Welcome back to Chapter 5 of my Dominatrix Series! Be sure to go back to Chapter 1 if you need to catch up. It’s a lot of fun! In Chapter 4, it started to get steamy. Just wait for Chapter 5!
~Jayden

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Chapter 5:

He is whimpering in the cage beneath me, and I just want to take him out and make him serve me, but I know that’s not what he needs. And honestly, I need some distance from him. My orgasm did help take the edge off of my arousal, but not enough. I need more.

I get out the violet wand and set it up. I ensure that I’m setting it up where he can see it so he gets a preview of what’s coming.

I shock my hand to make sure it’s working properly and on the settings I want. A tingle spreads through my hand and arm. I smile as he whimpers louder.

“Mistress, what are you going to do with that?”

I give him a slow blink. “What do you think I’m going to do with it, pet?”

“I-I don’t know,” he stammers. But we both know what I’m going to do with it. It’s fun to shock him in a space where he can’t escape.

I slide my hand through the wide set bars and tap the wand against his arm.

He moans and starts crying, a steady stream of, “Mistress, please, why are you doing this, Mistress? I want to be your good boy!” and other appeals to my good nature to stop shocking him.

But I don’t stop. I keep going, working my way around his writhing body, his arms, his legs, his back. I want to get his dick, but he’s making sure to keep his hips at an angle so I can’t.

“Pet,” I say, stopping the shocks for a moment.

His breath is heaving as he rolls so he can see me through the bars. “Y-yes, Mistress?”

“I want you to start masturbating, pet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he positions himself so he can stroke his cock. He has to shift so that his cock is more accessible to me, and I know he knows what’s coming next.

“Spread your legs more, pet. I want to see your balls.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and I can see he’s bracing his legs against the sides of the cage, and he’s whimpering loudly while he strokes his cock.

I slide the wand between the bars again and tap it lightly against his inner thigh. He screams but doesn’t stop masturbating. I tap his other thigh. He screams again.

And then the shot, right against his balls. I can see the tears streaming down his face and hear his screams, but I can also see that he’s stroking his cock faster now.

“I want you to cum, pet. I’ll turn off the violet wand when you cum.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he squeezes his eyes shut as he strokes even faster, willing himself to cum.

I shock his thighs again and again, shocking his balls every few hits. He keeps crying and screaming and moaning and stroking.

“I’m going to cum, Mistress. Can I cum, please, Mistress?”

I let a few beats pass before I give him my permission. “Yes, pet, cum for your Mistress.”

And he does. It’s almost instantaneous. I wonder if he was so far gone that he would have cum with or without my permission. He probably would have.

Cum coats his chest in long lines as he takes big gulping breaths. I can see that he’s relaxing as the cum coats his chest, and I give him one more longer zap with the violet wand as cum shoots from his balls.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 5! Come back next Friday to see what our Mistress has in store for her pet next. Don’t forget TMI Tuesday every Tuesday and our weekly Wednesday posts!

Welcome back! This is Chapter 4 of my Dominatrix Series. Be sure to go back to Chapter 1 to catch up if you haven’t read the other chapters yet. It’s getting steamy now!
~Jayden

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Chapter 4:

He is already moving toward the pillow where he usually lays at the beginning of our sessions to tell me about his week. But since this isn’t our usual session, I pull the leash short. I hear him grunt as the collar pulls at his neck.

“I didn’t tell you to go to your pillow, pet.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. Where would you like me to be?”

“In the cage,” I say, leading him over to the large black cage. The top of it is made of a large cushion of fake leather. Once inside, he can’t see what’s happening on top.

He crawls in backward because once he’s inside, he won’t be able to turn around. He waits on all fours as I unclip his leash.

“Good boy,” I say, and then I close the door and put the lock on.

He immediately starts whimpering, sounding very much like the puppy he likes to pretend to be.

“What’s wrong, pet?” I tease.

“I want to be close to you, Mistress,” he says.

“I know you do, pet,” I say, “and I promise you will be, but first, I want to put you in your place for a bit.”

“I know my place, Mistress. It’s at your feet, serving you, doing anything you want.”

It’s comical how little he seems to understand how our relationship works. If he did everything I wanted, he’d be between my legs all the time. But instead, he’s locked in a cage because right at the moment, I am very wound up from thinking about what this evening was going to entail, and I can’t stand the thought of him being near me and not making me orgasm. I am determined not to break my own rules.

He resumes his whimpering when I don’t reply right away. I climb up on top of the cage and lean down, putting my hand through the bars. He begins to kiss it, lick it, suck on my fingertips, whimpering the whole time.

“Good boy,” I say, pulling my hand back, slick with his saliva. I roll onto my back and slide my fingers down under my thong. I can feel how swollen my clit is already, and I haven’t even done anything.

“Mistress?” he asks.

“Yes, pet?”

“What can I do for you, Mistress?”

“You can stay in your cage like a good boy.”

“Of course, Mistress. I have no choice but to stay in my cage. You locked me in, Mistress.”

“I did,” I say, and I feel my pussy clench in arousal as I say it. I love knowing he’s locked up and can’t do anything about it. I am tempted to make him stay with me. If I keep him locked in the cage, he can’t go to school and move away from me. But that’s silly. I can’t do that. I wouldn’t do that. That would be crossing so many lines.

“Mistress, how long are you going to keep me locked up away from you?”

Until I cum at least once, I think, but I don’t say that out loud. “As long as I want to, bitch.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he whimpers again. I can hear him moving around, and I know that he’s settling himself on the bottom of the cage, arranging the pillows to make himself comfortable.

I rub at my clit slowly at first but with increasing desperation as my orgasm rises inside me. I try to keep quiet about it, not wanting him to know what I’m doing, but I’m sure he does. I close my eyes and picture my pet looking up at me from between my legs. It’s such an arousing mental picture that I go crashing over the edge into orgasm, my pussy spasming, my fingers rubbing, my whole body tingling. When I’m done, I slide my fingers along my slit, and they’re soaking wet.

I take deep breaths, listening to my pet do the same from the cage beneath me. I know he wants to ask what I’m doing, but he won’t ask again.

“Lick my fingers, pet,” I say, rolling over and slipping my dripping wet fingers through the bars. I’ve never done this with him before. I’ve never cum when he was in the room.

I hear him shifting so he can reach my fingers, and then I hear him moan when he realizes what’s on them. He licks them until they’re clean of my juices, and then he says, “Thank you, Mistress, oh god, thank you.” He starts sucking lightly on my fingertips again, but I know they’re clean now. I can only imagine how good it would feel if I let him lick my clit instead of my fingers, but I’ve already pushed my rules too far. I need to stop.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 4! Come back next Friday for Chapter 5, and don’t forget TMI Tuesday every Tuesday and something special every Wednesday!

Welcome back for Chapter 3! If you missed Chapters 1 and 2, you should jump back to Chapter 1 to start from the beginning of the story. It’s a fun story about a Pro Domme whose favorite pet is moving away. What will she do without him? Read on to find out about their last month together before the big move!
~Jayden

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Chapter 3:

One month is not a lot of time. It sounds like a lot, but it isn’t really. I want to get more time with James, but it’s hard to fit it in around our schedules. I have my client base to work with, and he has things to wrap up in his life before he moves to New England, however temporarily.

“Monday?” I ask in text to him. We have a standing Wednesday session, but I’m trying to find another time we can get together.

“After 8 pm?” he asks.

That’s later than I want because I have an early Tuesday meeting, but I agree.

When Monday finally rolls around, I find my thoughts drifting to what it will be like without my weekly sessions with James. How many more clients could I take on to fill that void? Most of my clients aren’t weekly. Most are once every two weeks or once a month. Freeing up a weekly spot is a lot. But I can’t think of anyone I want to invite to take that spot. And then there will be video sessions with James. I’m not sure we’ll be able to keep our standing Wednesday time slot, but I am kind of hoping we will.

The clock seems to slow down as 8 approaches, but then I hear the bell signaling someone in my driveway. No one can approach my space without tripping that bell. It’s a safety feature. I deactivate the alarm system and buzz the door when I see James kneeling on the stoop in front of my door.

“Come in, pet,” I say into the intercom.

He opens the door and comes up the stairs to my space. I’m waiting there in the boots I wore when we met at the coffee shop, a black lace thong, and a matching bra. “Mistress,” he pants when he gets to the top of the stairs.

“Yes, pet?”

“You are beautiful.”

“Thank you, pet.”

He crawls across the foyer floor to me when he gets to the top of the stairs.

“You’re overdressed.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I was overcome with a need to be close to you.”

I pet the top of his head, running my fingers through his short, dark hair. He looks up at me with desperation in his eyes. “When was the last time you came, pet?”

“When I was last with you, Mistress.”

“I gave you permission to masturbate, pet.”

“I know, Mistress, but it’s hard to get off when you aren’t there.”

I nod. I know it is, but he usually manages it at least once between our sessions. I know he tries every day.

As we talk, he strips out of his clothes and leaves them neatly in a pile on the chair in the foyer. When he’s done, he puts on the collar I’ve left for him. He likes to do some puppy play, but he only wears his collar when he’s with me. I keep a special one that’s just for him.

He puts the leash in his mouth folded up so it’s not dragging on the floor and crawls over to me.

“Good boy,” I say, petting his head before taking the leash from him. I clip it to the collar, and I can hear his sigh of relief as he knows I own him. “Come,” I say, and I start to walk down the hallway that leads to the large living room that serves as my play space.

I have several large pieces of furniture that I move around periodically depending on my needs. The large cage is positioned in the center of the room for this session. There’s a spanking bench off to one side of the room, a couch that pulls out into a bed, and a large frame with a St. Andrew’s Cross at one end that takes up a good portion of the room. And then there are baskets and bins and piles of toys. Everything you could imagine is in the room somewhere. If it’s not sitting out, it’s probably in one of the closets.

“Ready, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers.

But he has no idea what he’s ready for since I haven’t shared with him any of my plans for today.

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Thanks for checking out Chapter 3! I hope you’ll come back next Friday for Chapter 4 to find out what Mistress’s pet has in store for him. And don’t forget to check out TMI Tuesday every Tuesday!

Welcome back! If you missed Chapter 1, be sure to go check it out before you read today’s post! I hope you’re excited to find out what news our pet has to share. I’m sure at least some of you will be surprised. I was, too! Let’s find out…

~Jayden

(I bet he’s pregnant! ~Richard)

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Chapter 2:

My pet takes another sip of his coffee as I wait for him to share his news, tapping my foot on the tile floor. I can’t even tell if it’s good or bad news. I just see how nervous he is.

Instead of saying anything, he pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and slides it across the table. It’s folded neatly, and I take a second to appreciate that he knows how much I hate messily folded papers. It’s one of my quirks.

I open the paper and begin to read.

“Dear James Bell,

We are excited to welcome you to the Masters of Fine Arts Program at Boston University! Our semester starts on August 29th, 2022. We look forward to seeing you on campus then.”

I stop reading and look up at him.

“This is great, pet,” I say. “Is this the program you were hoping to get into?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“So why do you look so sad?”

“Because that’s far away from you, Mistress.”

I do some fast thinking. “It’s what, seven hours?”

“Give or take,” he agrees.

“That’s not so far.”

He whimpers. Although he’s a client, he was my first client. I started working with him, and my client base grew until I made it my full-time job, and now I have so many submissives I don’t know what to do with them all. But what I do know is that James is my favorite. I won’t ever tell him that, but it’s the truth.

“How long is the program?” I ask.

“Three years,” he says. “But I do have breaks.”

“See, it’s fine, pet. You’ll come back to me on your breaks.” My words are kind, but I feel a little hollow in my stomach at the thought of not seeing him for months at a time. I have never allowed myself to consider having feelings for my clients. They are clients, after all. It’s bad form to get too involved with paying customers, especially ones who are just so damn cute. Like James.

“Of course I will, Ma’am.”

I can see the “but” that follows in his face, but he doesn’t say it out loud until I prompt him. “But what, pet?”

“But months away is a long time.”

He’s been my client for three years. In all that time, I’ve seen him almost every week. We certainly haven’t gone more than two weeks without seeing each other. He comes over to my space, and we start with talking. He tells me everything about his week, and then we have a session. Each session is a little different, but in the end, after he leaves, I have to masturbate at least twice to relieve the pent-up feelings I have from playing with him. I have thought many times about having him make me cum, and I am sure he would, but that crosses the line between professional Dominatrix to prostitute. (For the record, I don’t have a problem with prostitution, it’s just not what I want for myself.)

“What will I do without you, Mistress?”

I tap my long nails on the table, and they make a little clicking sound as I process this information. “I think, pet,” I say slowly, “that we can do some long-distance things. We can do phone calls and video calls.”

“But what about,” he lowers his voice, looking around to make sure no one can overhear him, “our sessions? I can’t get off if I don’t have a Dominatrix to control me.”

“I can do that, pet. Don’t worry.”

He visibly relaxes. “Are you sure, Mistress? We’ve never done anything except in person.”

“We haven’t,” I agree, “but I am confident I can help you get off.”

I watch the thought cross his mind, “But you have with others?” he asks.

I nod slowly. “Does that bother you, pet?”

He pauses, his whole body going still for a moment while he processes my question. It’s one of the things I appreciate about him. He doesn’t react without thinking it through first. “No, Mistress. I know you have other pets. I am honored to be among them.”

“Good,” I say, glancing at my watch. It’s July 29th. I have one more month with my pet before he goes to school. What will we do with our remaining time?

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Thanks for reading Chapter 2! Come back next Friday for Chapter 3, and don’t forget to check out TMI Tuesday every Tuesday!

Hello readers! I am back! What does back mean? Back means that I am committing (again) to keep this blog going, and doing more than Insecure Writer’s Support Group and TMI Tuesday. Don’t worry, those aren’t going anywhere, but I want to get some more fiction out to you. So for NaNoWriMo last month, I decided to write some long-form fiction for you. I would say I aimed to write short stories, but we all know I can’t do that. It’s physically impossible for me to write something super short. So we’ll see how long it goes. The nice thing about serial fiction is that I don’t have to worry about how short or long it is. (I think my ideal length in general is novella length anyway.) So here is the first Chapter of my yet untitled story (let me know what you think of Determined Dominatrix). I’d tell you what it’s about, but I think this first chapter will give you what you need to know to get started. Trust me when I say that it’s going to be a fun read.

~Jayden

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Chapter 1:

I am overwhelmed. Completely and utterly overwhelmed. I don’t know what I was thinking when I quit my corporate job to become a full-time Dominatrix, but here we are.

I pick up the hot tea in my spill-proof mug and take a sip. It isn’t too hot. Finally. I stand up, the leather thigh-high boots making a noise against the fake leather coffee shop seat. My skirt flutters down over the tops of the boots as I smooth the pleats down on the blue fabric. The sparkly black top I’m wearing falls just to the waist of the skirt. My pale skin just peeks through when I raise my arms.

I see my client walking in the door. His jeans are tight, hugging every curve of his ass. I know they are soft and don’t restrict his movement. They’re his favorite pair. His red t-shirt hides a muscular chest with just enough hair to tickle my nose when I lay against it. He sees me and his face lights up as he walks toward me. He bows his head as he approaches and greets me on one knee, taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it.

“Hello, Mistress,” he whispers.

“Hello, pet,” I say back softly. It’s early on a Saturday morning, so there aren’t many people in the coffee shop, but it’s still a display of affection that is garnering some attention. “Come sit,” I say, moving back to my seat, leaving an empty chair across from me.

He sits, and then he looks at me. “Do you need more tea, Mistress?” he asks.

Such a good submissive. “No, pet. I just filled it before you came in.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Would you like something to drink?” I ask.

He nods, biting his lip a little. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Well go get it then, pet.”

He jumps a little, even though my tone isn’t sharp. I watch as he scampers off to the counter, orders a drink, takes the cup, and pours his coffee. I don’t drink coffee, but my pet is an addict. He can’t start his day until he has a cup. I feel similarly about tea, but I think coffee is disgusting, even when sweetened with sugar and milk. Even flavored coffee is too bitter for me.

When he returns, I notice that he hasn’t taken a sip yet, which is almost surprising since I know how much he wants to, and I know the heat of the liquid won’t bother him. But he’s not supposed to. He’s supposed to wait to be seated before me and ask permission. Even so, my giving him the instruction to get the drink could be construed as permission. I might even let that slide, but I would prefer he follow his protocols to the letter.

“Mistress, may I drink my coffee, please?”

“Yes, pet.”

We keep our voices low, even in the mostly empty coffee shop. I watch him take a grateful sip.

“Tell me what’s wrong, pet.”

He takes another swallow of coffee, and then he comes out with it. “I got some news today, Mistress.” He stops, seemingly waiting for me to tell him to continue.

Sometimes submissives can be such a chore. I stop myself from visibly rolling my eyes. I can tell whatever it is is upsetting him, and I may like to play at being a bitch, but I’m not actually. “Go on, pet,” I say instead. “Tell me your news.”

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Thanks for checking out the first installment of my Dominatrix story! Come back next Friday to see what the news is! And don’t forget to check out TMI Tuesday from Richard and me every week!