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 other doe-eyed, naïve girl her age. I trained her well.

In my experience, the best dommes were also once very effective subs. Tessa probably never expected to become either when we met, but she did think she was going to take advantage of me. That still makes me laugh.

Summer of 2014: I had just returned from a long stay down in Melbourne, Australia, where the company I own with what is now my ex-husband is based. Luke was great — we’re still friends, but we were never around each other enough at the end of the day. Ironically, Tessa was the college-aged daughter of one of his more prominent clients, and Luke thought she might “keep me company” while he spent the summer abroad, staying in our beach house with me while pursuing an internship in the city.

I admit that initially I was not thrilled at the idea of some 21-year-old making noise and possibly impinging upon what was — and remains — my very openly kinky lifestyle. Still, we needed to keep Tessa’s dad happy, and offering his daughter free accommodation in a tight rental market definitely did the trick. Luke’s departure for Tokyo and Tessa’s arrival somewhat overlapped, so he went to fetch her from the airport.

Tessa made me wet at first sight. I was working on my laptop when this wondrous five-foot-eight creature with endless legs walked into our house and smiled: “You must be Mrs. A. I can’t thank you enough for letting me crash.” Tessa, at the time, wore her hair in long layers, and it was naturally the color of corn silk. She had light blue eyes and a smooth oval face. Her skin had a nice bronze glow — very “California girl.” And then there was the matter of her figure: At the top of her long, toned legs, her body-con skirt gave the most delectable hint of a bubble butt. She had smallish tits and clearly didn’t mind forgetting about her bra, if the perky nipples I noticed beneath her tank were any indication.

Naturally, with my husband around, I played the role of gracious hostess — and dutiful wife, since it would be a while before we’d get to fuck again. For the first couple of days, we didn’t see much of her while she was at orientation for her internship. The night after Luke left, though, I was sitting alone in the living room, relaxing with a novel and some wine. I must’ve fallen asleep, because I woke up with the book in my lap to the unmistakable sound of my car engine. I say “unmistakable” because I am lucky enough to drive a rare and classic type of convertible — when her engine rumbles to life, there’s simply no mistaking it for my ex-husband’s hybrid.

I woke up to the sound of someone else starting my car — and once that registered, I flew to the window. I got there in just enough time to see Tessa pulling out of my driveway, taking my prized car into the night. The anger rose into my temples. I pondered calling her cell and demanding that she turn around and call herself a damn cab. But then a mixture of my cool, rational side and my kinky, lecherous side came together.

I paced, poured another glass of wine, and reminded myself that not only was the car insured, it would be infinitely more gratifying to wait up for her and lay down the law when she got home.

A couple hours later, I heard my car rumble up the driveway. And that’s when I moved into the rotunda. In anticipation of Tessa’s arrival, I had changed from my yoga pants into a sheer black robe and a silk slip. I crossed my arms as the unwitting girl stepped inside.

“Where in the hell did you go with my car?”

Tessa must’ve jumped a foot high. “Oh! Oh my God — Mrs. A — I, uh — ”

“Do you normally take people’s vehicles without asking?”

Her cheeks flushed. “I didn’t remember where Mr. A said the keys to his car were.”

“They’re in your room, remember? He left you a copy.”

She knew she was busted and gave me that blank look of resignation. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean — ”

“Yes, you did, Tessa.” I stepped closer. “You saw my gorgeous car and thought why not, right?”

Tessa looked down at her feet. “I’m sorry — really.”

“Listen — you want to live here rent-free, then I’m going to need more respect than this.”

She looked up at me, wide-eyed. “Please don’t kick me out, Mrs. A.”

I pursed my lips and smiled slightly. “I wasn’t thinking of doing anything so drastic. But we need to address your behavior.”

And with that, I took her firmly by the arm and turned her around. “Bend over.”

“What?” She looked at me with reproach and shock.

“Bend over.” I held her firmly.

Reading her face, I could see the internal struggle, but then she submitted, and now that bubble butt was ripe for my open palm. That night she’d worn a looser skirt, so it was no trouble lifting it up to expose her thong panties. As Tessa felt me do so, she gave a little gasp, but she did not resist.

I delivered my first blow right to the middle of her butt, angling it so my hand would bounce upward when it struck the sumptuous flesh.

Anyone who spanks anyone knows that for maximum impact on a bare-hand/bare-bottom situation, the angle of impact is key for creating that hot, lingering sensation. A straight-up slap on the ass is localized and fades in seconds, but a proper spank engages the entire bottom in one swoop.

Tessa exhaled sharply, reeling from the sensation — and perhaps her sudden vulnerability. But I showed her no mercy — not yet. I delivered two more blows, one for each side, slapping against the portion of her ass that curves down into the thigh. And then, a singular blow right to the sensitive lower middle portion where I could feel the heat of her cunt was the strike that made her cry out in pleasure.

When she did that, I peeled down her panties and went wild, slapping every exposed inch of her bare bottom, but I pointedly neglected her pussy; she would have to suffer no satisfaction tonight. When I finished with Tessa, her ass was solid pink. She stood, panties around her ankles, doubled over, wet, and panting.

“Now… ” I cleared my throat. “Don’t you ever take my car again, or take anything without asking my permission. Is that clear?”

Tessa looked at me meekly and nodded.

“Have a good night.” I walked up the stairs, totally aloof to her. Or so it seemed. I made sure to watch her from above as she looked around bewildered and put her panties back on.

The next day I behaved as though nothing untoward or unusual had transpired. Tessa, however, was suddenly very attentive and pleasant to me.

In the kitchen that night, I was washing up some dishes when I felt her hand on my arm.

“Let me.” Tessa smiled as her hand slid down my arm and came to rest on top of mine in the soapy water.

I did not smile back. I withdrew my hand. It’s all yours. I’m going to get a shower.” I was deliberately flippant I wanted to make her work. If you are a domme, then you already know: The more a sub aspires to please and serve you, the better. This was merely one of many tactics to draw her deeper into my web. But I hadn’t expected what came next.

I stepped into our glass-encased shower, and a few moments later I saw Tessa entering the room. She looked me in the eye, took off her clothes, stepped into the shower, and kissed me. I pulled away and looked stern.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” She seemed so pure and honest there, I couldn’t resist.

I smiled and tugged at her wet hair and pulled her in for another kiss — accompanied by a gentle slap on her rear. My hands, though, quickly veered into other territory. She was a gorgeous nymph, and I wanted to caress every inch of her. The palms of my hands glided down the contours of her face and down over the wet outer orbs of her breasts, into the nip of her waist, and finally back on her round ass.

“You are beautiful, Tessa.”

She broke into a huge smile and ventured forth with a hopeful kiss on my nearest breast. I nodded in approval and she began sucking my nipples.

“I hope this makes up for last night,” Tessa whispered as she got on her knees and went down on me.

I grinded my pussy into her eager tongue: “We’ll see… ”

Eventually, we moved our “party” into the master bedroom. I wanted to enjoy her nubile body on my California king where we had plenty of room. That night, I kept it pretty basic: I ate her pussy and fucked her with my strap-on until she came so hard that she passed out.

But apparently our night of hot sex was still no remedy for her bad behavior. When I woke up the next morning, my car was gone again — and so were my favorite Prada strappy sandals. Now she was playing with fire.

Tessa pulled in the driveway about ten minutes later with croissants and coffee. I was waiting for her in a tight black halter maxi dress.

“I was wondering if I would have to go barefoot today,” I quipped as she came through the door.

Tessa looked sheepishly down at her stolen sandals. “Sorry… I couldn’t help it. We’re the same size; I was only trying them!”

“What am I going to do about you?” I took the bakery box from her and set it aside. “You obviously have no respect.”

“But I do!” Tessa pleaded.

“As Tessa felt me do so, she gave a little gasp, but she did not resist.”

“Now you’re interrupting me?” I glared at her. “Bend over the kitchen table.”

“No — no, please. Listen. I do respect you.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it.” I pulled down her denim shorts and thong and began administering another bare-bottom spanking.

Tessa moaned through her pleasure and pain: “Mrs. A! Ahh, it’s because I want to be you.”

“What?” I kept on spanking her.

Tessa gasped and blurted it all out: “I take your stuff and your car because I want to be you.”

I gently pulled her up by her ponytail. “You want to be me?”

She nodded. “I admire you, Mrs. A. And… I want to be as powerful and successful someday — not just in business, either.” Tessa bit her lip and looked at me, her eyes conveying both truth and vulnerability.

Once more, Tessa had given me pause. “I’ll help you. But you’re going to need to serve me in exchange. And I’ll definitely be wanting certain things.”

Tessa gave a little smile. “I figured as much.”

“Good. And while we are mixing… business and pleasure, I’m going to expect your complete honesty and obedience — and discretion. Does that work for you?”

She nodded. “Yes, Mrs. A.”

“Good.” I smiled and gestured for her to sit down with our coffee and croissants.

And god love her, Tessa sat down at the table bare-bottomed, without bothering to put back on her shorts.

“Now, tell me something.” I sat across from her. “Have you ever been with another woman before me? I guessed you had, but I’m curious.”

“Yes, freshman year of college.”

“And have you ever been spanked before or submissive?”

Tessa shook her head.

“And what about sex in general? How many boyfriends? Ever done anal?”

In short order, I learned that morning that Tessa had ample “vanilla” heterosexual experience but was new to kink — and she was a backdoor virgin as well. My first order of business as her new domme lover was to tend to that enticing ass of hers. But we would work up to the big moment, I assured her.

When she came home from work that day, I had a bright pink butt plug waiting. I licked and lubed her up well, of course, but then being the cruel mistress I am sometimes, I then instructed her to vacuum the entire first floor wholly nude with the plug soundly in place.

Tessa was more incensed by having to clean than anything else. “What, I’m the help now?” Haughty with a butt plug sticking out of her ass, she was hardly your typical submissive.

I walloped her on the butt. “You’ll do what I say, or there will be consequences.” In truth, there was a method to my madness, beyond the pleasure of watching her. I figured the movement and prolonged wear would help her acclimate to backdoor action that much quicker.

Tessa pouted but obeyed. I sat on the couch and opened a novel, pretending to ignore her, which I suspect made her even more upset.

When she finished, I motioned her to come sit beside me. I stroked her leg. “Tessa, would like to drive my car now?”

She looked surprised but delighted. “Hell, yeah.”

“OK, then, but the catch is, you have to drive me to the grocery store — and you have to keep the plug in your ass. Can you do that?”

Tessa nodded her head.

“Good, now get dressed. No panties, though — and the plug stays in — I’ll be checking you. Get back down here in ten minutes.”

True to my word, I lifted her skirt to make sure she had obeyed. When I saw she had, I smiled and handed her my keys.

We shopped without incident, and when we returned home, I drew her a bubble bath and removed the plug.

“Do you think you’re ready to get fucked back there?”

“I don’t know… ”

“That’s okay.” I smiled. “We’ll work up to it.”

We fucked again, vanilla-style, in my bed that night. But the next day, I sent her off to work wearing the plug.

“And by the way, we have a special dinner tonight. A couple of my close girlfriends are coming over, so come straight back,” I told her.

Once more, I let her drive my beloved car.

“I pulled down her denim shorts and thong and began administering another bare-bottom spanking.”

Tessa, however, was 15 minutes late returning. As punishment, I made her strip down immediately in the rotunda. I dragged her into the kitchen, where two caterers were standing by. Tessa, shocked at being exposed in front of strangers, tried to cover herself up, but I slapped her hands away. “That won’t be necessary. You’ll be quite covered in a moment.”

“What do you mean?” Tessa frowned.

“You’ve heard of nyotaimori, haven’t you? Body sushi?”

Tessa nodded. “I think so?”

“Well, you’re going to be a fruit and dessert version of that for my dinner party. And the girls get here in a half hour from now, so hop to.”

I pointed to the dining-room table.

Tessa looked incredulous but obeyed. She climbed up on the table and lay down.

“And one more thing. Since you were late, you’ll be wearing a bigger plug.” I showed it to her. “But no one will know, because the flowers will cover up your crotch.” I gestured to the pile of roses and hydrangeas nearby. “You’re going to be a work of art. Somehow even more of one than you are already.” I caressed her face and set about swapping the plugs.

By the time my caterers were finished, Tessa resembled an erotic painting. Her body was covered in a rainbow of macaroons, tarts, and mini-cheesecakes that were interlaced with berries, grapes, and other fruit slices, with strategically placed flowers for garnish. I made her wear a satin blindfold as a final touch.

To Tessa’s credit, she was perfectly well-behaved and silent throughout dessert — even when one of my livelier lesbian friends tormented her nipples with an ice cube. All three of the ladies who came that night were kinky play partners of mine who lavished compliments on my unique centerpiece.

Now, here’s where I was perhaps a tad too cruel. I had my girlfriends pretend to leave, and I pretended dinner was over. But the truth is, they were in on my scheme and watched the whole thing from the living room.

“Tessa, you did wonderful.” I kissed her.

She smiled at me. “Can I take off the blindfold?”

“Not yet. But roll over, and I’ll take out the plug.”

I did so, and then gave her ass a gentle slap. “Do you think you’re ready now? I really want that ass.”

Tessa grinned and nodded. “Especially if I get to wear your shoes tomorrow?”

I retrieved my strap-on toy and lube from a nearby drawer. “You were great tonight, so I’ll do better than that; we’ll get you your own pair.” I climbed up on the table.

Tessa’s squeal of delight was cut short by her gasp. I put my warm tongue on her ass first and then followed it up with the cold lube.

“Oops — that is cold.” I giggled and gave her round cheeks a little massage. “I’ll warm you up, though.”

Tessa turned around and licked her lips. “May I touch myself?” Ah, she was learning…

“Of course,” I said as I guided my rubber cock into position.

And from there, I took my gorgeous sub’s anal virginity. Tessa rubbed her clit with one hand and grabbed the tablecloth with the other.

I fucked her until I felt her knees give out.

“Oh God — I’m — ahhh!” Tessa squealed, experiencing the sensation of her first backdoor orgasm. She collapsed on the table. I caressed her hair and face and gently lifted her off the blindfold.

My friends then burst into applause.

Tessa looked mortified at first, but then started laughing and gave me a playful shove. “I want two pairs of shoes now.”

I laughed. “Anything for you.”

Not gonna lie — I still miss that girl. But as I said, I heard through the grapevine that she’s fully domme these days, and nothing gives me more pride than knowing I was the one to initiate and unleash her, literally, into the wider world of kink.