We are all aware that labels are given to us by society. At birth you are given a name, at death you are given a cause, and if you disobey the rules in between, you are given a number and cell. But at one time in my life I was also given a label and name.

They called me Madam and I was a dominatrix.

It was only for a short while.I was young in the entertainment industry and wanted to make as much money as possible without morally exploiting myself. So I was introduced to it by an older woman who was already established with all the client connections. I thought it would be an interesting thing to try and I was assured that there would be no sex. I began to do my research by reading books and watching movies. One of the first things you want to find out is what position your more naturally comfortable with. Nothing in life was ever given to me so being submissive didn't seem like my cup of tea.Plus I was more attracted to the authority that came with being a Dom. My very first session was with a timid little man who lived in the old quiet part of Brentwood.He was in his late 40's balding and very short with coke bottle glasses. He always stayed in character answering every word with mistress or madam. A total nerd at first look, but I would learn that looks can be deceiving. Everything in his place was very neat and clean. We introduced one another with a pleasant handshake and he offered me a beer I had earlier requested.We talked for a little bit when he told me that there is a girl he regulars with.A dominatrix named Pandora and I had previously seen some of her work.So he pops in a recorded session with him and the Mistress. Also the various instruments that we would later use were closely near by.

She's stunning,wearing the black patent leather boots trade mark of a Dom. He's in his undies bound and standing in the center of the room. Nothing special , as she fires a barrage of random insults on him. I'm thinking words can't hurt that bad just before she lifts her leg and spiked leather boot. Suddenly in some type of Wonder Woman pose she pulls back her leg and lines it up with his crotch. My eyes widen in shock and amazement and before you know it the vixen strikes. BAM!!! Right square in the nut's! OUCH! I'm a girl and it hurt ME to watch! Then she raises her boot again and I swear you could hear the cookies crumble. She kicks him about a dozen times before he makes more than a sigh. And she kicks him with all of her might and at times took a running start! Well at this point I'm in total disbelief and just trying to keep the sudsy beer down. I don't know whether to bust out into laughter or to get the man a bag of ice! I mean, I wasn't exactly expecting this. And I admit I exaggerated a bit on my experience.

But this guy was way out of my league and my bluff was staring me right in the face. What things would he expect from me? And what things would I have the stomach to pull off? Things were getting a bit too heavy and I needed to access the situation. So I excused myself as he tediously rewound the dubious home movie. In the solace of the restroom I began to think about what my teacher had taught me. About how I should behave, never losing total authority! I knew that if I left that restroom with even a hint of fear or doubt, the session would be a total wash and I would always wonder what might have been. I'm the type of person who gives everything my very best shot and I wasn't going to except that I was afraid of something and chickened out! So I sucked it up and went back into the sexy vixen character I created. So then we exited the living room and entered a den like living area.

In the center of the room was a plastic lawnchair with blue tarp flattened underneath it. A large hole at the bottom of the chair had been creatively constructed, and there were large red candles illuminating the shadows of the under furnished room. I cracked open another beer along with a joke to try and break the ice. Wow! He had a sense of humor and we laughed and began to feel more comfortable. But after the laugh's subsided it was back to the rotten business at hand. So he sat in the bottomless chair of leisure and requested what he wanted. I gathered the rope and his arms and legs and bound them to the chair. We had earlier established a "safe word" just incase things got too intense. I'm surprised I still remember it. It was PANDA. Because cries don't necessarily mean stop in S&M. The word "NO" usually means "More" And it takes some time to get used to the fact your not hurting them. I began with a light flogging. He was getting excited and I was curious to see his reactions. So I grabbed one of the burning candles and preceded to pour the hot wax all over his chest. Next, I reached for my leather whip and proceeded to violently beat the sticky liquid into his blushing skin.

He was really enjoying himself now as his head began to move about uncontrollably. As myself being in total control felt so good my pussy became instantly wet and began to throb. As tiny beads of sweat had moistened my inner thighs and thong. I wanted him to know who was in charge so I blindfolded him and slid in a butt plug. His whimper took on the emotion of indulgence as he was reshaped and shoved along. So I began to hit him harder and thrust the plug deeper inside. And as the perverse assault continued, I had never done this before but admit it was kinky! I asked him how it felt and his lucid response was very arousing.I knew his orgasm was well on it's way with the rhythmic attention to the sensitive entry.

Finally, lubricated with his own juices it was time to excavate the slave. And with the merciless spiral of the riding crop , I took him in the most vulnerable way.

My inflated ego began to rise, My submissive on the other hand was not rising at all and had no erection. He apologizes several times swears their's only one thing to assist in that department. He excuses himself to his bedroom while I take stock of me being on top.

Dom 2 vs. Sub 1, and I had much more punishment in store for him.

Round 2.

So I open my final beer and go into the bedroom.
I have to say that this was the most ornate room of his house. His tools were uniformly displayed in glass cases and his leather whips were polished and mounted. So once again he is restrained but this time I tied him to the rod iron of his canopy bed. He was already fitted with the instrument of painful pleasure that I was about to administer.

PUNISHMENT became his REWARD as he glazed his Cock and Balls with olive oil.

He's laying comfortable face up on the bed. Eagerly anticipating me, just like I like it. His genitals are tightly fitted with a metal ring with wires attached to a hand held controller. He seemed a bit snug in it, quite restrained and very restricted as it dawns on me that it's a Masive Electronic Cock Ring! Now you don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what is about to go down now. And remember this is my very first S&M session as crank up the intimidating devise. Just a moments pause then, Zap Zap Zap!! Oh the poor guy! He's totally excited now and his Cock finally swells up to a bullish size. But how much more of this torture could I take as he's turning colors in the process! Minutes pass like hours as his battered balls turn first red, then to a purple, then to a dazzling periwinkle blue.

What a mess if one explodes! As His entire package was starting to look like a fucking "Paint by Numbers"(smile). I couldn't take much more of this discipline, but before I could say "Panda" he had had his fill. The session was finally over...so I untied him and it was done. He thanks me for a wonderful evening and immediately requests me again to my Mistress. I never return. Nothing personal, It just wasn't my thing plus I didn't even have an orgasm. I mean, I was just beating this poor guy all night when I would rather be receiving C-u-n-n-i-l-i-n-g-u-s (oooh La La!)

I remained heavy into that industry for only about 6 months. Most girls don't even last that long. And the only reason I figure I lasted that long is because of this "one of a kind" peculiar experience. Which I was later told by my Mistress was way too intense for the novice beginner.(Yeah, she tell's me Afterwards!) Every session after that was like shooting free throws. No one else could "Shock" and manipulate me like he did. And for your sanity and my own, I failed to mention other techniques administered.

In the world of BDSM , it's the Pain inside that takes the form of a whip. Sometime it's easer to hurt on the outside trying to distract the pain within.