She was sat on the ottoman……head to toe in black leather. The room was full of restraints, crops, paddles and whips easily at hand and ready to be used.
She was a ‘high class’ Domme apparently…..and one with a poor attitude and a large list of creditors. She made her living exploiting and domineering men who ought to know better, but despite her lengthy client list, she owed a of people money. The wrong people.
When I made my way into her boudoir, she regarded me with a sneer that I expected was a common expression for her customers. I bowed my head and placed my wallet on the table as ordered…..her litany of demands were very prescriptive and I had to ensure she didn’t suspect why I was here.
She stood, a good 6 foot in height with her high heeled boots heading up her nylon covered thighs. Her short blonde hair gave her the look of a bitch from the eastern bloc…..the pantomime Russian accent no doubt was part of the entertainment.
As I stayed with my head lowered, I felt her gloved hand brush over my hair….the other reaching down to my crotch. A purr and a mocking laugh escaped her red lips…..eyes dark and cruel. I was scared of little, but I could see why she was such an intimidating figure. She aggressively carried on molesting my cock and balls, while pulling my hair. I grunted as she grabbed my face and told me to strip.
I quietly obeyed and started to undress. I took my suit jacket off, careful to leave it nearby. Next, my shirt and then trousers. I kicked off my shoes and stood there in underwear and socks. I felt ridiculous, but she seemed happy enough as she circled me like a jackal. Her hands yanked my underwear down and more groping of my cock ensued. I wasn’t into dominant women, but I had to admit, the feel of her strong, gloved hands taking control started to do things. When my cock started to swell and stand up, she slapped it hard and told me to kneel…..I slowly got down and my face was level with her crotch.
She was wearing leather shorts but I could feel the heat and smell her scent as she gripped my head….forcing my face into her pussy. She mocked me some more and told me to stay still. I looked up to see her collecting various restraints. I had to make my move, I couldn’t risk getting cuffed or tied in any way…..I kept watching as she dropped the thick collar, ball gag and mitts on the floor next to me.
“Put them on”. I silently picked up the collar and she pushed her boot heel into my chest.
“The gag. Strap it in your mouth, I don’t want to hear your complaints.”
I slowly picked the ball gag up and went to place it between my teeth…….it was too big for my mouth and I asked if there was something else I could use……her eyes flashed like the devil himself as she reached for a crop. She was pissed at my ineptitude, which gave me enough time to rush her as she turned away. I was a little shorter than her, but her heels weren’t the easiest to walk in and she stumbled against the wall.
I moved to grab her, but she threw her arm out and the studded bracelet around her wrist caught me under the eye. It stung badly and I reeled a little, not able to see her boot swing toward my groin. I managed to block her kick, but there was enough contact to my exposed balls to cause plenty of pain.
I didn’t expect her to pick up the bull whip and coil it around my throat. She was strong as a bull and majorly angry…..she hissed profanities at me in her native language and she dug her knee in my back to get more leverage. In desperation, I swung an elbow back and caught her on the temple. I felt the leather fall away from my neck and I tried to take some air in my lungs.
I grabbed my jacket and the chemical soaked rag was thrust toward her mouth and nose as I collapsed on her. My body weight pinned her down as she fought against the chloroform. Eventually, she succumbed and her struggling faded. I slumped on her and allowed myself a second to get some energy back.
A hour or so later, the Madam was coming around. Her sounds of shocked indignation were muzzled by the large ball gag in her mouth. I had been busy while she was sleeping and prepared her for transfer. The mitts were locked on and her hands were cuffed to the chain feeding up to the ceiling.
The collar was on and she swayed in her bonds….the booted legs trying to kick out at me as I took the necessary photos. I had taken the liberty of dressing her in the latex catsuit and corset….it was part of the request from my client and it wasn’t easy. But I managed to complete the job to a decent level…..once I had the pictures, I took the wide leather blindfold and put it on her. All the while she was raging in her gag and bonds.
I wasn’t a Domme breaker by choice…..but who knows? I may have a future in it after all.
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