calling to get stuffed by that thick, perfect weapon. I am not subtle when I urge, "Fuck me, baby with that beautiful cock. God, I need you inside me right NOW." I fall back on the sofa in complete submission with my legs wide, offering my fully exposed womanhood and my hands reaching up to him to mount me missionary style. I want to look at his horny, handsome face as he drills his cock deep into my center. He wastes no time and is on me like white on rice. The tip of his cock hits the bull's eye like he is Robin Hood and he pounds his meat to the hilt, balls-deep. Thankfully, I am so horny that my pussy is dripping wet with love juice. He slips in smooth and snug. I grab his ass cheeks to make sure he can't get away until I am fulfilled. He thrusts fast, hard, and continuously. "Oh, FUCK, your cock is SO fucking great. Ahhhh. That's good. Just keep on humping my pussy baby." I am on a magic carpet ride of lust and luxury. My eyes are open, but I see nothing or hear nothing other than our animal grunts, gasps, and heavy breathing. It seems like a few seconds ago that we parted the beads at the doorway and the rest has been a blur of animal lust and instinct. Every time our hips crash together he gives a deep grunt. I sense in my lower body that a powerful orgasm to top all orgasms is looming at the end of this waterslide of sensuality. It frightens me as I give into it and I sense the end of the waterslide is near and there is a black unknown void that I will be hurled into beyond. Oh fuck. I'm going to fucking die! A nuclear blast builds in my crotch and explodes and consumes me. My voice screams out like it is another person's, not mine, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming. AHHHHHHHHHH. Oh sweet Jesus, I'm CUUUMMMMMMMMING. Don't stop. Ahhhhh. Wow, wow, WOW. Yessssssss. Yes, yes." I hug his body to mine with all my might with arms around his torso and legs wrapped and locked around his ass, his cock stiff and deep inside of me. Tsunami wave after tsunami wave of pleasure course through my body. Gradually, my panting subsides as I continue to hold this man's body tightly. My brain has been scorched and I swim in a daze of the afterglow as the sensations wash over me. Soon I feel a calmness and love for all living things as a cat-bird smile crosses my lips. I loosen my hold on him and my shoulders and legs sink back into the soft leather cushion. Suddenly my reverie is broken. My mate lifts off me. He says gruffly, "My turn, baby. Get on your hands and knees on the fucking sofa." Though a bit miffed at being abruptly stirred, I feel an obligation to give him pleasure and get him to the promised land. I turn over, face down and lift my ass high as he moves into position behind me. My pussy is still humming from the solid fucking. Wow, I've only been up in the playroom ten minutes and my pussy is getting drilled a second time and the night is still young. The tip of his cock is low so I spread my knees to lower my love canal to give him a better angle. Ahhh, that's better. The head is lodged perfectly. Yes, yes. Oh that's such a sweet thick dick that just split my pussy. My goodness, this guy is so horny. He's rocking me with every solid thrust. I can feel my ass cheeks shake and my firm tits jiggle with every delicious collision. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. I feel a sharp sting on my ass and a loud slapping sound. He's slapping my butt. Whew, that sting was great. "Yeah, baby, spank my ass. I'm bad. I'm a bad girl." I wiggle my ass as he gives me a couple more slaps. He thrusts harder knowing I like it. I am getting dizzy with the exquisite random erotic thoughts and images flashing in the primal regions of my brain. The punishment he's delivering sends him over the edge and I feel him hold my hips tightly, thrust violently twice, and then remain still, balls-deep as he makes animal sounds. I can feel his cock twitching inside my vagina as he comes. After about a minute, he falls back and sits panting with a shit-ass grin on his satisfied face. I want to sit but I know the semen will gush out on the sofa so I hesitate. A voice above me says, "Here is a clean cloth, Madam." My goodness, it's Lo ready to serve just like he said. I take the soft fabric and wipe my pussy with special attention to my full vagina that I wipe deeply with my fabric-covered index finger. I pass the dirty laundry back to Lo and he takes it reverently like it is something precious. He's a handy guy to have around. He returns a half a minute later with my cold Cuba Libre. "Thanks, Lo. I really appreciate this." He grins and bows and shuffles off a distance away just waiting and looking at me adoringly. I sit, naked and enjoying the moment beside the silent stud that satisfied me so well. The new friend beside me leans over and kisses me on the cheek and says, "Baby, I've gotta go. But that was one of the hottest fucks I have had in quite a few moons. I hope to see you again here real soon." He scoops up his clothing and goes to the washroom. Wow. That was a short term relationship! Actually, I kind of like it that way. I wasn't looking for romance. Here I am, sitting alone and nude, drinking a beverage. Looking around, there are several couples in various stages of undress and doing everything from groping each other, to BJ's, to hard core fucking. Should I join any of them? Should I wait for someone to approach me? Should I dress and go back down and dance for a while until another guy hits on me or I hit on them? Nothing seems right. My libido is taking a break as my mind cools down from the hot and intense fuck session I just experienced. Maybe I should have some fun with Lo. It can't hurt to see what a submissive will do. It won't hurt me. Ha Ha. I crook my finger as a signal for him to come to me. He trots over obediently with his head lowered and eyes shyly looking down at the floor. WOW, I'm a Dominatrix Too! "How can I be of service, ma'am.?" I pat the sofa cushion beside me for him to sit there. "Ma'am, if it's okay with you, could I please sit down here on the floor?" I nod yes and he sits at my feet. He attaches a leash to his dog collar and hands me the free end. "Please, ma'am, it would be my honor if you would hold this. I am very well trained. You will see." I am speechless as I take the end of the leash and look down at him waiting meekly for any words from my mouth. His eyes are downcast and he just waits. I sit back and my mind reels with the possibilities. He's a nice looking young man. Who knows? He may be a junior executive by day and a submissive by night. A sense of real power sweeps over me. Hmmmm. Here I am nude and all the folks in the room are naked or soon will be. "Lo, stand up and take off your clothes." He jumps up like I poked a pitch fork in his ass and strips in a flash. He stands in front of me looking down at the floor with his hands behind his back and waits for my next command. Both his nipples are pierced with very large silver rings. His penis is an average length and he has shaved all the hair off his entire body including his crotch. He has a wide leather strap buckled tightly around the top of his ball-sack so that the skin of his scrotum is stretched tight over his bigger than normal balls. The skin is so tight and smooth it looks like a balloon stretched over two eggs. Jeez, that must hurt, is my first reaction. "Turn around. I want to see your ugly ass." I'm starting to get into this. He turns and a nice set of buns is revealed as he shifts his hand to his front so as not to block my view. His back, buttocks, and upper thighs are crisscrossed with many light white lines and a few fresh red ones. These must be marks from whippings. Amazing. I have heard about this. It's called BDSM. I've read about it but I've never seen a person that is into it. Then again I haven't been looking at a lot of bare men's bums in sex clubs before. "Okay, Lo. Sit back down." He sits on the floor beside my legs and sweetly leans a cheek against my thigh just like a Labrador Retriever I had as a kid. I give his hair a little tussle and he looks up at me with big puppy dog eyes and a contented look. Looking around the room, I see a hot looking couple of nude women on a sofa kissing. Beside them is a naked man that is likely a husband of one of them. They kiss and grope each other and then the blonde woman goes to the floor and starts eating the pussy of the brunette. She is enjoying the licking and the man cups her breast to join in the pleasuring. Watching this cunnilingus is getting my juices going. I run my hand over my pussy and I can feel the fire starting to build there. Then it hits me. Why should I be stroking my pussy when I have a submissive ready to do anything I desire? "Lo, lick my pussy until I tell you to stop." I spread my knees and he dives his head into my crotch. He licks my slit with real skill. His two hands are on the floor and only his mouth touches me. He is licking and slurping loudly with the occasional humming like an animal enjoying its dinner as he really gets into it. I think he's a bit too loud. "Lo, not so loud." He quiets down with only the odd small grunt and slurp. I look over at the plastic covered bed and see a black man with a huge dark chocolate cock getting an expert blow job from his coffee colored partner. My mouth waters as I see that beautiful dick being licked and sucked lovingly. He is lying on his back and she is on her hands and knees beside him with her ass in my direction. I can see the red and pink gash of her pussy clearly between her nice tight buns. Lo is doing a great job and my pussy is getting super-charged while my brain is becoming clouded with lust. Holy shit, the handsome black guy just smiled at me. Fuck, I just smiled back. Why did my lips do that? He's saying something to his woman and she is getting off the bed and coming over to me. In a refined California accent she says, "Hi, my husband wants to know if you'd like him to fuck your white pussy. If I was you girl, I'd say yes. That is one sweet cock, my dear attached to one of the best cornerbacks in the NFL with the 49'ers. Go, take that hot rod for a spin, girl." She is great saleslady and everything she said after 'fuck your white pussy' is a blur. Looking at that huge cock has me scared to my core. I'm sure it would split me in two. I'd better just fantasize about it rather than impale myself on it. I'm not ready for the big leagues yet. "Thanks very much but I think I'll take a pass. No disrespect, it looks very impressive. You're a real lucky woman." She walks back to the big, high bed and her handsome partner with her muscular, perfect ass undulating erotically. She mounts the bed and I see her lips moving as she says something to him but they are too far away for me to hear. He smiles and gives me a big, smiling thumbs-up gesture. What a nice guy. Little does he know that there is only about four inches between him and fucking me. Just seven inches rather than eleven and I would have trotted over there in double time and let him have his way with me. I look down at Lo who has obediently continued to lick my pussy. I can only see the top half of his face over my pubic mound. His eyes are closed in deep concentration. I give his head a pat and he opens his eyes and squints like he is smiling, his tongue still buried in my vagina. The sensation of his tongue is nice but my naughty bits need a break. They are getting desensitized with the constant stimulation. Plus, I need to get my drink on some more. I am losing my alcohol buzz. I reach down to the floor beside the sofa and retrieve my Cuba Libre but the ice has melted and it tastes watered down and a bit warm. "Great job Lo but I need a couple shots of tequila. Go downstairs and get them for me." He pops to his feet and says in glee, "Oh yes, Mistress Ann. It's my pleasure." And off he scoots, totally naked. I can only imagine the looks he will be getting when he crosses near the dance floor in the buff to the bar. Ah well, this is a sex club after all and he's a cute young guy. But I can only imagine the ladies cringing when they see that leather strap around the top of his ball-sack. Well, Ann, here you are sitting alone on the sofa looking around at the erotic scenes all around you. There's the black couple on the bed and I see that an attractive, Caucasian MILF has taken up their offer and is riding the athlete's huge cock with gusto. She's whipping her head in ecstasy as she grinds her bottom into his hips as he is laying on his back, smiling up at her. Now that is a horny sight. His wife is kissing the lady's ample tits and nipples. Seeing the MILF's pleasure gives me a moment of regret for not going over there and spearing myself on that beautiful black pleasure wand. Over beyond the bed, however, I see something truly interesting and unusual. There's a woman tied to a large wooden, upright X and a man is whipping her with what looks like a long riding crop. I can hear the sharp sounds of leather against flesh and the muffled female cries that follow. What a horny sight! I'm drawn to them and walk over to get a better look. Closer now, I see the woman is totally nude and is tied facing the cross with her bare back and ass towards the rest of the room. She has a red ball in her mouth held in place by black leather straps buckled at the back of her head. This muffles her groans and whimpers. I can see red lines across her buttocks and lower back where the man a few feet in front of me is striking her in a regular rhythm with his leather whip. The lines remind me of the ones on LO's butt. Her body shakes and spasms with every blow. Her punisher is dressed in tight black leather pants with the backside cut out to reveal his muscular buttocks and crack. He is bare from the waist up and has leather wristbands with sharp silver studs. His sharply defined muscular body is that of a serious body-builder. He shouts at his victim, "Take that Margaret, you sex crazed slut." The next strike is harder than the others and I can hear a higher pitched muffled scream. He puts the whip handle into his waistband and takes a step towards her. He reaches under her ass to stroke her crotch. "Let's check if you like this, you nasty bitch. Are you all soaking wet in your cock-hungry cunt?" He gropes her crotch roughly with his right hand while, with his left, he pulls a handful of her long black hair violently enough to force her face to look up at the ceiling. I can see the whites of her eyes flash wide open in panic as he forces his searching fingers along her private parts. "I knew it, you sex-crazed slut! Your fucking pussy is fucking drenched." He continues to stroke her female area and I can see her eyes close and the corners of her lips around the red ball turn up as her face transforms into a look of pleasure and contentment. "Do you want some cock, you dirty slut?" She nods yes. He grasps her hips and I can see his bare ass-cheeks flex as he drives his manhood into her. I haven't seen the front of his leather pants but they must be as open as the back for him to mount her so easily. He pounds his meat into her in solid, driving thrusts and I can hear muffled squeals of pleasure from the lucky woman's throat. Her ass-cheeks shake with every thrust and she whips her long black hair in sexual frenzy as he drills home. My goodness is this not the most erotic thing I have seen in this place of new surprises. I have to reach down and stroke my own throbbing pussy as I witness this sex-charged vision. In no time, I can hear her passionate muffled screams and see her eyes squint as she explodes into an exquisite, well-deserved orgasm. He grunts and gives two big thrusts in what must be him filling her vagina with his seed. Then he slows his strokes. I can hear her heavy breathing through her nostrils slow gradually. I hear a whimper behind and to my right. I look back and there is Lowell, dutifully holding my two shots of tequila and staring at the erotic scene before him. His cock is fully erect with the bulbous, red, engorged head looking like it might explode he is so horny. His eyes are half-closed like his mind is off in some other erotic world. I don't know how long he has been there. I grab the handle end of his leash that is dangling down and give a good tug to get him back into the real world. He looks up guiltily and offers me my drink. I reach for the tequila, "Thanks, Lo." I down it in one gulp and he takes the glass and hands me the other. This one I drink more slowly and let the liquid fire burn down my throat. I feel a wave of hot alcohol pleasure. No wonder, since my heart is racing and I feel blood surging throughout my body. The erotic bondage scene is wonderfully exhilarating and I feel like I have stepped into a new, violently erotic world where I instinctively belong. I look back at the satisfied couple and see him untying the last binding on her ankle. She is holding the headpiece with the red ball in her hand and has a big smile on her pretty face. The man's cock is long, limp, and shiny with cum that is dripping onto the floor. He looks over at Lo. With a stern, angry face, he shouts, "Lo, you worthless piece of shit. Get over here and lick the cum off my dick and balls and I might do you a favor and whip your undeserving ass." Lo looks down humbly and starts to walk towards the creep submissively. I think, "Who the fuck does this prick think he is? Lo, is my guy, not his." I have never taken any shit from a man in my life and I'm not starting now. "Lo, don't you take one fucking step more." I jerk his leash. He freezes and squats down on the floor between the mouthy guy and me. I look over at the muscular stud. "Lo is mine, fuck-face. Back off!" A surprised look comes over his face, then one of anger, and then he breaks into a huge grin as he throws his head back, laughs heartily, and shouts, "Well what do we have here? A dominatrix in the making? Ha, ha, ha. And a very sexy one, too," He eyes me up and down brazenly as I stand my ground totally nude with my shoulders squared and feet apart ready for anything. "Yes, I think you are a kindred spirit, sister." He offers the long riding crop, handle first towards me. "Here, let me give you a little gift to help you on your path. Lo here will be your slave for life if you whip his sorry ass with it." I hesitate. "Go ahead. Take it." I grasp the handle with my right hand and caress my left hand along the warm leather shaft with a smile on my lips. "Welcome to my world, baby," the bodybuilder says with an evil tone and then breaks into big rolling gales of laughter as he and his woman walk away. The riding crop feels good in my hand. I hold the handle with my right hand and slap the other, the working end against the palm of my left. I feel a sting even though I didn't hit too hard. Nice. I grab the working end and bend the length of the shaft. It has a nice springy feel. Maybe I should give this nice piece of equipment a test drive. Sure, why not? The willing, submissive at my feet seems a good candidate. "Lo, stand over there by that X. I'm going to tie you to it." Oh, yes, Mistress Ann, of course." Hmmmm. 'Mistress Ann' has a nice ring to it. He goes to the cross and shoots his arms and legs out stiffly along the four wooden planks that form the structure. His ass is to me. He has moved like he has done this before. The manacles are wide leather bands with large silver buckles to fasten the wrists and ankles securely. I finish securing him to the cross, squatting down by his ankles and I can see his balls hanging down below his wide open legs. I stand back and survey my charge. He has a tight muscular body with nice buns. A feeling of raw power and control washes over me. I have no anger, just the thrill of owning this male body before me. I shift to Lo's left so that I can give him a good whack, right-handed. I say nothing. What the fuck am I going to say? None of this makes much sense. It's just me getting off on whipping an anonymous guy who loves the pain. I swipe the riding crop with a swishing sound and give Lo's right butt-cheek a good whack. Lo gives a little whimper. The weapon leaves a slight pink mark. I realize that to make the long-lasting, deep red marks I will have to up the ante big time. This sends a blood lust through my brain rather than a sense of pity for the man. I give his ass a rapid, hard volley of a dozen sharp, loud strokes. Lo's voice screams out through the pain, "Yes, Mistress Ann, Yes. Please punish me." Adrenaline is surging through my body. My arm is a bit tired and I am breathing heavily. The cool air is being sucked in through my flared nostrils. I feel like a strong thoroughbred horse, racing with exhilaration. Lo's buttocks are criss-crossed with a new flurry of dark pink streaks. Fuck, is this great or what? I feel in total control like I have never felt before. I get a wild idea and then run the tip of my crop up the inside of my submissive's thigh until it touches his glossy ball-sack. In surprise, Lo jerks his total body and whimpers, "Oh my god, not my nut-sack." I roll the tip around his sack as his ass swivels to squirm away. Hmmm. This might be a whole new thing for my slave. I have this incredible need to have him remember me for the rest of his sorry life. My arm isn't strong enough to make that happen on his back and ass. His balls are the answer. I lower the end of the crop to the level of his ankle and then give a solid, fast, upward stroke to his ball-sack. The effect is immediate and loud as a scream rings through the room. Behind me are murmurs of a few onlookers who had come over to observe. "Holy fuck, that must hurt." "I can't believe she did that." Lo doesn't say stop so I guess he needs more discipline. I hit his sack quick and hard at least a dozen times with all my might. He is thrashing his head and screaming sounds, not words, in agony as I pepper his jewels. At the last stroke, he shouts, "Ahhhhhhh. Yesssss. I'm coming. AHHHHHHH. Oh my god, it's too, too good." He throws his head back in ecstasy as his body shakes in a total body orgasm. Then his head hangs down limply. It appears he has blacked out. Why don't I feel sorry for what I have done? I don't, I just feel great, like a gunslinger in the old west who just put a notch on his gun after killing a cowboy. Lo isn't going to die, but he sure as hell will remember Mistress Ann for the rest of his life. Two men undo his limp body from the cross and carry him to a nearby sofa. What a revelation! I am a natural dominatrix, now unleashed. Look out world. Here comes Mistress Ann.