I have to sort out my thoughts first. What was that just now? I have never been so humiliated. I have never inflicted such pain on myself. And yet I feel a deep sense of calm and an indescribable gratitude within me. Feelings that I have never known in this form before. For this reason alone, I am writing down what I experienced so that I can recall it at a later date.
It started with me watching porn more and more often, where everything revolved around power and submission. Strict dominatrixes in latex and leather dominated the action in these sex films. But somehow the plot never seemed real to me. Often the action on the screen seemed stilted and artificial. Nevertheless, my longing for a strong female hand to control me became overwhelming. Of course, up until then I had had “normal” sex with various women. But something was missing. I no longer felt like deciding when, where and for how long. The desire to give up responsibility and just let myself go became more and more urgent.
So I started looking for a dominatrix online and found one pretty quickly. On the BDSM portal Fetisch.de I found the personal ad of an online mistress who I could contact via Skype. As soon as I entered her virtual SM studio I knew that I was going to have a very special sexual experience here. Although I didn’t know what to expect, I felt when I first met the strict Femdom Lady that she would be my personal dominatrix. The strong dominant charisma of this sublime lady conquered my mind from the first minute. I immediately succumbed to her power.
Online Domination
My new mistress confidently showed me her SM studio. Just the sight of her torture instruments awakened in me an insatiable desire for merciless punishment by her strong hand. I wanted to serve this sexy mistress and for that I would endure any torture, any torment unconditionally. But entry into her sadistic world was not as easy as I had originally thought. In order to be allowed to call myself her sex slave, I had to answer questions. After this preliminary discussion, I had to buy various utensils that had to be ready for the next meeting.
For the official admission into her private realm, my dominatrix had thought up some particularly humiliating games. Naked and crawling on all fours, I had to beg for her favor. Receiving orders from my adored femdom lady for the first time made me sink into complete humility. So that I could not disturb her orders with unqualified comments, I put the gag ball on at her command. Then my brutal mistress began to explain to me how to tie the ropes that were ready around my limbs and my body. She was careful not to restrict the movement of my right hand. This process alone made my cock rock hard with desire, which only made my mistress laugh derisively.
While I tied my balls and cock tightly with two more leather straps, I could feel her powerful aura. It almost drove me mad. There I was kneeling in front of her, gagged and tied up. Helplessly at the mercy of my domineering dominatrix and feeling a sexual desire that overshadowed everything else in my life up to that point. My sublime dominatrix tormented me again and again with harsh orders, so that I didn’t even have the embarrassment of thinking.
safeword
My strong mistress visibly enjoyed her power over my helpless body. I felt that she was satisfied with her submissive pleasure slave. No matter what humiliating application took place, I forgot all the pain and lived only in the dream of wanting to obey her unconditionally. Without taboos, I wanted to feel the power of my mistress over my being. The tormenting things that I had to do to myself on the orders of my strict online dominatrix went right through me. But at the same time, every little touch aroused pure lust in me. Despite the needles, clamps and weights attached to various parts of my body, I was almost bursting with sexual excitement.
How I would have loved to relieve myself now, but my mistress had expressly forbidden me to do that. Instead, I was now standing in front of my PC and staring at the screen. I saw my strict dominatrix lounging lasciviously on her large black leather couch. She took a puff of a cigarillo with relish and from time to time gave me new orders that were more cruel than ever. I don’t know how long I lasted, but at some point the last of my pride was broken and the pure instinct for self-preservation broke through. I fell to my knees and used the safe word, which put an end to my torment.
With brief commands, my mistress explained to me how I could free myself from the restraints. Then we agreed on a time for our next session. Despite being expressly forbidden, I had to masturbate. There was no other option. But I will confess everything to my strict Femdom Lady. I hope that she will show mercy before justice. But deep down in my heart I know that I am already yearning for my just punishment.
