A dominatrix reminisces about her favorite female submissive and how she’d introduced her to the wide world of kink.

It’s been a while since I’ve thought about Tessa. No matter how many other lovers and subs fill the empty space between now and our time together, it is always the memories of her that come upon me most consistently and deliver the most heat.

Depending on how you know me, I’m either Mrs. A or Mistress A. Back when I knew Tessa, though, I suppose I was not as refined or as confident of a domme as I am now. God knows I made mistakes with her, but even those were hot. Tessa is the “one who got away” — and yet, when she went away, I knew I had unleashed a force of nature, and it gives me great pleasure to think about what she’s probably doing to some... Read More