Why Do I Enjoy Being Dominated and Humiliated?

I love being dominated and humiliated!

It didn’t start out this way. I mean me, I didn’t start out this way. It’s new for me, just a couple of months. But now, I’ll never go back. Ever.

To clarify, sex for me used to be about fucking as many women as I could. I’d pick up a woman at a club, buy her a couple of drinks, enough to get her toasted. Then take her home, screw her brains out, and dump her the next day. People told me I was good at it. I got laid a lot, for sure.

But my little Romeo scenario changed for good when I met Christy—aka Mistress Blaine.

Dominated and Humiliated: Collared Like a Dog

“This is my gas,” she said, emphatically. She grabbed the handle, put it in her tank. I just stood there like an idiot, shocked by the balls on such a fine piece of ass.

She finished pumping the gas, reached into her car and brought out what looked like a dog collar and leash. Before I could move, she hooked the collar around my neck, then yanked me with the leash.

“Lock your door. You’re coming with me,” she growled.

“But they’ll tow my car!”

She looked up at the camera on the overhang, then waved. “No they won’t. He can see you’re with me.”

The Dungeon Behind the Gas Station

Christy led me, with the leash, to a door at the back of the station marked, “Employees Only.” At this point, she slipped on a blindfold to cover my eyes. After that, she told me not to say a word.

When the door opened, I couldn’t see anything. It smelled of alcohol, sex, and perfume. Christy guided me down the stairwell. When I reached the bottom, I was met by dozens of groping hands. They pinched my chest nipples, groped my dick and spanked my ass. I came in my jeans. Everyone laughed.

“He’s my new submissive,” Christy declared and led me deeper into the dungeon. Now, at this point, you’re probably wondering why I didn’t say anything.  But would you? The woman was hot and I was inside a fucking sex party!

The Sub Room

Christy led me into another room. At last, she removed the blindfold. There were towels, candles, bed, paddles, chains, and more. There were two women there, too, just as hot as Christy.

“From now on, you will call me Mistress Blaine. These lovely ladies are going to take off your clothes, then you’ll masturbate for us.”

The women stripped me naked, stepped back to watch me stroke my dick. It didn’t take long to shoot my wad because I got hard the minute I was naked in front of them. When I finished, they started laughing. They laughed and laughed, couldn’t stop. I suddenly felt humiliated.

The two women then walked over and undressed Mistress Blaine. My cock stood right back up when she paraded her tight ass, her bouncing tits and her hairless pussy in front of me.

I reached for her nipple.  She slapped my hand and barked. “On your knees! You think you deserve to touch me, to fuck this? You, and your pathetic dick? Ha! It takes a real man to please this mistress!” And on cue, a naked man with a thick cock walked into the room, stroking his dick. Mistress Blaine climbed on top of his cock and rode him till she came. When she was finished, the stud left the room. The mistress walked over to me and stuffed her cunt in my face, “Lick my pussy clean!”

I’m Ready

When her clit streaked my face with more cum, she climbed off of me, handed my leash to one of the women and left. The women slipped me into a robe, attached the leash to my collar and led me out the back. Finally, she handed me a card and said, “Call the mistress only when you’re ready.”

I climbed back into my car, noticed the gas station attendant waving and smiling at me as I did. Why did I enjoy being dominated so much, I asked myself? In that moment I knew, that that was all I had ever really wanted.

Obviously, I never made it to the club that night. I drove home, collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep. I woke up the next day on the floor next to my cum-splotched sheet. The first call I made was to the number on the card. I called and left a message— I’m ready, dominate me, Mistress!