One of the girls at my swim club got me started dominating men by letting me “audit” some of her training sessions. And the first time she let me have one of her submissives for “an hour of feminine power” — all mine to spank, slap, jerk off, tie up, sit on and smother, you name it — I knew domination was for me!

Now, several years later, Charlene and I have both advanced in our careers and are still close friends — and still dominating our boyfriends. They’re menfriends, I guess, technically, but we think of them as boys. And we still love to get together and compare notes on our latest games and activities. It’s a lot of fun.

But Charlene still acts like my domination coach. For instance, she just can’t believe how frequently I allow my current slave boyfriend, Ben, to ejaculate — which is at least once a day, often twice. She cites the letters in Variations from dominant wives and girlfriends about the necessity of keeping a submissive in a state of mindless sexual desire — in perpetual heat, so to speak.

I don’t argue with that. But my feeling is, I can do that without restricting ejaculations. I would rather just totally control them. And although I may allow Ben frequent sexual release, he still knows that I am in complete control of this part of his life, that his cock and balls and every drop of his come belong to me. And both he and I find this an ideal state of affairs, and fantastically stimulating.

And the truth is, I like him hard, but I also like to make him come, to see him writhing and squirming and whimpering as I masturbate him. He is never permitted to masturbate himself. And I like to keep milking him and milking him, until he is “boner dry” and begging me to stop. Usually I will confer this privilege only after he has performed cunnilingus to my repeated satisfaction, and often only after I have also mounted his big cock and ridden him to a long, galloping orgasm.

Frankly, I find no lessening of Ben’s obedience to me after I do give him permission to shoot his load. Of course, he knows I would take strong exception to the slightest hint of indifference from him, or hesitation in obeying a command. And we’re not talking about just a little slapping around, folks!

Also, at least so far, I find Ben’s recuperative powers amazing. Perhaps it is true, as I once read, that submissive males are incredibly potent. Or maybe it is the fact that Ben is kept in a state of sexual stimulation by my erotic attire; by his total nakedness when he is in my presence; by my continual fondling and teasing of his cock and balls; by the rich scent of my worn panties, a pair of which are always around his neck or face at home; and by the “Mistress Speaks” cassette tapes I have recorded, to which he falls asleep — and to which he dreams sweet, beautiful dreams.

But if I ever find Ben’s cock “disobedient” when I summon it to stand at attention, then I will certainly take Charlene’s well-meaning advice and restrict his ejaculations. But so far, at least, my slave comes whenever I call him. What a great life!