Hmm? You want to know what?
The ‘most domme thing I’ve ever done’?
Oh, I dunno. The
usual stuff, you know? Whipping,
ball-busting… humiliation scenes. I
mean, the first time you piss on a guy, for instance, you think, like ‘this is
radical’ but then a bit later you just find yourself putting the kettle
on an hour before a piss session without even really thinking about it. It’s just an extra cup of tea.
Or the first time you stub a cigarette out on someone – like
I’m going to with this one. He wasn’t expecting that, actually – just watch him shit himself now! But it’s just the job, really.
Oh – there was this one time! I got some guy’s name wrong when setting up a
session – it was one of those that can be spelt different ways, like ‘John’
with and without an ‘h’ right? And he
wrote this creepy email in sub-speak, you know the sort of thing: “Most
imperious and perfect Mistress, although it is not the place of a mere slave to disagree with You, this worthless worm would humbly note’ – and all that.
Irregular capitalisation, even – I hate that. So I just snapped off this dommy reply:
“I am never wrong, so change your name by deed poll, slave! I will not see you in session until I see proof you have
Anyway… he did!
I’d forgotten all about it, but then a few weeks later he got in touch again and he’d uploaded these documents to prove it – you get an amendment to your birth certificate, apparently. Showed some commitment, anyway – makes a change from slaves who want to
spend hours cleaning your flat then get bored after five minutes and start whining
to be spanked. Changed his actual name,
just like that. He must have had to sort
out bank accounts, passports, god knows what.
Funny thing, though: I never did session with him. As it happens I was going through some
changes in my life just then, wanted to cut down the number of slaves I was
seeing, so I just started saying no to new ones. He was quite persistent, now I come to think
of it. Had to block the annoying little
bastard’s email address, in the end.
Hmm? Oh I don’t
remember. John or Stephen or something
like that. You know – a name that can be
spelt different ways? That’s the point
of the story, anyway – it doesn’t actually matter who he was, does it?
Right. Time to put this cigarette
out. If you want to see
something ‘domme’ watch this. New experience for maggot here, though I’ve done it thousands of times. He’s been lying there all this time, shitting himself wondering how much it’ll hurt. Hurts like hell, actually – pretty hard-core stuff, but it’s about time he had his limits stretched. Fucking wimp.
Don’t you dare drop my fag packet, maggot! Or break it by biting too hard.
Here we go.
The part of the domme in this little tale was played by Lady Sophia Black, undoubtedly one of the dommiest dommes it has ever been my extraordinarily good fortune to encounter. She is beautiful, haughty, creative and – tragically – retired.