How I Got Started with Female Domination

When I first started to dip my feet into the world of BDSM I didn't think that female dominance was for me. I declared myself an obedient woman on the initial website that I joined.

In the end, it was a tale written by a female submissive about her encounter in a relationship with her husband which has made me interested in BDSM.

I was 31 when I read this tale. The woman sketched for me a picture with lovely words of the way her Dom struck her so hard that she was crying, pounced on her and took her to the bathroom and held her while the water washed her body.

The tale stayed in my head for several months and a few months, brewing in my head until I was able to ignore it completely. For myself, the story wasn't really about the things he did to her in the sense of.

I wasn't looking forward to being angry anytime soon.

The thing that struck me was the way she described the difference between the bad and the positive. It was difficult for someone to both be disrespectful to her and also respect her at the same time.

The method he beat her, then held her while she cried.

He clearly cared about her very much. She let him perform these acts on her. There was a trust and bond I was not sure I'd ever experienced with anyone.

Then, I began looking for men who were dominant.

It was a maze out there. It was difficult to avoid the thorns and savages of men hidden under the cover of BDSM.

Men with no interest in a real power exchange. They mostly were looking to profit from women who had a new curiosity about BDSM before they realised the dangers.

Female dominance was a part of me

I believe I was able to stay clear of the most common traps. I read everything I could discover.

It was as if I had a sponge that soaked in information.

I can still recall the first person I encountered who wanted me to become his dominant. He would constantly tell me that I was a switch, in spite of my protests the fact that I'm a switchand that I could do great at dominating females.

He once offered $100 for me to visit my house and be seated in a corner with my panties while he sat there, taking a gander. All I needed to do was sit and watch him. I could even dress.

It's hard to tell why I didn't just take him to heart. I stopped communicating with him about a year back.

Sometimes I wonder if he'd be content if he were to come and see me today.

He was right in the end. In spite of all the claims I made to myself that I'm not dominant, I was a Domme in me for years, just waiting to emerge and play.

Since she's come on the field to be a player, she's not coming back. A couple of years of submissiveness and bottom play was a good thing for me. The memories I'll always cherish are those initial memories.

The first man to make me tie myself up and put his hands on my back. He said I should be his daddy when I did.

One of them took me to an area of nature and slapped me with a gagger and then informed me that he was planning to put me in the sand and hit me in the back to the point that it was damaged for the next week.

In the far distance, I could see people gathering around an outdoor bonfire. I'd never seen it before, and it was awe-inspiring. There was never a time when I thought that he would actually kill me.

A slave to lube and drinks

I believe that spending time with a variety of dominant men has been a huge benefit in my personal development. Every person I've shared an encounter with has taught me something.

Some months later I discovered myself being triple-teamed by a fellow friend and two others. I thought we should be able to have a slave to provide us with drinks and lube.

My friend laughed and said that one of them was submissive in secret.

In truth, I was judged by the laughter. This was the beginning of my female dominance journey.

In the beginning I held him down to his bed with legs and arms wide with a blindfold over his eyes. He stayed over an hour in my arms and wailed when I looked at his cock, and cried when I pulled him away.

The man begged me to keep going. Let him make himself cum. Instead, I let myself shave next to him.

He wasn't able to see me. He was only able to hear the sound of my footsteps and felt me shaking at his side.

A powerful goddess

The submissive man I met confessed to me that he was humiliated. We were talking on the phone when the other guy asked me if I could have some small humiliation scene the next time we see each other. I hesitated.

I was unsure of what to do to explain to him that his cock was small and soft. His cock was huge and I'd only had it once before in a hard state.

The last time we sucked in the street the guy was already rough when he pulled off his pants.

I was in his room telling him how unimportant that he was, and how other men have fucked me up better and what a small and useless body he had felt like a godlike goddess.

As I left his home my strides were longer than they'd been before.

The most recent encounter I was in, a male was submissive and was sitting on my couch , wearing blindfolds. He was also gagged , and I had swathed his thighs and arms with bondage tape, making him in a position that made him unmoveable.

The cock of his was constantly moving as a continuous flow of blood leaked out of it while I spun the pinwheel across to his body. I left small dots to follow.

I tipped his cock with a feather, and then hit the inside of his thigh with an elongated crop. After that, I put an ice cube in my mouth, and then put his cock into my mouth.

I have much to master. There are many things I'd like to explore. I'm excited to experience each one.