Another day of servitude and bruises: a dominatrix's journal

Jess was getting ready to go for yet another day at work. She was preparing for her side business, even though she worked a 9-5 job. Jessica was a dominatrix. Another evening of bondage and bruises.

Her power and anxiety were boosted by being a dominatrix. It was a relief from her monotonous secretarial job. It was especially when she had to take orders from men in high-ranking positions every day.

It was good to be in control.

She squeezed into her latex catsuit quickly. It was difficult to get her breasts through the latex catsuit. The holes in her new suit were cut to allow her large tits to dangle.

She put on her high-knee boots. They had pointed toes with stiletto heels. Her upcoming client was fond of feet. Many of her love-slaves were foot fetishes.

As she walked down to the dungeon, her boobs jumped. She entered the darkened room through dimmed lights. She couldn't find her client anywhere.

"Where are you? I'm here! Are you ready?" she yelled impatiently.

He shouted "Yes!" as he ran from the dressing room.

Jess looked at him. "I'm sure you're not familiar with all of this. My first rule in my dungeon? Never make me wait!

"I'm... sorry," he replied. "I had an issue with my outfit."

He pointed out his big, fat dick hidden in his latex thong.

"I don’t see any problem with it right now. I need you to immediately apologise! "Get on your knees!" she cried.

He calmly said, "Ok." Jess was still able to see his face, even though he was wearing a mask.

"The second rule in my dungeon says that nothing is okay."

You will always refer to my mistress as you reply."

"I'm sorry, Mistress." The mysterious man fell to his knees.

"Apologise to what?" It was always fun for her to meet new clients.

"I am sorry for making you wait. I regret wasting your time. I will not repeat it, Mistress."

"That's a little better. Jess said, "You have permission to kiss my boot's top."

He immediately bows down and kisses the top of her shiny, leather boots. He was turning on his pointy toes as he grasped her ankles to kiss her stiletto heels.

Jess shouted, "Hey!" "You didn't touch me before." I will tell you what to do, and how to do it. "When did you tell me to keep my ankles on the ground?"

"I thought the Madam of the dungeon had told you that I loved your feet, Mistress?" He was shocked.

Jess smirked, "She did it, but you have to get access."

"You must be punished. !"

The client looked around in the dimly lit room. There were no beds.

"Crawl to the stretcher."

He crawled awkwardly on to his hands and knees towards the stretcher. Jess was a bit confused when he saw his ass and the back of his muscular legs as he bent down.

"You'll be grateful to me, it's a great privilege for you. You must be punished for wasting time, not properly addressing me, and touching out of my turn. You need to get your hands off of my back!

"Yes, Mistress."

He was handcuffed by her and his large hands were displayed right above his sex. She slapped him with one hand.

Her leather gloves left a large red mark on his cheeks from the large leather gloves she was wearing.

His groan was louder than his slap. "Did that sound like you?" she softly asked.

"I loved it, Mistress. He begged, "Please do it again."

Jess then slapped each cheek one by one. The dungeon echoed his cries. It was amazing to her how many large, burly men were attracted by bondage foreplay.

She grabbed her single-tail whip from the wall.

She said softly, "Look at me." "I'm going to take care of you. You can trust me.

"Just remember that you are my pet."

As she bent over, he was able to see a stunning view. He could see her huge tits hanging above his head. The leather whip was her gentle touch on his face.

"Tell me how thankful you are, and I'll reward you."

"Thanks for the opportunity. "Mistress, I am forever grateful."

She laughed. "Good. "I have something I think that you will enjoy."

She stood aside and let him feel the whip in his shins. As the whip stung his skin, he groaned. It was amazing how it felt.

The mask that covered his eyes fell to the ground and was unfastened. Jess was stunned. Jess was shocked to discover that it was Evans, the hot CEO for the company she worked for!

He chuckled. "I would not mind if it continued. It was truly enjoyable.

"We're not at the office right now. I can have my wildest sexual fantasies here. "Mistress, you're doing an amazing job in distributing bondage."

 

She didn't expect Mr. Evans to pass through the dungeon's gates. Surprised that her boss lived a life of pain and bonds, she was shocked. It was shocking!

Jess said, "Your mask fell off Mr. Evans." She crawled onto the stretcher, her crotch in front of Evans' nose. "Put your head on mine."

He said, "Yes, Mistress," once more.

Jess noticed that this time she was even more excited than usual. She stroked his neck as she held his head in her hands.

"Even though I'm your boss, you still have to obey me here. "I'm not done punishing you," she slapped him with her hand and followed up with the whip.

He laughed and jerked as he groaned.

Jess took off her cuffs. "Sit down on the bed."

To reveal her large, thick cock, she took off her black leather thong. She massaged his penis tip with each of her fingers. He was getting more difficult.

She snuck his dick between her massive boobs. As her dick became stiffer, she began to tittyfuckhim. She opened her mouth to wrap her lips around the cock.

Slowly, he slid his cock into her throat. He sank back on the bed.

She started to deepthroat him. His dick kept hitting her throat, and he groaned in delight.

His creamy cum exploded into her mouth. It dripped onto her boobs, and onto her catsuit. Jess started to lick it all off.

"Mistress, please," said Mr. Evans.

He massaged her breasts with his thumb. He massaged her nipples using his thumb.

Jess and Mr. Evans leapt. Someone knocked at the door.

"Mr. "Mr.

"Yes, Madame. "Yes, Madame. He smiled at Jess, and turned his attention to her. "Mistress, we'll see you Monday."