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My Trip Into Professional Domination Part I  

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8/9/2017 10:27 am
My Trip Into Professional Domination Part I

I have been meaning to write about this experience for a while now. It’s hard to believe that it has been almost a year…

Although I have been lucky enough to play with a number of dominant ladies, they really are few and far between. It takes many hours of searching and then developing the trust and understanding to really reveal your darkest secrets and desires. Somewhere along the way I heard the saying “sometime things are better left to a professional”. This is what led me to start looking for a Pro Domme.

I had a weeklong business trip to Dallas early last summer. It was pretty hot outside and I really didn’t feel like being in the heat, so I stayed in my room surfing porn. Eventually I found myself looking at several local Dallas Dommes and was lucky enough to stumble across Maitresse Michelle’s site (the name has been changed to protect her privacy). Immediately I could tell that she was different than most I had looked at. Her approach via her site was very professional; expectations were completely spelled out along with her philosophy related to BDSM. As part of her verification process I was required to complete a Limits List, which detailed some of my previous experiences (not much here) and desires (lots here). Once that was submitted we conduct a phone meet and greet. MM was extremely pleasant and again very professional on the phone. This piece alone had me excited and I am pretty sure for the 15 minutes or so that we spoke I was slowly stroking myself! We talked about the things I desired and how she approached different fetishes. As is clear by much of my content on Fetlife, dressing in lingerie and panties was going to be a big part of my session. We set a date and time for the following day and I was all set.

Part of the excitement to MM about my particular fetish was knowing that I was going to wear my “outfit” under my clothes in a public place before I came to see her. I explained that I would take it one step further and as I didn’t have an outfit with me, I would go shopping for one in Dallas. Now there are two options for men to buy lingerie, which is the more mainstream method of going to a Victoria’s Secret and act as though you are buying for a girlfriend. I don’t find this method particularly exciting and prefer to shop in a more adult oriented store. I found that there were several around the Dallas area and I picked what looked to be the biggest one from the websites. Since my appointment with MM was at 2pm, I needed to get a fairly early start on my shopping. I arrived at about 10:15am, a few minutes after the store opened and was clearly the first customer of the day. A nice woman greeted me in her mid 30’s, who asked if I needed any help finding something. Initially I told her that was just looking around, which I was. After several minutes of looking at toys and things, I moved to the lingerie section. There was quite a bit to choose from, different styles, materials, etc. I was browsing through the racks when the clerk came over and asked what size my “lady” was. Now I have been down this road before and usually I answer the question as it is asked and then choose a size that I know will fit me. This time I think the excitement of what lay ahead for me took over and I said, “It’s for me. I am seeing a Dominatrix this afternoon and she requires that I be dressed in lingerie”. Now, I can’t say that she looked surprised or startled. My guess is that working in this kind of shop you hear it all, but there was almost an excited smile on her face. Perhaps it was just my impression, but that is what I felt. She looked me over a bit and asked I could wear a women’s size large. I told her that I think XL was probably closer. She directed me to the “plus” size rack and started pulling a few things out. She was very professional about it, but wow was it turning me on having her make suggestions. Ultimately we settled on a red satin and lace teddy with built in garters, a matching pair of red panties and some simple black thigh high stockings. She asked me if I wanted to try on the teddy (also informing that I couldn’t try on the panties or stockings, but she was sure they would fit). I went with it, as I didn’t want to go see MM in something that was too small. The clerk pointed me to the dressing room and away I went. I was already pretty hard from all of this already and taking off all my clothes and trying on the teddy almost sent me over the edge. I stepped into it and realized that I was leaking precum. I didn’t want to get it on my new outfit, so I did what any good boy would do and used my finger to wipe it and then cleaned my finger with my mouth… just an extra bonus! The teddy fit fine and I loved the way it held my cock against my stomach. I quickly got dressed and stepped out of the dressing room holding my new outfit. Apparently in the short time I was in the dressing room, another customer had come in and I stepped right out almost face to face with her. She looked at what I was carrying, kind of smirked and stepped back. I have always found that looking women right in the eye when they least expect it is a great turn on and I naturally did this. She quickly looked away and off to the cash register I went. I wonder if her and the woman working had a little talk about me after I left! I paid for my things, watched the woman wrap them in tissue paper, thank her and walked out. All of this openness was just a bonus to my day.

I stopped by a Walgreens on the way back to my hotel and grabbed two disposable enemas (MM’s requirement and a good one at that). As soon as got back to the room, I stripped to get ready. I went into the bathroom took care of the enemas as I was instructed and jumped in the shower. I clean every inch of my body, shaved all my man parts nice and smooth and made sure to run the razor around my asshole. I keep everything nice and tidy anyway, but I wanted everything as smooth as possible for what lay ahead.

I stepped back into the room and began getting dressed for encounter. First I pulled on the panties and looked down at how the soft material was encasing my cock. I’ve always loved that look and these panties were no exception, which just made me even harder. Next came the stockings, being careful to not run them and then the teddy. I was already on the edge from all of the soft material touching my skin….mmm love that feeling! There is also something incredibly erotic to me attaching the garters to the stockings. Something about the tightness of everything coming together gets me every time. Knowing this time I was going to be fully exposed in this outfit (something I had only experienced once or twice in my life) filled me with apprehension, and adrenalin… frighten and excited at the same time. It is this rush that I think leads every kinkster down their path of erotic adventure. As I pulled my street clothes on over my lingerie I felt like the little slut I wanted to be for her. Nothing was going provide me cover once I was in her presence.
As I walked through the lobby and down the street to where I had parked my rental car, I felt every nerve that was in touch with the satin and lace under my clothes was firing at once. The panties had creeped up my ass (a feeling I adore) and it seemed that every set of eyes on me could see right through my jeans and polo shirt. In my mind I was walking only in my lingerie and I loved it!

It was a short drive from my hotel and I pulled up to MM “dungeon”, which looked to be an old farmhouse in the middle of a pretty normal neighborhood. Her car was parked out front and I pulled in right next to it. My heart was pounding at this point and my body was filled with adrenalin. I am sure I was taking short breaths with excitement as I stepped out of the car. I stepped to the door and remember there was no doorbell. I knocked… at first somewhat lightly and then a bit harder. I waited for what seemed like 5 minutes (I am sure it was only 1) and knocked again. No answer. This caused a bit of confusion in my head and I felt exposed on her porch, so I got back in the car. I texted her that I was there and in a couple of minutes she texted back that she hadn’t heard the door. Before I could respond I saw the door open slightly and as I stepped out of the car saw that she was wearing A black under the breast corset with garter straps attached to thigh high stockings, a lace black bra and perfectly polished black stilettos. Two things got me immediately… first that she opened the front door like this and wasn’t overly attempting hide herself and the second was how beautiful she was. It was a Midwestern beautiful that had met high class Dallas. Her hair was perfect, makeup stunning, perfect red lips… just all of it.

She invited me into a small alcove with a black curtain separating the entry space from the rest of the building. I could see a bit into the larger room and saw soft red lighting on a lot of black. I could also hear some almost tribal music playing in the background, softly with clearly erotic beats. Trance like is a good way to describe it. She told me to take off my clothes sit on a small bench off to the side and disappeared through the curtain. Looking forward I could see there was a bathroom with a shower in front of me and this area was much lighter than what I glimpsed on the other side of the curtain. MM didn’t really say much other than I could leave my panties on if I was wearing them, to which I responded (reminded) that I was wearing a complete outfit. The word outfit came strangely out and I wasn’t sure she heard me. I stripped down and folded my clothes neatly (something I had seen on another Domme site) and I sat there awkwardly waiting for her to come back. Again it seemed like forever, but I am sure it was only a few minutes again. MM stepped back through the curtain and basically looked at me giving me the once over. She said something to the effect of… “you are wearing almost the same outfit as me I am not sure how I feel about that.” Although mine was red, it was similar for sure. She told me to stand up and led me just a few feet to the bathroom. She told me to get down on all fours on a bathmat and I felt her pull my panties aside. She told me to spread my ass and I think what she said was “ohhh nice and clean” referring to my freshly shaved cock, balls and asshole. She then asked me how long ago I had used the enema to which I responded “ a few hours ago”. Maitresse then told me that if you do it too close to play time, you might not have all of the fluid out. Now remember, this is the first time I had been to a Pro Domme, I am dressed in full lingerie, on my knees being inspected. All very hot thinking back, but a bit intimidating at the time. She jiggled my hips a few times, smacked me on the ass and I guess was satisfied that all was well back there.

She led me through the curtain into her space. Everywhere I looked were the tools of her trade precisely placed. A St Andrew’s Cross, a restraint bed, a kneeling bench with restraints, whips, floggers, all bathed in soft light. It was amazing. As she led me across the room I saw that we were headed for what appeared to her throne. A high backed wood chair with arm rails. As with all the<b> furniture </font></b>in the room it was dark with touches of leather. As she sat down she told me to kneel. I knew better than to look up until I was told and kept my eyes on her feet. She told me to look up and her dark eyes sucked me in. Her facial expression was calm and she was clearly comfortable in her role. She held several collars in her hands and asked me if there was one I liked. I immediately saw a pink one thinking it was the most “submissive” one of the bunch I said “The pink one Ma’am”. As she stared down at me and began to put the wide leather around my neck, she said “this is the last time that you will look me in the eyes until I remove this collar. You will address me as Mistress or Ma’am and you only say 3 things. Yes Mistress, No Mistress and Thank You Mistress. Do you understand?” Lowering my eyes from hers, I said “Yes Mistress”. As she leaned forward to close the collar around my neck her lips were millimeters away from my face. As I took in every bit of her smell and looked at her red lips I knew I had made the right choice. She teased me there tempting me to look up at her eyes, but I held fast and stared into her lips. I don’t know how long this little piece of torment went on, but I do remember her saying “Mmmm that was fun” when it was over. She pulled me a bit closer, so that her stocking clad legs were pressing against my chest and lifted each wrist as she placed leather restraints on both and then told me to stand as she did the same with my ankles. Although I was a bit apprehensive about being fully restrained by someone I didn’t know, she explained in our phone call that is a must for her and makes her feel safe with someone she doesn’t know. So be it… she had me at hello.

More to follow…



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