Category Archives: The Spanking Factory
I know because he was a client. For years and years.
For about 6 or 7 years running, sometime between December 25th and December 31st, I would see Santa. He would need to be bound and beaten and forced to worship my thigh high boots, my vinyl covered ass, and finally, my largest strap-on dildo.
He liked his nipples tortured, as well as his cock and balls. Sometimes to the point of drawing a little blood in spots.
He would like to do this while wearing a large butt plug and told what an undeserving bitch he was. Occasionally I would slap his clean shaven face with my large cock. In the end he would like to be bound, legs spread, and sodomized forcefully.
You know, I like you as a person. You make a great father and a fabulous husband. I really enjoy spending time with you. It’s just one thing. I don’t like having sex with you. You just don’t turn me on. Your cock is too small and you just really don’t know how to use it. And you know what? I hate the way you go down on me. And giving you a blow job makes me feel like I’m molesting a small boy. I need a real man, with a real cock. And realistically, my sex drive is SO much higher then yours that it just makes sense for me to take on a lover. Or maybe two. And lets face it. I’m much hotter a woman then you EVER thought you would get, so I’m thinking you will be ok with this. I’m sure you will be happy with what ever little sweet morsels of affection I dole out to you, won’t you pet? I’m thinking this will be a lot easier on you if I lock your cock away in a chastity belt so you won’t have to worry about that useless little thing bothering you. Now be a good little man and pick out some lingerie for me to wear tonight on my date. Make sure it’s super sexy! I want to get fucked HARD!
My ex-husband was abusive. While some of it was physical, much of it was emotional and verbal. It took several years and a good bit of working through my past to get where I am. I’m ok now. I understand that what he said to me reflected on him as a person. Not on me. So when I’m in the dungeon, in a safe, sane place, with safe words and trust and negotiations and aftercare, I have no problem calling upon my memories of him to humiliate someone who craves it. I have no problem calling up old favorites like;
- If I want to know what you are thinking, I’ll fucking ask you.
- How many fucking times do I have to tell you, open your fucking ears.
- You fucking WHORE!
- Stupid fucking bitch.
Ah, good times! It’s a wonder I still love the word fuck.
I promised to blog once a day this month, and damnit, I will not break my promise to you people. But since I am too drugged out and depressed to be entertaining, I will offer you this. A prized example of the male of the species doing the one handed typing while drunk. Usually I would do a detailed analysis of where the writer went wrong, but I think this letter speaks for it’s self. Nothing has been changed (despite the vocal begging from my spell check) except his name. And yes. He did sign it with a mix of capitals and lowercase. I thought that was a special touch that I should keep. I’m also hoping that maybe english wasn’t his first language. Because really. Our school systems suck these days, but surely they can produce better then this.
Email Subject: remove my balls by cutting off them if you are able to do this (I should add that you should probably NOT be drinking any liquids while reading this.)
I’m just going to assume it’s a full moon. Maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just the fun Halloween spirits poking around early. Or maybe I’m just a cranky bitch because I have to get up every 15 minutes and pee. All. Night. Long. And a toddler that has decided not to nap. At all. Or maybe it’s the rapid fire crazy that is coming at me.
First, this arrived in my in box last night.
I AM A SUBMISSIVE WHITE MALE 6’3″ 200LBS. I AM NOT INTO PAIN OR MARKS. I LIKE TO BE BOUND AND MOUNTED, BAREBACK BY TWO OR MORE MEN UNDER YOUR DIRECTION OR FISTED BY YOU OR UNDER YOUR DIRECTION. I CAN BE REACHED AT XXX-XXX-XXXX ANY WEEKDAY 2-5PM PLEASE CALL…….*HULK
Bareback. Yup. By two or more men. Because he’s too chicken to just go out and kill himself, he would rather have it done to him. He’ll be the one who pulls a gun on the cops at the mall to make them take him out.
Being a Dominatrix is all about body confidence. It’s about walking into the room, head held high, shoulders back, tits out, and doing as I please. It’s about oozing confidence. Sometimes, even when that’s not really how I feel.
For years, that was easy for me, because I knew that the lights were dim, the outfits were superb and I was about to do something to him that his girlfriend or wife wouldn’t dream of. That a couple extra pounds or a little cellulite would be totally over looked because it was wrapped in something naughty and I had his balls in a vice.
Yes. A real vice.
But the last couple years, that’s been harder and harder to pull off. Infertility is a wicked bitch. The drugs make us fat and bloated and the failures make us bitter. The fact that I have $$$$ worth of fetish cloths that no longer fit makes me crazy. None of this is good for a girls self esteem.
When I was a newbie Domme answering my phone to all makes and matters of crazy people, I would often have guys call and ask leading questions.
* Can you tell me a little bit about cross dressing?
* How would you go about a role reversal role-play?
* What kind of outfit do you think you would wear? Would it be leather??
The bored, horny man would hope these quesions would lead to me talking at length about naughty things while he quietly abused himself on the other end of the line. And for a long time, I fell for it. Every time. I could be rich with with the amount of free phone sex I’ve doled out.
But I got wise. Perhaps even, a little too jaded. After all, perhaps the person who used my formspring to ask me the following question is really, genuinely curious as to what would happen if…
Just a quick note to update my blog and say thank you for all the well wishes. Even though I had nice strong beta’s, I’m so very tempted to POAS pretty much every day to see if it still says positive. I feel good. Aside from the occasional indigestion, a little too good. Yesterday I finally had a bit of morning sickness, but not bad. My appetite has been huge – but it’s hard to say if that’s a symptom, or my positive beta is just an excuse. I’m a good eater. The only real symptom I’ve had is the sleepies. I feel like I have been dosed. Like Dorothy in the Field of Poppies.
And to celebrate this side effect, Monkey has refused to nap.
Awesome. I keep dozing off on the couch and waking up to him lovingly staring at me. Then poking a finger in my eye.
One fun side effect of being sleep deprived is that I’m incredibly clumsy. I type this with no less then two bandaids on my person.
The first month I was working in the fetish house, I had a client who was so terrified he could barely get the words out. I knew he wanted a spanking from the note next to his booking information, but none of the words that were coming out of his mouth seemed to resemble that word.
“I just, I don’t know…. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time and, oh god what am I doing here? What must you think of me? It’s just such a horrible thing, I’m not sure what to do…. I just think about it all the time… I should just go.”
His mouth was so dry each word seemed to contain extra syllables. The moisture that should have been in his mouth? Dripping from both pits and creating a slick across his palms. I’m not sure he could have turned the door knob had he tried to leave.
Boys, especially with erections, are fucking idiots.
I just received an email, and not the first, from a guy asking me for things I totally don’t offer, from his work email address.
So now, not only do I know he’s a fucking idiot for asking me to tie him up and have sex with him, when, had he paid attention to the words on my site, and not just the pretty pictures, he would know I don’t offer sex or nudity, his company knows he is a fucking pervert.
Seriously. Use a gmail account for this shit.
Your company reads your email. Even if they don’t read all of it, they certainly have filters set up to grab anything that includes the words Dominatrix, Sex or Bondage, let alone all three and I’m pretty sure every time his HR person sees him know they are going to wonder if he ever got that Intense Sexual Experience he was looking for.