How I Got Started with Female Domination

When I first started dipping my feet into the world of BDSM I didn't think that female dominance was for me. I identified myself as an obedient woman on the site I first joined.

In the end, it was a narrative written by a female submissive about her relationship with her Dom who inspired me to investigate BDSM.

I was 31 when I first heard this tale. The woman sketched an image for me, with gorgeous words of the way her Dom was so brutally beaten that she was crying, pounced on her and took her to the bathroom and held her while the water washed her body.

The tale lingered in my mind for several months and a few months, brewing in my head until I could not ignore it completely. For myself, the story wasn't so much about the things he did to her, but rather the actions he did.

I didn't want to be annoyed anytime soon.

The thing that struck me was the way she described the difference between the good and bad. What is the way someone can disdain her and admire her at the same time.

The manner in which he beat her. The way he held her as she cried.

He clearly cared about her with a lot of love. She let him do this to her. There was a trust and connection which I was not sure I'd ever shared with anyone.

Then, I began searching for dominant men.

It was a tangled mess out there. It was difficult to get through the thorns and savages of men who were hiding under the cover of BDSM.

Men who were not interested in an actual power exchange. The majority of them just tried to take advantage of women who had just begun to develop a curiosity about BDSM before they realised the dangers.

Female dominance was in me

I believe I was able to stay clear of most traps. I read every book I could locate.

Like a sponge, I spent my time soaking up all the information.

I can still recall the first person I met who wanted me to become his dominant. He would keep insisting that despite my protests, the fact that I'm a switcher; that I could do great at dominating females.

He once offered me $100 for coming to my home and being seated in a corner with my pants and slouching into them. All I had to do was look at him. I could even dress.

I'm not sure why I didn't go to heart. I broke up with him about a year ago.

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

He was right in the end. Even though I had told myself that I'm not a dominant person, there was a Domme hidden within me, all the time, waiting to emerge and play.

Since she's come in to have a go, she's not coming back. A couple of years of submissiveness and bottom play was a good thing for me. It will be a long time since those early memories.

The first person to take me down and put a snare in my a$$. He said I should make him a daddy once the time came.

One of them took me to an area of nature and slapped me with a gauze and then informed me that he was planning to put me in the sand, and beat me up in my thigh so hard that it injured me for a week.

In the distance, I could hear the sound of a crowd having an outdoor bonfire. I'd never met him before , and it was exciting. Never once did I consider that he would actually kill me.

A slave for lube and drinks

I feel that the time with several males who are dominant has been beneficial for my personal growth. Each person I've had an interaction with has taught me something.

Some months later I discovered myself being triple-teamed by a colleague as well as two other guys. I thought we should be able to have a slave to serve us drinks and provide lube.

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

But I was not so secretly found myself judged by laughter. That was the start of my female dominance journey.

In the first scene we had I held him down to bed with legs and arms wide and a blindfold covering his eyes. He stayed for over an hour in my arms as I stroked him on the cock. He then began crying when I pulled him away.

I begged him to keep going. He wanted me to let him make himself cum. Instead, I decided to the cum him.

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

A powerful goddess

The second submissive male I encountered confessed that he was humiliated. We were talking on the phone when the other guy asked me if I could perform a small humiliation scene the next time we met. I hesitated.

I wasn't sure how to explain to him that his little cock was soft and tiny. His cock was large and I'd only had it once before in a hard state.

When we did fuck in the street He was already a bit hard as he pulled the sex from his pants.

In his room, telling him how unimportant that he was, and how other men have fucked me more and what a tiny and unimportant his cock was - I felt like a godlike goddess.

After I left his house my strides were longer than they'd been before.

As of the latest encounter I was in, a submissive man was seated on my couch , wearing blindfolds. He was 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 with a continuous flow of blood leaking out of it, as I ran an incline up and down the body of his, leaving small dots to follow.

I put my finger on his cock using feathers and then smacked the inside of his thigh with an oblique. After that, I put an ice cube in my mouth, and then put his cock into my mouth.

I'm still learning to master. There are many things I'd like to try. I'm eager to experience the various options.