Feb 14 2013
In
today’s Metro paper there was an article on Dominatrix, a small article
on a women who’s been a professional Dom for over 20 years. She got started out
because of an ex, who was a stripper, and who discovered as of late people are
more open about Subs and Doms due to the “Fifty Shades of Grey” fanaticism.
It’s not that most people don’t blush when they ask her questions she said, but
people are starting to ask questions more and more. Most of her client base is
judge, lawyers, and men in “high status positions”, men who need and want the
stress of being “in charge and responsible” relieved for a few hours (minus the
sex part of a relationship for the most part).
I thought this was an interesting piece to put in a
“Valentines Day” additions of a paper…..and then it dawned on me. This was
exactly the short of women I was striving to be. Not a professional Dom mind
you, but a self-confident and authoritative sex goddess. Relationships had become
less about flowers and chocolate, and more about whips and handcuffs.
Why? I had never wanted to be a Dom in the past, though experimenting
in the bedroom had been fun, and I
had always enjoyed “being put in my place” and kinky sex. I was raised fairly
conservative, with the whole “no sex before marriage” mentality of Eastern
Europeans. Despite some flings and questionable “friends with benefits” outings
in the past, nearing my 30s I “just wanted someone”. A nice guy (or girl) who I could have a somewhat normal relationship
with. Maybe one day a future together. Kids, condo, working professionals; the
whole shebang.
And then “she” came into my life….a stupid sissy cheerleader
with pompoms and silky panties flying.
A “drinking buddy” opened up to me one night, and Nikki was
born. I had experimented with handcuffs and blindfolds before (very vanilla, I
know), but now standing in front of me (with no warning what so ever and lots
of liquid courage in him) was a guy over 6 feet in a full cheerleader costume.
WHAT THE HELL!!!! My horoscope didn’t warn me about this coming to my life, at
least I don’t think it did.
Despite my being somewhat shy and reserved this situation
was somewhat intriguing, but what to do with this. I was not a Dom as far as I
knew, but I guess I was going to have to learn, and quick, if this new
friendship with Nikki was going to happen. There was no way I was going to get
dominated and be the Sub, that was very clear despite my pouting and probing questions,
so my alter-ego was born.
Aleks, Dominatrix and Punisher of
Sissy Cheerleader Sluts
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