In the elevator on my way down, I took a final glance into the Christmas present bag I brought for my submissive, ensuring the anal plug, bottle of lube and a glove were hidden discreetly beneath a thin layer of gift paper. Before the lift doors opened on the bar level, I slipped the butt plug’s remote control into my red clutch and giggled to myself thinking of the power I’m about to have over my submissive’s ass. 

When the doors opened, I slipped out with the gift bag in one hand and clutch with Ass Thumpers remote control in the other. Striding seductively towards my submissive in black patent leather six inch stilettos. My subs eyes attached to me as I made my way to the large L-shaped leather couch he sat on, eagerly awaiting my re-emergence. On the glass table in front of him were two espresso martinis with a perfect layer of foam on top. I sat down, placing the gift bag between us and crossing my long, tanned legs. My sub handed me my drink, and I had a sip, licking the remnants of foam off my red, shiny lips, while looking directly into his eyes the entire time.

“I have something for you. Merry Christmas.” I said with a twinkle in my eye. No need to open it here and now, I’m sure you know what it is. Are you ready?”

“I think so,” He responded, smiling nervously.

“Let’s cheers to that,” I said and raised my glass. Clink. 

“And to first times and fists,” I said after completing our first toast. Clink. We sat in silence for a moment, sensing the electric tension between us expanding. 

“It’s time for you to go to the bathroom and try on your present. Or should I say try in. Haha. Go on. But first, get me a large glass of water. Now!” 

My sub got up and walked quickly to the bar, gift bag in hand. He asked the bartender for a large glass of ice water, making sure they filled it to the brim and brought it back to me, smiling nervously and shaking ever so slightly as he placed it on the table in front of me. 

“Good boy. Bathroom, now.”

I watched him stride towards the male restroom, taking a mental note of his movements, wondering if he’d be able to maintain the same gait with my gift inside him. 

A couple minutes later, my sub emerged from the bathroom, walking at a similar pace towards our table, with a nervous smile and rosy cheeks. As he walked closer to the table, I pressed the On button on the Ass Thumpers remote I concealed inside my hand.

His eyes jumped as he tried to compose himself and continue striding towards the table. I pressed the off button when he was halfway through sitting down slowly, all while smiling mischievously. Once my stuffed sub was seated, I grabbed my full glass of ice water, chugging it as I held his gaze. When the glass left my lips, I pressed the remote again while looking deeply into his eyes. I barely noticed any change in his composure, even though the vibrations on level one were so strong I could feel the whole seat vibrating. I slid my finger over to the + button, pressing it while lifting an eyebrow as I glanced deep into my subs eyes contemplating the depths of his asshole. The vibrations were now so strong I could feel them spreading over to my pussy. What a powerful toy.

I turned the vibration off again long enough for us to lift our glasses and make another toast for our reunion and what’s yet to come. The moment my sub put down his glass, I engaged his anal plug vibrations again, this time taking it up to level three. Feeling the vibrations spread all over the leather couch, wondering if anyone noticed the naughtiness we were up to.

“Let’s continue this upstairs,” I said before leaving my sub behind once more to change into more appropriate attire for what’s next. 

“Keep your phone close, I’ll only be a couple minutes.” I said before walking away feeling my subs eyes burning into my backside.

Upstairs, I slipped out of my stilettos and into 10 inch thigh high black patent leather boots. I grabbed the rubber collar in my hand and placed the gold metal leash around my neck resting close to my cleavage and the golden buttons on my bodysuit. I sat down on the chair in the corner, placing the collar on my leg right above the knee. Once comfortably seated, I texted my sub 

“I’m ready for you.” 

Your father, your boss, your brother, or any random person walking down the street with a  happy, mischievous smile on their face, could all be clients I see as a Dominatrix. 

The youngest client I’ve seen is 18 and the oldest 75. I don’t discriminate against anyone based on age (as long as you’re of legal age), gender, ethnicity, religious or sexual orientation. 

My clients share some commonalities, they are all open minded to a certain degree and have a desire to give up control. Other than that, there’s such a wide variety of kinks and levels of execution of these that no person ever wants exactly the same thing in the same way.  

In many cases their particular kink can be traced back to early childhood memories. Some have explored their desires early on, while others have had it lingering at the back of their mind for years, sometimes decades. 

I often see men in high stress positions used to having lots of responsibility. Such as CEOs, lawyers, bankers and military personnel. To use an example, it highly excites me to dress up big strong men as sissies and offer them space and freedom to play and lose themselves under my control.

I see about as many single clients as those that are married or in relationships. I absolutely love it when they have discussed seeing me with their partner, or even having their partner suggest they book me. However, I do see men who choose not to tell their partner of our session for a variety of reasons. Perhaps their kink is a part of them they like to keep to themselves or sadly sometimes out of fear of being ridiculed. 

Often, my client gets a much needed release from sessioning with me. Witnessing how much lighter and glowing someone looks when they emerge from the shower after a session warms my heart and spirit. 

I encourage both new and seasoned players to session with me. I see a balanced proportion of regular and new clients. I love them both in different ways. 

It’s very exciting for me to grow a long term domme/sub relationship, where we both feel confident in exploring deeper and pushing our boundaries further. My creativity flows freely when planning and conducting sessions with slaves I’ve seen countless times. I deeply appreciate my regulars, some who have been with me since I was a baby domme seven years ago who have witnessed me grow into myself as a woman and Dominatrix.

A brand new client, even one completely new to BDSM in its entirety can be a clean slate for me to play and explore what makes them tick and what’s left tested and tried never to be done again. Sometimes, a new client has specific kink(s) they’ve researched and/or played with on their own or with a partner that they want to delve deeper into with a professional. 

What comes as a surprise to people outside of my profession, is that I see many guys in their early twenties. And to my pleasant surprise, they have demonstrated the most excellent communication skills. A random text from a random dude saying “Hey bby, avail?” has mostly come from men over thirty. (Yes, I sometimes follow up on these texts out of curiosity and ask for age, name and desired session content). Thankfully, I see less of these texts and more well written session requests from all age groups these days.

Most times, I cringe when guys describe themselves as tall, fit and good looking. I then expect someone full of themselves with a proclivity to top from the bottom. However, I’ve been pleasantly surprised by having someone with such a description surrendering all control and being genuinely pleasant to be around. Always expect the unexpected. 

One thing that’s expected and true is that most of my clients are men. On rare occasions I’ve seen couples. I absolutely love introducing and teaching couples how to implement BDSM into their sexlife in a safe and fun manner. To partake in their experience is an exciting honor to me and something I wish I was invited to more often.

Another year, 365 days of experiences. Filled with life, love, BDSM, swimming, running on the beach, introducing newbies to domination and exploring Australia. 

What new experiences would I like to invite into my life this year? 

In the BDSM realm I’m considering booking a session with another Dominatrix to experience being on the other side of the ropes, literally. I have to admit rope bondage is not my strongest side and that’s something I’d like to change this year.

When it comes to my inner explorer, I’d love to learn how to sail and travel around the Whitsundays. Technically speaking, another thing including ropes. A trip without any work for once. Something I rarely do.

Speaking of work trips, I would like to tour places I haven’t toured before in Australia. High on that list is Hobart. This time I’m planning a half work, half experience trip and looking at dates around Dark Mofo. 

In the physical realm, I’d love to add regular martial arts classes onto my yoga, strength training, running and swimming regimen. I am also keen on burlesque classes. 

Trying new cuisine and restaurants, while also cooking more at home is another desire I have for the new year. Since my body decided to become lactose intolerant in my mid twenties, followed by gluten intolerant a couple years later, I will need to find food suitable to my sensitivities.

I’m looking forward to continuing designing my life as best suited for me. Filled with new experiences and continual improvement of my craft.