Virgin Dom
by Dawnrider UK
Page, a powerful prostitute, yearns to fulfill her dream: to become a cruel tormentor.


"You know, I've always wanted to be a dominant". Page shifted the full  
globes of her massive ass off my gasping mouth.
Page was always full of surprises. Sure, she was a very competent at what 
she does. As a prostitute, she's the best there is. But I never heard her 
talk about Dom before. But then she is built for the job. It's not just the 
gorgeous curves of her ass cheeks that can smother a man in seconds. It's 
not only her powerful frame: broad, muscular shoulders, solid body and wide 
hips. It isn't merely the Twin Peaks of her full breasts with their 
succulent, dark-brown nipples. No, the power that Page wields is in her 
legs. Not particularly long, they make up in shapely muscle what they lack 
in classical tapering femininity. Page always denied that she works out, 
"Natural - my mother and all my sisters are built like Amazons," she tells 
me as she wraps her beefy thighs round my poor unsuspecting neck. She 
squeezes a little harder than usual causing me to gasp for breath. "I really 
fancy being a Dom -you know, a mistress, someone who can wield real, 
genuine, power." She repeated the last word, slowly, almost spelling out its 
meaning and implication: p o w e r.
I was intrigued and not a little concerned. Here was this strong, 
dark-skinned woman, completely naked except for seamed stockings, basque and 
heels, wrapping her superior thighs around my little neck and telling me 
that she wanted to be a dominant mistress. She shifted her weight, released 
my aching shoulders and sat full on my naked chest. I could only look up to 
her with awe and a growing sense of submission. She knew this instinctively 
and like a vixen with her ensnared prey, she closed in on me, relishing the 
animal sense of predator over victim
She pinned me down with her strong hands and brought her mouth close to my 
ear.
"I want to be dominant", she hissed and I could feel her warm breathe on my 
face; a dribble of spittle fell on my neck. "I want to be cruel...I have 
such dreams...such cruel dreams....I want to act them out...will you be my 
submissive?" Her voice took on a lighter, more playful tone, but there was 
no sense of playing her eyes. Those large, hazel eyes had narrowed, her 
mouth - once inviting and open - now turned down into a threatening scowl. 
There was a glimpse of her narrow, slightly crooked teeth clenched in 
readiness. I hesitated to agree. She could easily overpower me and who knows 
what state I'd be in at the finish?
"Well...what do you say? Will you submit to me? If so, I warn you, I will 
demand certain things...I will want to do certain things to you....some 
painful things.....some cruel things" As she spoke, her hands slowly took a 
grip around my shoulders. She was pinning me down. Her breathing was getting 
faster and I could feel tiny patches of sweat on her body. Her big thighs 
wrapped around my hips so subtly that I hardly felt the effect. I was being 
pinioned by stealth. There was no escape. "No" was not an option - I would 
have to play out her cruel fantasies. How far she would go, I could only 
guess. In fact my imagination could never have matched her wicked dreams. As 
I was to discover, being Page's submissive was to become an intensely 
painful, unbelievably frightening but ultimately joyful experience.

to be continued