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And the cuckolds who serve this dominatrix? How I love my little cuck boys, you beautiful, inadequate freaks! You cuckold sissies. It’s so sad how you have to watch your wife being fucked by another man, a man with a real cock. Not that pathetic maggot that lays limp and useless unable to rear its head for the occasion. Your sad and sickly little itty bitty clitty, that’s no good to any dominatrix. I don’t know why you just don’t lay back on the bed and rub it like a girl! But then you probably do, even without my permission. As your dominatrix I will exhilarate you as I instruct my fuck slaves to pleasure that woman who should be dearest to you. See her spread-eagled across the bed, her back arching from the ecstasy of feeling a real rock hard rod penetrating her pulsating cunt. Making you hear her panting and moaning, as she wraps her legs tightly around her new found fuck toy. You can crawl on your knees towards them. Look closely as that man-shaft enters her sticky gaping orifice dripping from the sheer excitement of experiencing what a real man really feels like. Listen to his rock hard balls bang up against her! Look how his arse cheeks contract every time he thrusts his bare back penis hard into her very soul. Look how her eyes gently roll back every time he takes her to the edge. Listen to them writhing in pleasure. Watch them closely. If you are a very good boy, your dominatrix may allow you to lay with your head beneath them when he fucks her doggy style. Her arse cocked high in the air so you can experience every wet thrust and catch the flow of pussy juice in your mouth from underneath her. When he finally expends every last drop of that hot wet creamy cum deep inside her loins, you may ask his permission to clean his cock with your mouth and you will be thankful. Then you will suck that stream of sweet tasting squirt from her pussy. Don’t forget that domination is my game, so do not miss a single drop! Lick it inside and out and swallow every last mouthful. Then you will thank him for fulfilling your deepest darkest fantasy and you will bow down to your dominatrix like the weak and pathetic cuckold that you really are. That’s the picture I will paint with my words when I whisper in your ear in our dominatrix sex chat. Elaborate and detailed. I will make it happen for you.
Sometimes I wonder what it is about your dominatrix in leather, latex, and PVC that turns you on so much. When I sit in that huge throne in my dungeon in my tight latex catsuit and you are on your knees in front of me, wretched and pitiful, do you think that I haven’t seen that gleam in your eye? Do you think I haven’t noticed that long intake of breath as I lean towards you as you take in my scent? Do you not think that I can see your useless face as you caress those long leather boots of mine when you rest your face on my calf? There isn’t anything I don’t see as a dominatrix. I am watching you all the time. I make you stand before me so I can inspect that lowly body of yours and I circle you observing every move that you make. Do you honestly believe that this dominatrix would miss a single thing? I know how you would love to nestle into my slightly exposed cleavage. I know you would give your life if I were to undo that zip and expose those voluptuous breasts with those erect dainty nipples. How you would love to lay back while I straddle your face and feed my open pussy into your mouth, something I reserve for only the chosen few. I know you love the smell of that beautiful soft hide mixed with the essence of my warm wet pussy honey. I know you love the click of the high spiky leather heels of your dominatrix as I make my observations. I’ve seen your legs go to jelly right in front of me. I’ve seen your cock stand abruptly to attention, even when I crack it with my cane. Just like I watch you retract those testicles when I make that first thwack across the back of your thighs. Think you’ve got away with it do you? I think not. You wouldn’t be the first slave to be dragged across my spanking bench with his wrists cuffed to the two big hooks on my wall and a spreading bar thrust between his ankles so I can administer a really good thrashing. My cat o nine tales is particularly efficient for that purpose. That stinging sound as it lashes across your flesh and the whimpering voice thanking me appropriately every time I make contact with that bare arse. But then what is better for a slimy worm like yourself. You need to understand it is your dominatrix who makes the decisions here and will be in charge of you going forward. You may think you bottom from the top and I am just the facilitator, but you are so wrong. There is only one person in the room who is in control, the one who makes the final decisions on everything, and that my dear submissive, is me, your stern dominatrix. When my fingers twist around that tight collar that I gave you the privilege of wearing for your domination training, and my forehead is riveted up against yours, be sure to listen very carefully as I whisper my instruction. When your eyes meet mine, then you will know your leather clad dominatrix means serious business. When I clamp those serrated metal alligator clips on those rather sorry nipples of yours you’ll understand just how serious I really am. I like to pinch, turn and twist. I will make you feel the agony and the ecstasy. But of course, we should not forget my favourite. Something with a bit of intensity! When I bend you over and insert that rather cold metal speculum deep into that bottomless pit of an anal orifice, crank it open slowly and then thrust my violet wand straight down it. Did anyone ever tell you that you shudder like a pig that has just gone to meet its maker? I bet they didn’t, did they? That’s why I am telling you now. It may help you understand your place. Your low ranking, as I said before! Your place is beneath that huge ego of mine. My domination always has the very last word! Just how it should be from your dominatrix!
So, when it comes to a dominatrix is it satin and lace that take your fancy or shiny black PVC? It gives one such a feeling of grandeur to be trussed into that tight black basque and those thigh high PVC boots, along with those long gloves that reach up to my armpits. And don’t forget my beautiful shiny black dominatrix kitty mask. Sometimes I think I look almost sweet! Of course, as you well know, you should never judge a book by its cover. Though sometimes I feel my efforts are such a waste, when all you really want to do is lick cream from between those perfect little toes of mine. But then that’s just one of the many pleasures of being a dominatrix. To be paid a copious amount of money as a femdom by someone who just wants to mind fuck your feet. Don’t you just love it when I slowly unzip that long boot in front of you? And then if the mood takes me I may let you unravel one of my sheer black stockings and use my toes for your pleasure. Then I order you to lick my foot from end to end and to suck slowly on every dainty little digit. Some of you prefer it with the stockings left on don’t you? You say you love the taste of old sweat. This dominatrix will fulfil your every desire, your every need. Domination in its highest realm! We know what it means to understand you. Like my Sisters in sin, I can look deep into that soul of yours, I know what makes you tick, I know how to reach the very depths of your mind. I understand exactly how you think. I mouth. You love to suck it through the seam where the toes go. But then there is no accounting for taste. Like when you beg me to let you suck the juices from the crotch my thong or to be gagged with it when I bind you to the bed. How lucky you are to have a mistress at your beck and call on live dominatrix sexcam. Any time of the night or day we wait gracing you with our presence. I do hope you appreciate what a dominatrix can actually do for you. Many are never lost for words. I understand about the longing. The sub frenzy! I know how you just have to act out those fantasies with a dominatrix and the uncontrolled state that gets your adrenaline pumping and your heart racing. Just one tiny thought will trigger you off with some very benign little thing like the glimpse of a woman in high stiletto heels sitting on a train, or coming face to face with a woman in an exquisite tight business suit and black seamed stockings at work. A tiny trivial little thing that goes unnoticed by the rest of the world, but in five seconds flat it can reduce you to a red faced, quivering, salivating wreck. Emasculation in one fell swoop! Nothing pleases me as a dominatrix more than to have you naked and kneeling at my feet, preferably with your wrists bound and a ball gag in your mouth and a blindfold across your eyes to cut off just another one of your senses. The only way you can find me is by my aroma or the hot breath from my mouth. You have to live with the fear of surprise because you never know what I am going to do next. You can feel me as I enter your body space. Your olfactory senses will tell you how close I am. You can hear me when I whisper those sweet dark nothings in your ear. You can feel my touch but you cannot see me or know what delights might be awaiting you. Trust is your only hope with a dominatrix. Am I going to twist those nipple clamps or take that cock of yours with both hands and wring its neck like a chicken in a butchers shop at Christmas? Am I going to squeeze those balls until a tear rolls down your cheek? You see fear is what I rely on and I have filled many a man with the fear from hell, because once I’ve got you chained and shackled, the world soon becomes my oyster. Oh how weak you really are. All those times I have grappled you to the ground, as easy as throwing away a paper bag. I just sit on your chest with my knuckle pressed tightly into your solar plexus and you lose the use of your arms and legs like a helpless puppy. I watch you as you try to catch your breath. I love that look of sheer panic on your face. Then all I have to do being a dominatrix is a quick swivel round and place a scissor hold your throat between those mean lean muscular thighs of mine. My pussy rammed up against your face. If only you knew just how pathetic you really look. It is so simple I could pick up a book and get in some much needed ‘me’ time while I hold you in place until it suits me to set you free. In fact a lot of the time it doesn’t suit me, but then what are you going to do to stop me? You can’t can you? That’s when I know I’ve got you. Do I let you come up for air? Well I might if you’re a very good boy, and frankly, being a good boy would be a very wise decision with this dominatrix. I do not take kindly to those who annoy me or try to struggle. They always live to regret it. Resist the dominatrix and you are resisting me. That is an unforgivable Sin!
There are some things in this world that some people say only dreams are made of. I would say you are my dream and I, your dominatrix, am your worst nightmare, a recurring nightmare that chases you even through your waking hours with my domination, my power, and worst of all, my sadomasochistic determination. When you are gagged and cuffed by this dominatrix on that great iron bed in my dungeon with your legs spread wide apart and your ankles chained to a bar. What actually goes through that empty little submissive mind of yours? You wait in anticipation for your dominatrix to punish you don’t you? That’s what gives you the rush doesn’t it!? You hear that match scrape across the box and that distant whoosh as the flame begins to flare. I can feel you brace yourself. Then there is the smell of that smouldering wax from those two red candles that I left out deliberately for you to see when you walked in and crouched in shame before me. I saw you looking out of the corner of your eye. I told you, I miss nothing. I tell you to relax but you stiffen with baited breath. I run my hand over that flaccid useless little budgie’s tongue of a cock. Personally I prefer looking at an erect cock myself rather than a second hand pile of giblets that looks like it has been gutted from a festive bird. I wait. I expect a reaction. You feel my hands dance with those candles over your body dripping those sizzling tiny droplets right on to the eye of that penis. It always stands to attention then. I can’t think why! I wait for that sharp intake of oxygen to whistle through that ball gag. It stifles your cries if nothing else. Then gradually I lower my stance bringing the hot candles closer and closer. I hear the panting. I watch the perspiration form tiny droplets on your forehead. Watching your cock in raptures with every fall of red boiling hot serum is such fun. I just love to make beautiful patterns and see your skin smart from the heat. It is so artistic! And then I talk you down slowly when your lower torso looks like a rather distastefully decorated Birthday cake. This dominatrix is always so proud of her work! But then of course the real fun begins. I couldn’t possibly send you home to your wife like that could I? My dressage whip comes in so handy at times like these. You can hear it as I tap it on the palm of my hand, slightly impatiently, just to give you an inkling of what might be in store for you. It has such a wonderful way of just cutting through the air making that lovely resounding sharp sound. One good hard crack right across the head of the penis and hey ho, all clean and ready to go home and be the dutiful wax free husband again. Perfect! In fact without waxing lyrical about it, a perfect end to a perfect day. Domination from a dominatrix at its finest!
Gimp! Now there’s a word I really love. Though gimp boi is better! There is something so satisfying for this dominatrix when I watch you struggle beneath that tight rubber mask. I find it very calming as I slip you into that rubber body bag, zip it right up to your neck and then strap you down on that long leather bench that takes pride of place in my dungeon. It must be so deathly hot in here, especially when you start to sweat. I slip that fine black tube into your mouth and begin the countdown. Watching the sleep sack tightening up around you as you drift into that beautiful and longed for sub sleep state. I watch the rhythm of your respiration as is slows almost to a halt and then I place my hand gently over your heart so I can feel it beating. You are just longing for the white light aren’t you? My thumb goes over the end of that breathing tube; I count down for you and then release. I know you’re floating now. I sense the ecstasy. I tighten the bag yet again. I know you can’t feel your arms or legs and your mind is long away with the fairies. How privileged you are to have such a capable dominatrix at your disposal! I am a dominatrix that can enter the deepest depths of your mind and a femdom that really understands you. You will thank me most graciously for my domination when we are done. When I allow you to come back into the world like a newborn purging itself from the womb, your subconscious will be cleansed and rested. Be forever grateful to your dominatrix, gimp! I have taken you on a high that has no comparison. Where would you be without such a talented dominatrix as me? For that, you will serve me dearly for now and forever. Never forget that! Without me you are a gibberish imbecile with no control in your life. Never forget what I have done for you. Without my domination and my knowledge of the darkness visible, you are nothing.
So many of you want to enter my world and explore sex chat with a strict dominatrix. You beg me to allow you to become my financial slave. But most of you are little naughty liars so know I will always test you. But understand this. Being a dominatrix I will rinse you inside and out. I know your secrets and I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to share them with the outside world. You need me to take your dirty little fantasies to the grave with me. I will of course, at a price! I know you need a dominatrix like me and will always return to me, whatever the cost. You cannot resist can you? You just have to return to me time and time again. Domination is a very addictive game. One tiny taste with a sadistic dominatrix and you are hooked into a world of make believe that will take you to the end of the earth. The vanilla life will seem a very cold one, a life without challenge or excitement like a badly cooked bland meal, in an equally bland restaurant. You will long for the exhilaration of the domination you have found with me. It will draw you back in, time and time again, the minutes and pounds ticking away as we speak. You need that fantasy and only I can provide it to your satisfaction. No one else understands those needs like your dominatrix. No one else can edge that cock of yours like I can. I can tease it and I can deny it. I can make it erect and hold it there until those testicles of yours are at bursting point, and when and only when I give my permission will you be able to release all that pent up energy inside. You will ejaculate only when I see fit! Disgrace yourself and you will be severely punished. Nothing is more satisfying to me than to put you across my knee, your cock tightly trapped between my strong stocking clad thighs, your bare arse stretched wide and my bare hand beating those buttocks! With every cry I will make you feel the weight of my hand over and over again. If you do not learn your lesson the first time you will pay dearly. Not just with money but also in kind. Trust me you wouldn’t like me when I am riled. I will order you to lick up your mess from my floor and swallow it, dust and all. Miss one single centimetre and the punishment will well outweigh the crime.
So now I must draw my short story to a conclusion. I have barely touched on the subject of domination or all the delights that come with living as a cruel dominatrix if I am really honest. This is just the tiniest tip of the iceberg that lies deep beneath an ocean of undeniable pleasure and intrigue. Something that draws you in and never lets up with its hold on you. The world of a dominatrix is one where most men would never dare to tread and a world that many of you cannot escape from. Your need is my command. My domination is the very air you breathe to survive. I know where it comes from and how to handle it. I am the calm in the eye of the hurricane. I have something you do not. Control! I, like many others, am here for your dominatrix sex chat needs. As a live cams dominatrix, I am at your service just as you are mine. I am your mistress. You must understand there are as many types of femdoms as there are women. We all have our strengths though rarely do we have weaknesses. We understand the true meaning of sadomasochistic behaviour. We know the dynamics of the D/s relationship. Your pain is our pleasure both mentally and physically. We know how to handle our power and we know how to handle you. Our knowledge of a fetish filled lifestyle goes beyond your wildest dreams. No matter what type of kinkster you are or what fetish you have, there is nothing we cannot contemplate. As long as you accept that your dominatrix always makes the ultimate decisions. There are no codicils. There are no exceptions. You will follow our rules and we will have your obedience. You will get domination from a sadistic dominatrix and nothing else. That is all that matters. Whether you need SPH (small penis humiliation), water sports, and you are a cuck, a sissy whore or just a good old fashioned slave boy, it matters not for a sadistic dominatrix! There is one common denominator and one only, domination. It is the dark pit of BDSM from which there is no relief or escape once your toe has gone into the water. But a life half lived is no life at all. So if you are ‘curious’ then all I can say to you is you won’t know what you are in for until you have submitted to a dominatrix. I will always be empathetic with a newbie, though it would not be wise to test my patience too often. But boundaries are meant to be pushed and with this dominatrix you will experience an adrenaline rush beyond even your wildest imagination and it can take you to a place that you never knew existed. The dark side that all of us have just dying to get out. Come with me now and let me walk you through it. What have you got to lose? Stand in the corner, your face to the wall, submit to your dominatrix and I will begin.
