Growing up in a conservative middle class family and having spent considerable time in the professional corporate sector, the realms of BDSM never entered my head. I had a clear cut vision of how life was mean’t to be – of what was right and morally acceptable and of what was wrong and repugnant and shunned by our social fabric. BDSM activities were undeniably the domain of perverted deviants so it therefore came as a great surprise upon meeting my future husband that the man of my dreams was rather “alternative” when it came to sex.
Many years ago and early on in the relationship during a playful romp in the bedroom, my future ‘intended’ was being a bit of a handful. I duly threatened him with a pair of pink fur lined handcuffs (given to me as a bad joke at Christmas) that if he didn’t behave, I would sort him out! “Go on then” was the excited response. I was aghast and confused at his obvious excitement – they were my next ebay advertisement – in pristine condition, never having been out of the box.
Suddenly, my safe vanilla world was being challenged and in the days that followed, my eyes were opened to the realms of BDSM and the unexplored world of kinky sex. To say I took to it like a duck to water is an understatement of mammoth proportions. Shortly thereafter, I was visiting a very accomplished long standing Mistress for lessons in the art of bondage and discipline and all things of a sado masochistic nature.
To cut a long story short, within a couple of years I had become a professional Dominatrix. My working wardrobe of immaculately tailored suits had been replaced by latex and leather, spiky stiletto heels, thigh boots, corsets and international fetish events. I have never looked back!
Today, I still deal with the professional corporate sector but they come to me to live out their most secret desires, surrendering themselves to the domination of a supreme Femdom Bitch. They crave being turned into slave, slutty little whore or pathetic groveling worm and serving the gorgeous Dominatrix who gratifies their need for punishment and subservience. Who’d have thought that the tough talking executive brokering multi million dollar deals has an undeniable lust for cross dressing and slut training and being Mistress’s dirty little whore. There’s the arrogant CEO with an unquenchable foot fetish, throwing himself at the feet of a Goddess and worshipping those spiky stiletto heels and thigh high boots. Then there’s the slick stock broker who craves the big black dildo strapped to my loins and learning to suck cock like a champion!
Funny how life pans out – who’d have thought!