An Excerpt From A Dominatrix’s Journal—PART 6

I like my men obedient, submissive, and useful.

Date: 25-11-24

Client’s kink:

OOTD: A sheer black dress with a sprinkle of straight men’s audacity.

Art by Abdulwasiu Salimat

I’ve been called mean, sassy, and a huge brat by a lot of men, but these are the traits that Chief adores about me. You see, Chief grew up with a lot of women around him—a mother who cuddled him, five older sisters who gave him everything he wanted, and now a wife, a subservient one (a star example for all Christian women). Never in his life have any of these women ever told him to shut the fuck up, but not me. I called him a dog the first night we met.

Chief was drawn to me because I wielded my words like a sharp knife that cut and, at the same time, turned him on so much. My brattiness aroused him, and every time I called him a disgusting old pig, I could see his dick visibly harden and the stain of precum on his pants.

I enjoyed my sessions with Chief; he clearly understood that men owed women reparations, and he paid mostly in cash, which was good for me. We had our sessions twice a year, but he called a week ago asking if I was free to go on a day trip to Abuja. I told him how much it’d cost, and he sent double of what I asked for. (You can see why I like Chief, don’t you?)

I bought everything I needed for the trip, and we flew to Abuja together. When we got to the apartment we'd be staying at, my room was already prepared, and there was a hot tub waiting for me to soak in.

'Is this the biggest room?'

'Of course, Goddess,' he replied with that thick Igbo accent that always made me laugh.

I went into my room and straight into the bathtub to clean up, and after I was done, I couldn’t find a stool to sit on to apply my body oil, so I called Chief.

'I need a stool,' I said as he entered the room.

'I’ll get one for you from the living room’.'

'I want you.'

I knew he had a meeting in 15 minutes, but I didn’t care. I needed a stool, and I needed him.

He went down on all fours, and I sat on his back, taking my sweet time to oil my skin, and 20 minutes later, my skin was glistening, and Chief had an uncomfortable hard-on. He looked at me, his eyes pleading to let me give him the permission to jerk off, but it wasn’t happening. He knew he needed to earn the orgasm he so desperately needed, and I wasn’t impressed yet.

He went into his room to change into a full-blown senator suit, probably to hide his hard-on, and soon after, he was out the door, and I had the whole house to myself.

I dressed up in a sheer black tube dress and put on some gold bangles because I just love the sound they make when I dance, then I put on some music and danced and danced till my feet started to hurt and I was covered in sweat from head to toe, so I decided to refill the bathtub and soak in it. I finally put some soap on my palms and began to lather my skin. I touched and caressed my boobs, and my nipples hardened. I was horny, and I finger fucked myself to the images of Chief on his knees for me, and the orgasms came in waves.

Chief came back to the apartment at around 6 pm and asked that I accompany him to a private get-together with his work partners, so I got ready, and by 8 pm I was ready to go. We got to the venue, and Chief asked if he could put his arms around my waist, and I nodded, but he knew it would cost him more money, and he was always willing to pay.

I sat by his side all night, listening to them talk about business, politics, and their wives. These men thought of themselves as 'alpha males'; they had the money, the connections, and, most importantly, a wife who made them feel like a 'man.' 

Chief was an “alpha male” on the outside, but what his friends and family didn’t know about him was that he enjoyed being pegged, spanked, and humiliated by a gorgeous being like myself, and it was comical because these men swear they’d never let a woman tell them what to do.

It was time to leave, and Chief and I walked back to his car; his driver was already there waiting for us. We got into the car, and he tried to grab my waist again, and I hit his hand.

“You are a disgusting old man, you know,” I said, smiling mischievously. I could feel his hard-on immediately, and I knew that when we got home, he’d be on his knees begging to let him come.

We got to the apartment, and I immediately went in to take a shower. When I was done, I needed a stool, and he made himself available again. I knew by the time I was done applying the lotion on my skin, he’d be hard as a rock. Chief liked that, the feel of my bum on his back. 

When I was done, I didn't want him to stand up just yet. A man on all fours waiting for me to give him the permission to get up felt so good. I let him stay like that till I was done dressing up. When I asked him to get up, he was still really hard and I almost asked him to rub his dick on the wall till he cums all over his pants but I was a bit upset on how he actually thought himself superior to women in any way so I sent him off to bed with a hard on.

Men don’t deserve orgasms anyway.

Signed

Mommy❤️

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