How I Got Started with Female Domination

I didn't know that female dominance was something I wanted to explore when I started to dip my feet in the world of BDSM. On the first website that I joined, I was listed as a submissive.

It was a story about a woman who had been submissive about her relationship with her male Dom. This made me curious about BDSM.

This story was told to me at the age of 31. I was 31 years old when this woman painted me a picture with her beautiful words about how her Dom hit and pissed her. She then took her to the shower, held her while the water washed her naked body.

For a few months the story stuck with me, fermenting in my brain until it was too much to ignore. It wasn't really about what he did to her.

I didn't long to be pissed off anytime soon.

It was her description of the difference between the good and the bad that struck me most. It is amazing how someone can simultaneously disrespect and respect her.

He beat her, then held her while she sobbed.

He clearly loved her deeply. He did these things for her. It was an incredible trust and bond that I didn't know I had ever shared with anyone.

I eventually found myself looking for dominant men.

It was a jungle out here. It was difficult to navigate the jungle while avoiding the thorns of the abusive men hiding behind BDSM.

A power exchange was not something men were interested in. They just wanted to profit from women who had recently become interested in BDSM, before they realised better.

I was a female dominationist

I believe I avoided most of the traps. I used every resource that I could.

I felt like a sponge, soaking up all the information.

I can still recall the first man I met who wanted me as his Dominant. He kept insisting that I was a switch and that I would excel at female dominance, despite my protests.

Once, he offered $100 to me to come to my house and sit in my corner wearing my panties. All I had to do was watch him. I was even able to dress.

I'm not sure why I didn’t accept his offer. He lost touch with me a few years back.

Sometimes, I wonder if my father would be happy to see me now.

After all, he was correct. Despite my claims that I was not dominant, there was a Domme hidden within me, waiting to play.

She's now free to play and will never go back in. I was able to survive a few years of bottom play and submissiveness. Those were my first experiences that I will never forget.

He was the first to tie me up and put my sex in my genitals. When he was done, he told me to call him daddy.

One man took me to a nature reserve and gagged me. He then told me that he would bury me in sand. Then I beat my shin so hard it was bruised for a week.

I could see a group of people lighting a bonfire at the beach in the distance. It was the most thrilling thing to have ever seen him. I never thought he would actually bury me.

Slave for drinks and lubricants

My development has been aided by the fact that I have had to spend time with many dominant men. Every single person I've had the pleasure of being in a scene with taught me something.

A few years later, I was triple-teamed by a friend along with two other men. I joked that there should be a slave to help us drink and lube.

My friend laughed and said that one of the guys was secretly sub-by.

I laughed, and not so secretly. So began my journey to female domination.

Our first scene was when I drew him onto the bed with his arms extended and legs wide, and a blindfold covering his eyes. He stayed with me for more than an hour, moaning every time I stroked his cock and whining when I stopped.

He begged me to keep going. I agreed to let him cum. Instead, I cummed next to him.

He could not see me. He could only hear me and feel my legs shake by his side.

A powerful goddess

Next, the submissive guy that I met confessed to being humiliated. He called me and asked if we could have a small humiliation scene the next time we met. I hesitated.

I wasn't sure how to explain to him that his cock is small and soft. I had never seen his cock so big.

Even though we had a sexy street fling, he was already a hard man as he took everything out of his pants.

I was standing in his room and telling him how useless and worthless he was.

My strides were longer when I left his house than ever before.

Another submissive man was sitting on my couch with a blindfold in the latest scene. He was also gagged, and I had tied his arms with bondage tape to prevent him from moving.

As I ran a pinwheel along his body, leaving little dots behind, his cock twitched incessantly.

I tickled his cock using a feather, and then smacked his inner leg with a crop. I then put an ice cube into my mouth, and then I took his cock into my mouth.

There is still so much to learn. There are many more things I would like to do. They are all tempting me.