PRO FEMME DOMME 3
From Jared J:
Ms Sutton, I love your site. I am a forty year old submissive man. I have yet to find that dominant woman whom I could enter into a meaningful, long-term relationship but I am still looking. I have been fortunate enough to have had many relationships with Pro Dommes. I have been visiting Pro Dommes since I was eighteen years old. I was sold on the experience when I was eighteen by a woman who lived in our neighborhood. She was a Pro Domme. My experiences with her are still my fondest and most exciting.
Her name was Samantha and she was known as the Leather Lady. She wore black leather all the time. Sometimes she wore it from head to toe. I vividly remember one outfit she wore in public that consisted of all black leather. She wore a wide rim leather hat, a tight leather jacket, leather pants, and high heel leather boots that she pulled over top her leather pants. Man, was she hot. She had a real fetish for leather and I use to get turned on when I saw her coming and going from her house up the street from us.
My parents told me to stay away from her as most of the adults in the neighborhood thought she was weird. But the few times I talked with her as a kid, I found her to be very nice. She even gave us ice crčme one time.
She had lots of visitors as cars would come and park in her driveway most nights. These cars would come one at a time and it was always men getting out of the cars alone, going into her house for a couple of hours, then they would leave. Usually another man would come about a half hour after the previous man left. The rumor was that she was a prostitute who entertained many gentlemen (but always one at a time). I later found out the truth that she was not a prostitute but rather a Professional Dominatrix. I didn't know what that was so my friends filled me in. All they knew was that men paid her to beat them. That is what their knowledge was of a professional Dominatrix.
I was fascinated by the Leather Lady. She had live in boyfriends at times but most of the time she lived alone. But she always had men doing things for her. Men would wash and wax her car. Men would cut her lawn. Men would fix up her old house. I later found out that these men were some of her clients and they served her by doing these chores for her.
As a seventeen year old, I became more interested in her. I could not get out of my head what my friends had said. Each time I saw a car pull up to her house and a man go inside, I wondered if she was really whipping him. I wondered what it was about her that made these men want to be beaten. Did she wear leather while she beat them? I found myself desiring to be one of these men. I wanted to have a look inside her house. When I was thirteen, me and a friend tried to sneak a peak inside her windows one night when she wasn't home. Her upstairs looked like any other house on the street. Her basement windows were spray painted black so no one could look in them. My friend wanted to bust them and sneak in, but we knew she had a Doberman who lived in the basement so we were too scared.
When I turned eighteen, I finally got up enough nerve to approach the Leather Lady. She knew my name and who I was. I was driving my first car (a used Dodge Omni) past her house one day when I saw her carrying a large plant around the side of her house. I pulled over, got out of my car and offered to carry the heavy looking potted plant for her. She smiled and allowed me to assist her. I went into her back door and placed the plant in the desired spot in her dining room. Her house looked very normal. She thanked me and offered me a drink of soda. I accepted.
As I was drinking it in her kitchen, I asked her if she needed any help around her house. I told her that I was available to mow her lawn or to do chores for her and that I would not charge her. She seemed surprised and told me that she already had a man who did her yard work but she thanked me for my kind offer.
From that day on, whenever I drove by her house and saw her out in her yard or getting in or out of her car, I would stop to say Hi. We developed a small friendship from our short talks. I always offered to do things for her and occasionally she would allow me to do something for her like carry a heavy box into her house or put an air conditioner in her window. One time my sister saw me coming out of her house and she told my parents. They about freaked because they had heard the neighborhood rumors about the Leather Lady. I set them all at ease by telling them that I was just being neighborly and that all those rumors were false. I had seen her house and she was a normal and very nice lady who was just misunderstood. My father still warned me about her but my mother was proud of her son the gentleman.
Now that I didn't have to sneak, I stopped in on her more often when there were no cars in her driveway. One time I went to her door to give her a potted plant that I bought for her. I rang the doorbell and I heard her footsteps. My back must have been turned when she looked out the window and she did not recognize me holding this plant. She yelled through the door in a very stern voice for me to go around to the basement door in the back. It almost didn't sound like her for I was use to her soft and kind voice.
I walked around to the basement door and the Leather Lady opened the door and called for me to step in and to close the door behind me. As I did, we both were met with a shock. She was standing before me in a leather Dominatrix outfit. I recall her wearing a corset, leather boots, long leather gloves and she had on sexy fishnet stockings that covered her thighs and her ass. For a woman in her early forties, she was gorgeous. She was the sexiest woman I had ever seen in my young life. She had a riding crop in her one hand. When she saw that it was me, she got embarrassed and she turned and ran for a robe she had over a chair. That was when I got a great look at her stocking covered ass. I was shocked but I took a step into her basement and saw all the bondage equipment she had in her basement. By today's standards, it was very mild. But it was enough to shock the pants off of me. I was scared.
Once she had her robe on, she apologized to me as she thought I was another man who had made an appointment with her. She told me that she was going to a costume party with a friend and she thought I was her friend. I apologized for the intrusion and I gave her the plant and I left. As I was leaving, her client pulled up in his car. I made for my car and quickly drove down the street to my house. I never told a soul about what I saw that day. I wanted to tell my best friend but I didn't trust him enough not to blab it all over the neighborhood. I didn't want to get this woman in trouble.
I was now more infatuated with the Leather Lady then ever before. I wondered about the chains that were hanging from her ceiling and what was that equipment I saw? I remember seeing some stockades and a thing that looked similar to the horse we used in gym class in school. My heart was racing and I spent the next couple of nights thinking of the Leather Lady and how sexy she looked in her leather outfit. I knew I did not have the courage to openly discuss this with her face to face, so I finally got the courage to write her a letter.
In my letter, I told her how I valued our friendship and I apologized again for dropping in on her unannounced like that. I also told her how I knew what a Dominatrix was and that her secret would remain with me. I then told her how I felt I needed the service of a Dominatrix and how I could not get over how beautiful she looked in her leather outfit. I told her that I did not have much money but I would gladly pay her any amount to be one of clients. If I did not have enough money, I would gladly do chores for her to make up the difference. I mailed the letter to her and waited a few days before stopping by her house.
I was so nervous as I knock on her door on a day when I saw her car alone in her driveway. She opened the door and invited me in. She asked me how old I was and she made me show her my driver's license. When she saw I was eighteen (the legal age to drink in my state when I was eighteen) she agreed to have a domination session with me. She told me she would only charge me $50 but I also had to agree to cut her lawn for one entire month. I agreed and was so excited. I asked her when we could do the session and she floored me when she told me she had the time right then and there. Luckily, I had sixty dollars in my wallet, so I gave her fifty. She would not accept it directly from me and she told me to place the money in the cookie jar above her refrigerator. I did and she told me to relax in her kitchen and wait until she called for me.
The Leather Lady changed into the exact outfit I had seen her in the week before. She knew I liked that outfit since I mentioned it in my letter. She called me into her basement and she escorted me down her basement steps. We sat in these chairs and as I eyed her up, getting erect from looking at her in her leather outfit, she asked me a bunch of questions. She asked me about any S&M interests and what it was I was looking for in a session. Did I want to be whipped, did I want to worship her boots, what was it I wanted? I knew very little about S&M or Female Domination at the age of eighteen, so all I could tell her was what I thought all men wanted from her. I told her I wanted to be beaten and I told her that I liked the idea of worshipping her boots (although I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by worship).
She ordered me to get totally naked and she took my hand and escorted me over to the chains that were hanging from her basement ceiling. She went and put on some sexy music and she fastened me with the chains. I was nervous and I could not get an erection. She ordered me to be erect as she expected all her slaves to be erect in her presence. Her voice changed from the soft voice I was use to, to a stern and bitchy voice. I tried but I could not get a total erection. I was too nervous. The Leather Lady began to spank my ass with her gloved hand. I was surprised how much her hand stung my ass. She then fondled my body and whispered softly in my ear about what a nice body I had. I began to get an erection. She played with my nipples and she caressed my back and my ass. She even fondled my balls and my penis. I soon had a full erection.
She complimented me on obeying her and she went and got her riding crop. She began to caress me with the riding crop. Then she took the crop and she began to whip my ass with it. She took it light on me but it still stung. She used other whips on me that day as well, experimenting with different whips to measure my response. I know she was disappointed by my low pain threshold. She released me from the chains and she had me crawl around her carpeted basement floor. She rode on my back part way, until we came to her throne. She then sat in this chair that looked liked a throne. It was on a raised platform.
She ordered me to lick her boots (thankfully she used the word lick and not worship, so I knew what to do). I began at her spiked heels and I licked her leather clad legs and I sucked on her heels, without any further direction from her. During this boot session, we uncovered what my true submissive fetish was. I had a leather and a boot fetish. I really lost myself in her boots and I became very aroused. She told me afterward that few men had worshipped her boots with such love and adoration. She enjoyed the way I tended to her boots.
I became a regular client of hers, although I could only afford one session a month. I paid her $100 for each additional session and we explored my leather fetish. I worshipped her as she wore different leather outfits for me. I would lick her leather clad body from head to toe, paying extra homage to her boots. She even allowed me to kiss her stocking covered or leather clad ass. She would always whip me each session, trying to expand my pain threshold but I never did quite satisfy her in that area.
Since I was now one of her slaves, she forbad me to visit her without an appointment, neighbor or not. I had monthly sessions with her for about a year. Finally, it ended when I joined the Air Force. I came home on leave one time to find that she had moved. I heard she moved to California. She left me no forwarding address. I looked in magazines and I found some old ads of hers in older FemDom magazines but I never found any current ads of hers from California. I assume she met that special submissive and she retired from being a Pro Domme. She would be in her sixties today.
I have visited a number of Pro Dommes. I pretty much have always had a monthly relationship with a Dominatrix. I am still deeply into worshipping a woman wearing leather and especially boot worship. My other D&S interests have grown over these twenty-two years and I can now endure a pretty severe whipping. I also like strap-on play and C&B torture. But my first love will always be leather and I will never forget the Leather Lady who introduced me to the beauty that is the Dominatrix.
From Patricia:
Elise, I ordered some of your procedures and have been performing them on my husband. In one of the earlier procedures, it called for strap-on play. When I tried this activity on my husband, he refused. I confronted my husband with the fact that I would be taking his ass and it would be to my liking. I told him that I would give him a choice, either by my hand now or within a week in San Francisco by a Mistress of my choice. He surprised me in choosing the Mistress but I guess he was putting it off. Not for long as our trip to SF was in 3 days.
I was able to make arrangements with a Mistress who was very supportive of my plan. After two days in SF we went on a shopping trip to Good Vibration. The clerk there was very helpful. With the help of the clerk I purchased a dildo and a butt plug. I explained my wishes for his ass and the female sales clerk loved it. All was purchased and put in the trunk of my car. It was 2:30 and his appointment was at 3:00pm. He was happy and excited about our outing. I then pulled in front of a house and said it's time for your appointment. He was in shock as I told him to get out and proceed to his appointment.
We went in, the Mistress met me and told him to sit in the lobby, as she needed to review some specifications. As this was set up 4 days prior she explained what she had in mind for his exam. I handed over the toys and a soiled pair of my panties as she requested. I then left and did some more shopping. I returned an hour later to claim my rights. He was tied on an examining table, ass pushed up, balls tied and weights attached, his cock was Saran Wrapped to his tummy. His face was covered with my used panties and his ass had the plug hanging out of it.
I dressed into my outfit and the Mistress helped me to don a brand spanking new strap on and the dildo. The Mistress talked about how important that it was for me to repeatedly use my new whore. She told me that she had taken my husband from a dime to a quarter with the butt plug but she wanted me to expand him to a full silver dollar. I told her I was proud to fully except what was she had in mind and I appreciated her expertise in this matter. The Mistress then removed the plug and taught me how to sodomize my husband with the strap-on dildo. I fucked him for the next 30 minutes.
There were many tears and soft moans behind his panty covered face. As I pulled out the Mistress re-inspected him and applauded me for my physical bending of my husband. She then replaced the plug and helped me up to take my place over my husband face so I could receive a well deserved licking, followed by an ass rimming. The Mistress watched with delight as my broken husband serviced me. She expressed that she wished more women would sodomize their men and she asked me if there was any other area that she could help modify. Before we left, I told her that I would be bringing him back in the future for another exam to inspect his progress and expansion. We exchanged many laughs and smiles during his session. Before we left, my husband thanked our Mistress and I made him kiss her ass. In parting she applied Ben-Gay to his ball and gave him 60 seconds to show us how grateful he was for our kindness. San Francisco is a great town.
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