I was new to the femdom scene, but I was already loving it. I was researching ways to become a professional dominatrix, whenever I had the chance, and I couldn’t wait to put my new skills to use. Some practices, like breath play, still sounded scary for me, but I loved the feeling of power that domination was giving me. Luckily, a perfect opportunity arose, thanks to my new client. After much thinking, I decided to add domination to my list of escort services a few days ago, even though I wasn’t sure it would interest anyone. Thankfully, Alex, the new guy, didn’t mind that I was still learning and we agreed to meet. He told me that he enjoys tickling and edging, which were both well known to me. We agreed to meet at my place tomorrow, so I still had time to research and ask around a little.
My excitement turned into stress an hour before our appointment. I was worried that I would do something wrong, despite the fact it was everything I wanted. I could feel a knot in my stomach and had to call my friend for emotional support. She helped me a little, saying that if I want to become a true dominatrix, I can’t get nervous like this. She was right, and despite her advice being simple and almost mean, it helped. I finally managed to relax and prepared everything for Alex. He came on time, which I was thankful for, since I already couldn’t wait to play with him. After we greeted each other, I asked him to take a shower.
While he was showering, I checked if everything was in place. I had prepared a feather tickler, a pin-wheel, a hairbrush, a makeup brush, a ribbon, and a cock ring to prolong his erection. Of course, I also had handcuffs and leg cuffs, after all, I can’t have him moving around.
Alex came back to the room already naked, and I couldn’t help but smile at him. He was so shy and cute, and I get to be the one to dominate him!
“Lie down,” I ordered, gesturing towards the bed.
He nodded, smiling slightly, and took his place.
I cuffed him to the bed, making sure all the restraints keep him tightly in place.
The art of tickling was a tough subject to perfect, but I knew the theory, so I wasn’t afraid. At first, I briefly caressed his limp cock, I just couldn’t stop myself. Then, I picked up the first toy, a thin ribbon. I showed it to him and let it drop onto his face. He wrinkled his nose, trying not to sneeze, when I slowly dragged the ribbon along his cheekbone and lips. I headed lower, still keeping a very slow pace, he snorted, when I touched his throat. I made a mental note to myself that his neck was especially sensitive to him. When it comes to tickling, everyone has different sensitive spots, that’s why it’s so much harder than giving someone sexual pleasure in a standard way.
The next place I wanted to check were his nipples, to my surprise, it didn’t do much to him. I started slowly making my way down to his crotch, but he burst out laughing, when I touched his navel. That’s where I wanted to be, I decided. I leaned forward and blew air on his belly button, making him laugh again. I smiled to myself and checked the rest of his body. The most ticklish part of his body was still his navel, but he was also quite ticklish on his thighs and, as I checked earlier, throat. He didn’t react much to tickling his feet.
I changed my toy to a feather tickler and concentrated on his things. I was omitting the most sensitive spot on purpose, as a dominatrix my job was to know how to please someone, while at the same time denying them that pleasure. For a while, I was slowly dragging my feathers up and down, listening to his giggles. His cock was already hard, but I was pretending it didn’t exist. I stopped touching his thighs and dragged the tickler up his chest in a fast motion, briefly touching his navel, heading for his neck. I made a move like I was cutting his throat with the feather. At this point, he was laughing so hard, he had trouble breathing. I switched the toy to the pin-wheel and started rolling it up and down his ribs, and then thighs. His laughter filled the room, making me feel happy too. I noticed the pre-cum was already dripping out of his member, and I remembered about the edging part of his request.
“Don’t cum,” I said quietly.
“I… I have to,” he said in between rapid breaths and laughs.
“Don’t cum, unless I tell you too,” I said louder in a more demanding tone.
He clenched his jaw and nodded.
I took the hairbrush and pushed it against his thigh, making a circular motion. At the same time, I was making a grabbing move with my free hand around his belly button. My long fingernails were barely scratching his skin, and if it felt at least half as ticklish as it looked, he should be very much enjoying himself. It was hard to tell if he felt better, since for the past ten or so minutes, he has been only wheezing and laughing hysterically.
Alex must’ve had more self-control than I thought, because he still didn’t finish. I was a little surprised, he was able to restrain himself, but nevertheless pleased. I didn’t really know how long I was supposed to deny him an orgasm, it’s not really something I do working in escort services.
Once again, I picked up the feather, since apparently it was the best toy for him. This time, I concentrated solemnly on his belly button. I was mimicking the moves a painter makes while filling in the colours. A series of short and fast strokes was enough to make him stop breathing again. I waited until he calmed down, and repeated the move. His cock was all red and twitching from time to time. I tickled him a bit more, just enough to make him lose his breath, and stopped.
After a minute or so, he stopped laughing and was only breathing heavily.
“Come now,” I ordered, surprising myself with the sheer power in my voice.
To my surprise, he slowly started leaking cum. I knew that a real dominatrix makes her slaves finish on demand, but actually being in that position was a new thing for me. I felt like I was on top of the world, watching in fascination as he was coming after over half an hour of edging.
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