Oct 23

Dominatrix forgoes the riding crop to spank the misery out of the office girl.

Author: Karen  |  Category: Fetish Girl Diary

Hey there,

This is just a brief little post to tell you something fun that happened at work today. I was chatting with this girl in our marketing department about her online dating adventures. She is the type of girl who seems to set herself up for a bad date every time. She always invests too much in the potential outcome and is always let down by some guy.

Anyway, things digressed and she was asking about my dating life and was curious why I seemed to date a lot and never end up with a boyfriend. “Don’t you want one?” And she was surprised to learn that I am just fine keeping it casual and I kind of hinted that sometimes I feel more comfortable hanging out with girls.

Then she shocked me by saying, “I’d want to date you too!” Whoa, it was like she was so tired of the guy scene that she would try anything…. even a girl. She seemed so mixed up. So I jokingly told her that she probably just needed a good spanking to shape her up. And to my utter surprise, she totally melted and called my bluff with her big eyes and slightly chubby cheeks. “Maybe you’re right, I probably do need a spanking” she flirted. And she so knew I would give it to her! Shit, I must be too transparent. I always thought I was so good and passing for a plain Jane. Or maybe she just had good kinkdar.

I decided to make a deal with her. It was 3pm, so I told her… “I’m going to handcuff your hands behind your back and throw a coat over your shoulders. If anyone comes in, tell them you have a chill. If they ask you to sign a paper or leave the office, tell them anything, but don’t move from your chair and don’t let them know you are handcuffed. I’ll come back at exactly 6:01pm and if you are still in your chair, you will get the spanking you deserve.” And now she looked shocked!! But her tone said she was up for it. “ Are you gonna punk me? Why would you have handcuffs?” she asked. And I just said “Do you want the spanking or not?” Mmm. she was all over it, practically ready to pounce on me. So I cuffed her and draped her coat over her shoulders. You could tell she was turned on.

“Ciao” I said. As I was leaving the office. She was kind of freaked that this was really going down and probably wondered if she really would be punked.

I went about the rest of my day. At 6:20 (just to give her a little cause for alarm) I showed up and closed the door behind me.. There she was, still cuffed and looking curious. So I had her stand up and lean over the desk. Then I lifted her skirt and spanked her panties. She was digging it big time. She had to be really quiet because there were still a few stragglers in the area. She was melting. I spanked her about 30 times before she started to whimper softly and tears started rolling down her face. But I kept at it. Then she was in an all out bawl, and having difficulty refraining from making noise. Then I stuck the key in her hand and told her to never say a word about this. Then I coldly told her to masturbate after I was gone. And I took off.

It was an odd little episode. I’m pretty sure it will end up being a crazy, one-time thing that will never be discussed again. That’s the way I would like it. But it did feel really satisfying to make her cry. She needed it.

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Oct 15

Dominatrix whips the economy with free fetish and BDSM!

Author: Karen  |  Category: Fetish Girl Diary

Hi Readers,

Sex is fun, right? So why do so many people keep writing me to ask what my domination and session fees are? That takes the fun out of it for me.

So here’s the answer once and for all: Zippo! Okay, I don’t charge for bondage and kink sessions.  So can we drop the subject now?  No? Okay, then let me elaborate.

Zillions of people charge for type of services I give. That’s cool. I support them and think it is a perfectly honest and effective way to make a living…  so long as there are no substance abuse problems associated with the profession. A sweet friend of mine, Laurie, is a heavy mistress at a well-known dungeon and she brings home a very fat wad of cash each night she works. And guess what, she only works one night a week: Friday. She probably brings home a low six figures every year and only has to report about a third of it. And what does she do the rest of the time? Play with her kids or pamper herself while they are in school. She has the smartest wardrobe imaginable and looks like a freakin’ fashion plate. Her specialty is medieval torture toys.  She can work a rack like nobody’s business. And she’s really sweet. We’re close. I’ve even played as her sub a few times.  By the way, a rack KILLS! Ouch. I was crying before after about 3 minutes.

But Laurie’s life is not for me. She is not naturally kinky and came to the scene after age 30. Me on the other hand, I have been kinky since the womb. I remember all kinds of bondage in grade school. You know, tie billy up to the jungle gym with Cathy’s belt.  But Laurie isn’t that way as much, so for her, it really is a job.  She’s a pro. But when she is off the clock, she is off the clock. For me, there is no clock. I like to shove something in someone’s ass, chain their legs together and piss on their face. Then when I go home, I like to put on leather opera gloves and handcuffs and jerk myself off. I’m just a kinky girl and that’s it.

So for me, charging for sex  would make me feel shitty about myself.  I don’t  judge Laurie or people like her, but it is just not for me. The sex seems a lot more kinky and edgy when it is without pay. It feels really satisfying to have a killer session or bring a slave to supreme ecstasy and then have coffee with them. You could never have coffee with a paying client. I love fetish and darkness. But I like it as a secret. If you look at me on the street, you would think I was a church-going priss.  Well, unless I was at the “Love Fest”.  But my point is that I look totally normal. I think it’s hot that nobody knows that while you are talking to me over a family pot-luck, I may have a slave chained to my toilette with a ball-gag in his/her mouth. And that thought, the secret part, makes me moist. I just don’t think it would be the same if I were paid.

So I say live and let live. Dominas can charge, and I can get myself off. To each their own. One thing though… please don’t write to ask for a session. I have to initiate it or have a history with the slave, otherwise I might as well charge.

Now it’s off to the pool to get healthy good stuff for my body. In this case, it’s 20 laps. Have fun out there and love your sexuality!!  Oh, and it’s Fall, so there are tons of insanely sexy tall boots out there this season. Maybe one of those boot girls has a secret life of domination just like me!

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