A Sub Tells His Story of a Recent Dominatrix Session

I enjoy getting to know each and every client. A strict relationship is formed quickly due to the intensity of our play. I encourage each sub to relate what they wish to experience in a Dominatrix session. This can take many forms. Once the form is established I can gently direc the session using what I know their fantasy.

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The following is by Paul.

My Visit to Miss K Stinger

Ever since I was a youngster, I have always had the hankering to enact a fantasy with a mature dominatrix. Having looked at various websites and X feeds, I decided that a lady called Miss K Stinger would be the lady I saw.

Courteous and Prompt

I contacted her by email and she replied courteously and promptly. I paid my deposit and then wrote her a brief email explaining what I was looking for. She readily agreed and was more than happy to wear the outfit I suggested. Finally, the day came and I rang her bell in nervous anticipation.

 A Calm Manner

“You want your football back do you?” she shouted at me when I was over the threshold. “I have been trying for ages to get hold of you. You are a very naughty boy. You keep kicking your ball in my garden, ruining my roses and making a mess. What do you think I should do to you?” I started being rude to her, and before I knew what had happened, I felt her hand slap me hard across my face. She was furious. And then she spoke to me in a very calm manner which left me in no doubt she was in charge.

“I’m going to do to you what your mother should have done to you ages ago. I’m going to teach you to have respect for your neighbours. And the only way you will learn that respect, is if I give you a damn good spanking. One that you will never forget”. I started to protest that I was too old to receive a spanking, but she stopped me with an impatient wave of her hand.

I Have Two Choices

“You have two choices. I can either call the police and tell them what you’ve been up to or you will let me deal with you. What’s it to be?” I thought about it and wondered how much pain she could cause a strapping young man like me. I agreed to be spanked. “Good. You’ve made a wise choice. I will give you a sound spanking and then you will thank me and leave and we will not talk of this again. Next time you want your ball, ask me. Don’t climb over the fence”.

My lap is generous and soft like my hands... wait! No, my hands are hard

Black Nylons

Miss Stinger placed a wooden back chair in the centre of her living room. She called me over, and for the first time I noticed what she was wearing. A business suit with a skirt which showed she was wearing black nylons. I wondered if they were stockings. She told me very calmly that she was going to put me across her knee and give me a spanking. She took my hand and eased me over her knee. Then the spanking started. It was quite gentle to start, and I thought this will be easy. Take this for a few minutes and then I could go. After five minutes or so she increased the intensity and it started to hurt. Thank goodness I have my trousers as protection. She must have read my mind.

Aroused Young Man

“Stand up” she commanded. I did so. “You really didn’t think it would be that easy did you?” She undid the belt on my trousers, unzipped me and watched as my trousers fell to the floor. She then eased her skirt back revealing her stocking tops. Oh no……. I instantly became aroused which she noticed and smiled. “You forget why you are here young man. This is not for pleasure. This is a punishment”. She eased my underpants down while looking me in the eye all the time. She slightly parted her legs and again put me over her knee easing my appendage between her thighs. This was embarrassment, pain and pleasure all combined. Now that my bare bottom was exposed, Miss Stinger proceeded to spank me even harder, and pretty soon I was writhing about on her lap and trying to get off. She changed position slightly and brought her right leg around both of my legs (she called it a leglock) so I was powerless to escape. All the time telling me what a naughty boy I was.

German Accent

The fact she spoke to me with her very strong German accent seemed to accentuate my embarrassment even further. This went on for ten or 15 minutes. She is a very strong lady, and her stamina and energy was astonishing. Finally she stopped and she let me rest over her lap for a few minutes while rubbing my bottom in soothing motions. Then she bade me get up and produced a mirror so I could see what my poor bottom looked like. It was as red as a tomato. If I thought we had finished, I was sadly mistaken.

Hairbrush & Paddle

She went over to a table and picked up a hair brush and a paddle. Instantly I knew I was in for more. Again sitting down she put me over her knee (by this time my erection had long since vanished) and using the paddle first, she gave me another spanking. I lost all self control, and pleaded with her to stop. “Not yet young man. You need to learn this lesson and it won’t stop until I say it will stop.” The paddle seemed to land in the same spot (she called it a sweet spot) time after time. Putting down the paddle, she used the hair brush on me and the pain shot up to a level I had never experienced.

For boys who don't respond to a spanking I have something more severe

Learned a Lesson

“Do you think you have learned your lesson now young man?” “YES YES YES” I screamed. Finally she stopped and I lay over her lap sobbing genuine tears. She let me lay there for a few more minutes. She stood me up and went to a cabinet and took out some sort of cream. I went back over her lap and she rubbed the cream into my flaming backside being ever so gentle. She told me I was a good boy for taking the punishment she dispensed so well. I looked at my watch, and saw that the hour was up. In fact it was 70 minutes. I had been well spanked.

Wind Down from the Dominatrix Session

She made me a drink, and we discussed the session and she asked if I had got what I wanted from it. I told her that she was absolutely marvellous and thanked her profusely. I promised her that I would book again and maybe even take the cane.

She sent me a lovely email to me that evening thanking me for visiting her and to check I was ok.

I will definitely be visiting Miss Stinger again.

Of course, Paul will return. You see, attending me and absorbing my charming yet severe punishments is addictive.

Miss K