S&M Story 
by Dawnrider UK


My name is Mistress Eva. I am a lifestyle dominatrix. That means I make men 
suffer for my own pleasure. Let me tell you how it first started, this 
obsession of mine.

My partner Rob, was into this kinky stuff. Always reading about dominas and 
bondage. One day he said to me, "I'd love to visit a professional domme. 
Won't you come with me?" At first I was a bit shocked. I never considered 
Rob to be a bit you know, pervy, but what the hell. I'd do anything for a 
new experience.

Anyway we went to see this Mistress Lizzie. A great big powerful looking 
woman in very kinky leather gear. To be honest, I got a bit hot when I saw 
her leather boots, corset and riding crop. Without hesitation, she set about 
giving poor Rob a good whipping. At first, he thought it was all a bit of a 
laugh but soon he was begging for mercy. "Oh stop please mistress - Eva - 
please make her stop it hurts so much." By this time, I was getting quite 
into it. The mistress of course didn't give a shit about what Rob wanted, 
and took no notice of me. Not that I was asking for mercy. I was quite 
enjoying seeing my partner given a good whipping. In fact I yearned to do 
some of it myself. The mistress must have had second sight. "Do you want a 
go - with the whip? Or maybe you fancy a nice thin cane or a leather tawse 
for his arse?" She handed me the cane which was lovely to feel. So thin and 
swishy. So elegant and yet cruel. Hey that's what they call me - elegant and 
cruel. Just then the mistress left the room.

Rob got up from his lowly position as soon as the coast was clear. Or so he 
thought. "Where are you going worm?" My  voice was  harsh and determined.  
"Well now mistress Lizzie has gone, we can go home." I didn't answer but 
stood over him. "You aren't going anywhere until I have finished with you 
shithead." Suddenly I took out a pair of solid steel handcuffs I had seen 
lying around.. "Get up!" My  command was cold and pityless. He did what as 
he was told. "But but the game's over Jane." I gave him a sneering look. 
"Shut up or you will feel this across your arse." Without hesitation I took 
him by the arm, like a cop arresting a murderer and lead him to the big "X" 
cross. Being my first time, I fumbled slightly as I tried to lock his arms 
and legs on to the cross. "How does this fucking thing work?" My  language 
really shocked Rob. This was a new, rougher tougher me. In a moment, Rob was 
well and truly locked in place. His arms were stretched above his head and 
his feet were sreadeagled. He wanted to complain but one look at me  made 
him think  twice.

I expored the rest of the mistresses room: two more leather whips, nipple  
clamps, dildos and some clothing. "Open your mouth as wide as it will go" He 
did as he was told and immediately felt the choking fullness of a ball gag. 
"That will keep you quiet as I deal with you."
Then I felt brave enough to try out some of the outfits Mistress Lizzie had 
left out. I took the gear over to a large full-length mirror - it was 
fantastic to see the transformation take place: from naked housewife to 
leather dominatrix. First  I tried on the fishnet stockings. Rob noticed how 
I enjoyed pulling them up my slender but powerful legs, and how my  fingers 
tested the strong elastic of the dark stocking tops. Next  I tried on a 
black basque which was designed to show maximum cleavage. The basque had 
small holes which allowed my  taut little nipples to peek through. Next 
came the boots - ankle length with what looked like steel 6 inch heels. I 
felt a tremendous sense of power. I can remember posing  in front of the 
mirror holding my legs apart and stroking the pink nipple buds so that they 
stood out erect from the basque. I remember turning  around to admire my  
still naked bottom. Next came a tight little thong
Which barely hid the mass of  my pubic hair. Next a leather choker and the 
wardrobe was complete. "Now I am ready for you my darling". I made my  voice 
unexpectedly soft and gentle. But any thoughts Rob had of escape were 
shortlived. I  took a short-handled whip, caressed the leather strands and 
without warning gave him a sharp crack over his chest. His nipples seemed on 
fire. His ball gag prevented a scream but every muscle in his body tensed up 
in anticipation of the next blow. It came on his thighs. And then another 
across his face. And then two more lower down. His eyes begged for mercy  
but his wife was not his tender loving wife anymore. She was a pityless 
domina whose only aim was to deal out punishment. Suddenly I put the whip 
down and smiled. Was it all over? He begged again with his moistened eyes. 
Without warning he felt a sharp and reverberating pain in his left nipple. I 
fixed the tiny nipple clamp on and it bit like the hell. "Does that hurt 
lover" the gentleness in my  voice belied my tough and unyielding 
expression. "Never mind, he's one for the other side, to take your mind of 
that one." I  clamped his other nipple and he entered a world of pain he had 
not known before. Then with my lover all locked in and suffering the pain of 
those clamps I decided to wank myself off. At first I rubbed my cunt slowly 
but I was on fire. All that power, my juices were running down - my whole 
pussy ached with desire. Within a minute I was coming - like I am now just 
telling you this - oh I wish you could be my slave - I would tie you up - oh 
yes  - and whip you - yes oh the thought of you at my mercy - I'm coming - 
its so powerful - oh my god ... .oh oh ... .