I am a submissive who enjoys evenings where women dominate men. My most recent night out was a success because I met a stunning Dominatrix like I had never seen before.
That evening, I arrived at the club around 8:00 PM. When I entered, I felt a bit intimidated and somewhat alone.
However, I quickly found company by chatting with other submissive men. We talked about all sorts of things, nothing too serious. Some of the more experienced submissives started sharing their stories and fetishes, going into great detail. I found it interesting and very educational. You learn something new every day.
That’s how I discovered that for some submissives, their pleasure comes from serving as a toilet and drinking “champagne” straight from the source. For others, it’s receiving slaps, being penetrated, and so on.
Around 10:00 PM, the first gynarchic couples made their entrance. The initial games began. As I wandered through the club, I came across a submissive being whipped against a wall by a stunning dominatrix. I stopped for a moment to watch.
Evening for Dominatrices and Submissives
A little later, a Dominatrix ordered me to follow her on all fours. She held my leash, which was attached to the collar around my neck. After a few meters, the pain in my knees started to set in. Still, I pressed on because my goal is to please these Ladies.
At one point, she stopped, swayed her hips in front of me, and shortened my leash. I found myself just two centimeters from her backside. It was incredibly arousing, especially since she was very attractive and dressed in a sexy outfit. I could smell her vagina and anus. It wasn’t unpleasant. Even though I was so close, I didn’t touch her. I know a submissive must always follow orders and never take the initiative. It’s a matter of consent.
That said, it was undeniably provocative.
After a few laps around the club, while being led on a leash, she released me. I went back to observing the other couples playing. I noticed that the couple from earlier was now engaged in “ballbusting.” The submissive was getting kicked and whipped in his family jewels. Things had escalated—now, instead of one, there were three Dominatrices taking turns with him. The submissive’s partner had allowed other Ladies to join in without even asking his opinion.
Arrival of a Magnificent Dominatrix
After a while, that couple moved to another spot, though you could still hear the submissive crying out and moaning with pleasure. It must have been a punishment night for him. He got nearly the full range of tools—paddle strikes with spikes on his back side, and occasionally slaps from his Mistress.
As I walked through the club, I then saw a submissive lying on the floor with a Dominatrix stepping on him with her stiletto heels. The submissive was also sniffing something from a small vial. I have no idea what that feels like. I’ve been stepped on before by a professional, but I would have loved to trade places with him to feel the sharp stilettos of that beautiful Dominatrix.
Time passed, and with one hour left in the evening, an absolutely breathtaking Dominatrix made her entrance. She sat on a throne, and within moments, at least five of us submissives were at her feet. We took the opportunity to massage her feet and legs, lick her toes, and run our tongues between them—all under the orders of this commanding woman.
Alone with This Stunning Dominatrix
At one point, she yanked my leash and slapped me in front of everyone. I wasn’t expecting it at all, but I took it with pleasure. She then ordered me to fetch her a glass of champagne. I immediately obeyed, buying a glass with my own money. When I returned and handed it to her, she commanded me to resume massaging her feet. I couldn’t help but sneak glances at her face and smile at her beauty, but she forbade it, insisting my eyes stay on her feet.
A few minutes later, after finishing her champagne, she dismissed all the other submissives. I was left alone with her. She pulled my leash, and I crawled on all fours like a good dog as she led me to a private cuddle corner. Then she left me there for a few minutes to lock the door. I felt like a prisoner in a cell. I started to worry a little, but at the same time, I found this Mistress so elegant that I genuinely wanted to become her slave.
Ten minutes later, she returned with another submissive carrying a “smotherbox.” He placed it in the middle of the room.
- “Alright, now get out of here!” she barked at the other submissive.
Then she turned to me.
- “Do you know what’s coming, little pup? You’re going to lie down with your head in this smotherbox and become my toilet. You’ll taste my champagne and sniff my farts. I don’t care if it’s your first time or not. I’m going to make you my little pet, got it?”
Now, the devoted slave of Mistress Amélia, the Magnificent Dominatrix
I complied without hesitation. That’s just how I am—I love these kinds of games. Then I drank all her champagne straight from the source. Sometimes it overflowed from my mouth. At the same time, she whipped my stomach and genitals with a riding crop to make me drink faster. It was incredibly thrilling, especially with the added pleasure of smelling her farts.
- “Good boy, now get on your knees in front of me! Give me your phone number so I can reach you whenever I feel like it. With me, you’ll have to wear a chastity cage, which I may or may not decide to remove. I want to make you my devoted slave, and I think you’re already off to a good start. I’ll see you next time—always be available for me, my little pup, understood?”
- “Yes, Mistress, I’ll make sure never to disappoint you.”
- “By the way, you’ll always call me Mistress Amélia. Got it, pup?”
- “Yes, Mistress Amélia.”
The night ended, and I couldn’t believe what I’d just experienced.
The very next day, Mistress Amélia contacted me. That’s how, little by little, I became the devoted slave she was looking for.
