[MF] 3rd installment of my life as a [M] Dom.

This is my third installment of my time with C, the attorney. If you want to read the previous two, you can find it on my profile. If you have any questions, or comments, please send them to me. I enjoy reading them.

Again, these are NOT fictional stories. They are completely true accounts of my life as a Dom. All the events are as accurate as I can remember them, without embellishments or elaborations. Let me know if you enjoy it, and I will continue sharing these events if the reception is positive. This is a long one, and was a long night/day the next morning. I will break this up into at least two installments.

Things to note, we had already discussed limits and she had her safe words. She was ready for this.

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Since the contract was signed became official, I made C wait. I made her sit and think about all the brutal things I had already done to her, while also telling her she has no clue on what’s to come. I also required her to start a journal, and share it on Tumblr. Being an attorney, she definitely had her way with words, and the sadistic side of me really enjoyed knowing she was using them to talk about me.

She wrote about her side of the events, how she felt, how she reacted, how her mind worked in the times of being used. The part I enjoyed most about reading what she wrote, is that I could tell just how completely broken she was for me. That upon the buzz of her phone going off, she would be instantly wet, thinking it was a command, or a text from me. Talk about turning this fucking feminist into a dog Pavlov would be proud of. She was exactly that, a wet, salivating, worthless fucking slave for me.

Our third meeting would be at my place, and I would use my familiar environment to my advantage on her. I told her exactly what to wear, stockings, heels, something low cut and a skirt, and specifically what kind of panties to wear. I even told her how I wanted her make up to be. I again gave her a time frame to be at my door. I warned her to not knock, that I would open it when I was damn good and ready. Not only that, but she was to kneel at my door once she got there. This definitely helped feed into her degrading and submissive slave nature. See, my apartment door is in a breeze way, on the second floor or a three story building. There are six apartments on each floor, and I wanted someone to see her. Kneeling. At my fucking door. I also instructed her to not engage anyone if they were to pass her by.

I sat on my balcony, dressed professionally. I wanted her to see me as more than just a guy with a sadistic side. I also wanted to tap into ALL of her senses. I wanted her to see me dressed so sharply, which really, is how I dress normally, and feel my ownership. Tie, button down shirt with my sleeves rolled back, vest, slacks, wingtips. She is going to know that her place is at my feet. I had mixed myself a cocktail, nothing too strong, as I never have a session when I have had more than one. I save any additional drinking until afterwards and I wind down. Believe it or not, there is a drop for Dom’s too. I saw her drive up, then park. I watched as it took her a couple minutes to compose herself in her car, probably gathering her things, making sure her make-up was perfect, looking over all the details as to not anger me in not being in completely protocol. I saw her open her car door, and those legs swing out. She was dressed as I demanded, and I watched her walk to my building, up the stairs. She was not privy to me peeping on her approach.

I heard her heels walk up the flight of stairs and then down the breezeway to my door, and then they fell silent. I knew she had did exactly as instructed. And there she was, kneeling on the other side of my door, hoping I would open it as quickly as possible as to not be seen. Oh, she would be gravely disappointed in that. Just as I made her stew the time before, waiting, desperately hoping it wouldn’t last long, I made sure it did. I stood at my door, listening for more footsteps, looking through my peep hole to assure myself she did not stand up, that her knees were on the fucking ground. I waited even longer, sipping on my drink. I stood there in pure satisfaction knowing this well-educated feminist was on the other side of my door, and I was sure she was smiling. I made that fucking whore kneel there until someone passed her in the hallway. I wanted others to see her, what she had brought herself too in complete consensual bliss. As the neighbor passed, I could hear her ask “Is everything okay?” “Yes, I just dropped something.” The slave replied. I could even hear my neighbor chuckle. But I noted that she broke my instruction.

Once the neighbor passed (which I knew she would question me later, and that is quite another story as well), I slowly unlocked the deadbolt, and I could almost hear her snap her body to attention. I turned the handle, opened the door and looked down at this mess of a woman who could not wait to see what was in store for her.

“Crawl your ass in here.” I barked at her. And she quickly scurried in.

Once she was in, I grabbed her by the back of her head by her hair, pulled her ass up and pinned her against the door.

“First, let me make sure you look exactly how I told you to.”
“Yes, Sir.”

She was, in fact, dressed as I instructed. Heels, stockings, panties. I placed the palm of my right hand against the side of her face and pushed it into the door. Taking my foot, I kicked out her ankles, making her spread wide and stick her ass out. She presented herself nicely.

“Now, you obeyed me with your appearance, but you failed in my instruction to not engage with anyway.”
“But, Sir, she…” she mumbled out before I brought my hand down incredibly hard across her ass.
“Shut your fucking mouth you slut! You disobeyed me and did exactly what I told you not to do. Now, you will pay for it.”

I felt her shudder. And not just chills. Her whole body shook at hearing those words. I grabbed her again by the hair and pulled her into the living room. I had already constructed the environment. I had a large, oversized, hard wood coffee table that I would use as my centerpiece. I stood her up, told her to cross her hands behind her back. I walked a few circles around her, admiring what was my possession. I owned this bitch. Once my circling ceased, I stopped in front of her, and grabbed her by the chin, made her look me in the eyes and whispered “I am going to enjoy breaking you.” I slapped that slut across the face hard and she crumbled. “Get your ass back on your feet!” I yelled as she quickly brought herself back up. I looked her up and down, grabbed her low cut top and ripped it from her whore body. I left it in strips of fabric, either dangling from her body or on the floor. She gasped. I could tell she did not see that coming. I pulled her skirt down and off of her, then fiercely ripped her panties from the ass I now owned.

“You are going to pay for not listening to me.” I said sternly. “Get your ass on that table, on your back.” and moved her to the coffee table.

I sat on my couch while she assumed the position. Flat on her back, her legs dangled over the edge and rested on the floor. I broke out my bag of goodies, pulled out a crop and cuffs, and cuffed her hands above her head so they would be of no use to her.

“Now, listen closely. You are going to raise your legs into the air, and spread them. You are going to hold them there without assistance. If they so much as fall, I am going to start over from the beginning. Do you understand?”

“Beginning of whaaaa,” she started to ask as I brought the crop down hard against her now exposed and vulnerable pussy. She let out the loudest scream I had heard yet, and her body flopped off of the table, while her hands were still cuffed to it.

“That is the beginning. That one doesn’t even count. I am going to do that ten times. And you will count out loud, each strike you get. If your legs move or shake too much, I am starting over. Do I make myself fucking clear?”

I could tell that took her by surprise and she was still trying to compute what just happened. That she willingly let a man take a cane, and hit her clit so fucking hard that she was starting to see stars.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

Obviously I was hard as fuck at this moment but I was going to take my time and enjoy this. Back to the crop, and I took my first official swing at her pussy.”

“ONEEEEEEE.” she managed to squeal out. I was going to build it up, one at a time. and I was going to make sure she made me start from the beginning at least once.

A few more average strength strikes to her already red and very puffy clit, I managed to convince her that they would be no stronger. However, on the forth strike, I really laid in to it, I stood up and brought it down hard. And again, she screamed so fucking loud and flopped to the floor, almost turning the table over on herself.

“I guess I will be starting over.” She was in such a whimper that I found it even more of a turn on. This bitch was going to be broken for good.

Back from the top, I again, build up each stroke, but I realize she has done amazingly well. So, I wouldn’t be pushing her much harder than I already had. I let a few instances go of her legs dropping to low, I mean, I know they had to be burning just from being unsupported while in the air.

She made it all the way to nine, and I knew this was going to be the last strike. I did not hold back. This tenth one was going to get the cops called, I was going to make sure of it. So, instead of letting her have her mouth available, I took the panties I tore from her body, stuffed them in her mouth, and put the ball gag from my bag around her head. I leaned down close to her ear and whispered, “You’ve done a great job so far, but this next one, this one is going to really sting.”

You should have seen her eyes. They were saucer sized, in a panic, and I could see her mascara had been running down her face. I gave her the opportunity to stop it, and said “blink three times if you want to use your safe word.” That bitch looked me dead in the eye and winked at me. FUCK yes it was on.

I positioned myself back to where I was, and teased her. I rubbed the cane up and down the inside of her thighs, her calves, rubbed it across her incredibly red, puffy, swollen clit, pulled it back quickly and brought it back down, stopping just before hitting her skin. Getting into her head, making that melt just as much as I was her will. I continued this for a few minutes, calling her names, telling how embarrassed she should be, just your general degrading trash talk to this now shell of a woman who no longer bought into her superiority. She struggled, she moaned, she groaned. Then, without warning, without another tease, I took the biggest swing physically possible I could with the crop, and hit her clit so fucking hard that I broke the crop. She screamed through the gag so loud, the dog upstairs started barking. This was the loudest, creepiest, darkest scream I had ever heard in person. And this time, she flipped the table over on its side and she curled her legs up to her chest and shook on the floor. I was very pleased in what I had done to her, that she was so broken.

I unshackled her, took her gag out, pet her on the head and said “Good girl, you did great.”

I picked up the scene a bit, letting her recover for a few minutes, as I sat back down on the couch. She got to her knees, and I asked her if she was okay. She smiled so big, and nodded in enthusiasm. “That was so fucking perfect. Thank you Sir. I needed that.”

“I know you did. Now, crawl your ass to my refrigerator and bring me a beer.” She did as she told, and once she returned I told her to stay on the floor, to sit at my feet. She obeyed.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked
“So fucking much Sir.”

“Then kiss my feet. Worship me.”

She slowly untied my shoes, gently took my socks off, put her face down, and her ass up, and softly kissed both of my feet. I sat there, tilted my head back, and basked in my dominance. She was finding her place, so very well. I was looking forward to reading what she wrote about this encounter the following day.

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