I love to make men angry and sexually frustrated

Being a dominatrix is no easy job, it requires skill and understanding that most people cannot master. I am great at my job if I do say so myself and the men who come to see me can’t sing my praises highly enough. I have men from all walks of life come to me, family men, rich men, businessmen, submissive men, and everything in between and all of them have one thing in common, they love to be dominated by me.

One of my favorite men that comes to me is a guy called Richie, now Richie is very successful and of course, Richie isn’t his real name. In his day to day life, Richie is powerful, a force to be reckoned with and he holds a lot of the biggest businesses and business decisions in his hands but when he comes into see me, he is like a different person, he transforms into a little sub, a man who hangs onto my every word and a man who I treat like dirt for fun…

The door closes quietly as he makes his way into my dungeon.

“Hello Mistress”, he utters.

“Get undressed now”, I say back to him, my leather crop in one hand whilst smacking my other hand with it. The ‘Thwack’ of the leather hitting my palm echoed through my dungeon. He does as I say, undressing and making his way over to me.

“On your knees”, I say and he does as I ask. Getting to his knees and allowing me to attach a lead to the collar I had left out for him. “Clean”, I say dismissively, sticking out my feet for him and wriggling my toes. He gets straight to work, licking them with his tongue and sucking on my feet, making sure they are clean, doing a marvelous job, as he always does.

“Enough. Sit”, I say, putting my foot back into my heeled shoe. I press the toe of my heel into his crotch and he doesn’t flinch, he gets harder the harder I press down and I raise my eyebrows at him, he knows he is about to get spanked for arousal.

“On all fours”, I say angrily. I get my crop out and begin lashing his bare ass with it, spanking him raw, making his cheeks turn red with pain and embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Mistress”, he says, over and over again. I shake my head, asking him to say it louder and with more meaning and he does until his voice cracks and I stop. “Good, now, on the bench”, I say where he lays back, spread eagle and I secure him in place with the ropes and cuffs. His cock is throbbing as I run my crop along his shaft, it twitches with excitement and he makes whimpering noises, trying to appeal to his mistress but it never works with me.

Bound and now gagged I start playing with him, teasing his body with my tools and playing with his cock with my hand, bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm and stopping right before he is going to blow, this drives him crazy, and the more he reacts the more it happens. Again and again, I stop him from cumming, just a split second before, and if I see even a dribble of pre-cum I make him clean it all up from my hand with his tongue.

He never does get to cum, he just gets built up and brought back down again, and when the timer is up he thanks me and bids me farewell for another week and yet he keeps coming back. Even though he leaves sexually frustrated, bruised, and angry, he is harder than has ever been and he can’t wait to come back again. I love men.

I'm Tamsin (also known as Tammy), I'm the writer of all of these erotic stories. I write what turns me on and it used to be just for my personal use, but I decided to release it publically. I hope you enjoy and if you do remember to leave a comment and if you want more become a private member. If you want to know more about me, this is my personal page.

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