Unless you’re on the inside of the S&M community, it’s easy to assume that the dominant is always in control.

Beyond what Hollywood or certain horribly written books portray of our community, it’s true that we submissives are capable of putting on that good, uninhibited show of being completely overpowered. We would be remiss if we didn’t!

And yet, besides the “safe, sane, and consensual” part of any healthy BDSM affair, at the end of the day it’s the guy getting spanked, or the girl who gets tied up, or what have you — they are the ones who are controlling the fun. To surrender is to gain ultimate control, but I didn’t believe it, nor did I even begin to understand this concept until I properly lived it.

Once upon a time in college, I mistakenly equated submissiveness with being a doormat, and without anything remotely kinky ever happening, all the guys I dated — and later on the girls as well — walked all over me. So desperate to please everyone, I went through one messy codependent situation after another before I took a hiatus from dating. With my family’s encouragement, I signed up for a graduate-level internship abroad with a large publishing company and moved to a large city in the UK.

As they say, when you aren’t looking is when you find what you need. Sure enough, it was during this time when I was busy focusing on myself and enjoying life in a new country that I ended up connecting with my current mistress, Dianna. She is in her mid-thirties and already highly regarded in our field. She is everything I aspire to become.

I can’t divulge specific details about our meeting, as that might put my mistress in professional jeopardy. Suffice it to say we met through my work. Of course, we had to be careful to keep our obvious chemistry and blossoming affair under wraps during the day.

However, one night when I was staying after hours on a big project, she called me and demanded that I drop everything and come into her office. I tried not appear giddy in front of my colleagues, who were concerned that maybe I was getting reprimanded.

I got up from my desk and smoothed down my short plaid jumper as I walked. I adore those sorts of retro-style dresses where you can count on just enough of an A-line skirt to flare out enticingly below your bottom. Dianna liked it, too.

My mistress is a voluptuous British brunette who towers over me physically, even when she isn’t wearing heels. She was waiting for me, arms folded, when I approached.

“Shut the door behind you,” Dianna said sternly.

I silently obeyed.

Dianna sighed. “You know I prefer to keep our private and professional activities separate, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I cleared my throat. “Yes, mistress.”

Dianna began pacing and circling me. “Then I want you to think about how much it upsets me when you force my hand. Think on it long and hard.”

“I — I don’t understand what you mean?”

Dianna’s nostrils flared. She grabbed my arm and led me straight to her desk. “I cannot have you using company time to mess around — or whatever it is that you do when you need to be polishing manuscripts! Look at this rubbish!”

I saw my latest copyediting assignment covered in red ink. “I — I — ” All I could do was stammer and sputter.

Dianna rolled her eyes. “Obviously you want me to punish you. And you know I enjoy punishing you, so it’s really a shame that you think you need to stoop to these antics to have my attention. We can’t go home and play if you do not know how to work!”

“I am so sorry — I honestly don’t know how I managed to overlook these errors.” At that point I was trembling in earnest as I sank to my knees. “Forgive me, please?”

Dianna sighed and shook her head. “Get up.” There was a pause, and then she added: “Lift your skirt, then put both hands on the desk.”

My heart soared as I followed her orders. That day, I was wearing opaque black thigh-highs and cute lace tanga panties that accentuated my bottom. I have a petite figure and smaller breasts but somehow still was blessed with a heart-shaped ass. I could feel Dianna’s eyes roving up my thick thighs and fixating on my ass — which had been a focal point as of late in our play.

“Now, don’t think for a minute that I’m going to suffer or encourage your bad behavior.” Dianna lifted her dress to reveal she was wearing a small strap-on. “But,” she gestured to the botched manuscript, “I simply cannot let this go unaddressed.”

My pussy flooded with tingles — I loved it when Dianna took me with a strap-on. But I bowed my head to show obedience. “Yes, mistress. I understand.”

Dianna sighed again and went rummaging through her bag, pulling out a small pink butt plug. She presented it to me. “I trust I don’t have to do everything myself?”

I eagerly began licking the plug, knowing exactly what was coming next.

Dianna swatted my ass. “Faster! Come on, it shouldn’t take this long for you to get it soaked!”

I audibly sucked and slurped the toy, nodding my head at her.

“Good, that’s better.” Dianna took the plug away and pulled down my “knickers,” as she called them. “I hope you realize this is for your own good.”

I gasped as I felt the toy going in my ass, widening my tightest entrance. “Yes — yes, mistress. Thank you for helping me.”

Satisfied that the plug was in place, Dianna nodded and gave me a little swat on the bum. “All right then, turn around. You know what to do next — and I want no monkey business from you, young lady.”

Her stern British schoolmarm persona made me so horny when it came out during playtime! I eagerly got down on my knees and began fellating Dianna’s strap-on cock. As I gagged and deep-throated the dildo, Dianna ran her hands through my straight auburn hair — she had a way of showing tenderness at the most unexpected and carnal times.

“Deeper! I know you can take it all the way down now,” she coached me.

I took a deep breath and swallowed the entire shaft down my throat. Now, fair disclaimer to any newbies reading: This is a skill that takes practice. Don’t try this without proper guidance and/or training with a good domme. Always have a safe word for playtime, or, in the case of having one’s mouth full, establish a safe gesture in case you need to stop. (If I raise my left hand, Dianna knows it’s too much and we stop — oxygen deprivation and brain-cell death are never sexy!)

Dianna thrusted her hips forward and continued to face-fuck me for several minutes. With the plug still firmly inside my ass, my poor little pussy was tense with desire. Anticipation was everything, and Dianna knew how to make the most of mine.

After choking and spitting on Dianna’s toy to her satisfaction, my mistress gently guided me up to a standing position. “Sit on my desk and spread your knees.”

Once I assumed the position, my no-nonsense mistress plunged her strap-on cock inside of me to the hilt.

I cried out and bit my lip. After all, even with most everyone gone, this was still our office. But of course, the intense pleasure of being DP’ed with the dildo and the plug was nothing I could ever bury — nor did I want to.

Dianna slid one of her fingers into my mouth for me to suck and then drilled me with the dildo to the point where my ass was happily bouncing up to meet her every incoming thrust.

“Mmm! Yes! Oh, mistress — please, fuck me,” I warbled while my legs were wrapped around her.

Dianna smiled, but then her face grew stern. She took her finger from my mouth and then withdrew the dildo so my wet pussy was left clenching and aching as it searched for the pleasure it had enjoyed mere moments before. And then she pulled out the plug, leaving my poor ass to gape in its absence. “Avery, I want you to understand that this is for your own good.”

I sat there, stunned as she set about wiping our toys down with a cloth — no afterglow, no fuss, just null. I was dying to come, but I didn’t dare touch myself.

Dianna looked over at me again and bristled: “For God’s sake, fix your knickers and skirt and get back to work. Now that I know you are in fact capable of focusing on a single task, I’ll deal with you later.”

I hung my head in shame and obeyed, retrieving my panties from the floor.

“And be sure to take that hideous manuscript with you,” Dianna snapped. “I want the corrections on my desk first thing tomorrow — or there will be real hell to pay!”

As sharp and cold as Dianna might seem in print here, I was motivated like never before to do my best work — which, a couple years later, actually landed me my dream job. In fact, everything Dianna has ever done for me as a domme has been out of loving concern and to promote my best interests. Yes, even with the occasional punishment or orgasm denial, I’ve gone from doormat to cherished equal.

When Friday morning rolled around and I gave her the revised and perfected piece, my mistress was beyond generous and appreciative. First, Dianna instructed me that I was to enjoy a long lunch and leave for the weekend a half-hour early. She would send a car for me at 7pm. I couldn’t wait — all day my pussy soaked my panties as I thought about what we were going to do later on.

At 7pm on the dot, a black car pulled up to my flat. But to my surprise, Dianna was sitting in the back seat. She was wearing her elegant mink coat and black leather gloves. “Hello, pet. Get in.”

I smiled and took her hand, kissing it. “Where are we going?”

She kissed me on the cheek. “It’s a little surprise. But I do think you’re going to enjoy it.”

When the car pulled up to a sex shop we frequented, I was confused. “We’re going to Collette’s?”

Dianna tsked at me as the car pulled away. “Don’t be insolent, girl.”

Collette’s was our go-to place for new toys and accessories. The store was owned by Mathilde — or as she preferred to be called, Matty — who was an older butch domme with silvery hair who originally came from the Netherlands. Even though we were there well outside of regular business hours, she was there to let us in.

“Hello, Dianna. Glad you made it.” She looked me over. “Remind me who this sweet spinner is?”

My mistress smiled. “This is Avery.”

“May I?” Matty asked.

Dianna nodded. “Of course.”

Matty took my hand and kissed it. “You are utterly exquisite, Avery. Gorgeous green eyes — you’re just a little foxy fox, aren’t you?”

I blushed and demurred — but Dianna corrected me: “Avery, say thank you.”

I blushed even more. “Thank you, Miss Matty.”

“We are working on accepting compliments properly,” Dianna added, running her hands through my long, straight hair. “Aren’t we?”

“Yes, mistress,” I nodded.

Matty chuckled. “Well, if you go straight down those stairs, you’ll find all kinds of things to help. Feel free to enjoy it all.”

“I cannot thank you enough for this favor,” Dianna said.

Matty shook her head and chuckled more. “Don’t be silly — you’re doing me a favor by trying it all out.”

‘Will you be down to watch?” Dianna asked.

“Oh, yes, see you in a bit.” Matty smiled and waved us off.

Dianna took my hand and guided me down the steps to the cellar of the brownstone, which had been completely renovated. This was hardly a scary or off-putting sex dungeon, thanks to the nice recessed lights and posh seating area in the center. But all around the room’s perimeter, there were different “activity stations.”

As we took our coats off, Dianna must have seen that my eyes were as wide as saucers.

Dianna laughed and pulled me in for a kiss. My knees swooned in her protective embrace. “Now don’t get overwhelmed,” she said. “There’ll be plenty of time for play here, but your performance this past week got me thinking I should help you improve your multitasking skills.”

“Yes, mistress. Whatever you think is best.”

Dianna patted me on the bum. “Take everything off but your stockings and garter belt.”

I eagerly complied. Dianna led me past a cross and a bench, all the way to a Sybian toy. I already felt wet thinking of the pleasurable vibrations I knew these produced.

“Go on — I know you’re already wet so you can just mount the phallus — that’s right.” Dianna helped me get into position. She picked up the remote control and turned the toy on at its lowest setting. “All right, I want you to just ‘marinate’ a bit like this for a moment.”

I moaned loudly. “Oh, my God — ”

If you haven’t ridden a Sybian before, what you have is not only a flexible dildo to ride to your heart’s content, but also a whole vibrating panel that massages your outer lips and makes your clit want to burst. If I owned one I would never be able walk again — and I feel the same way about the electric wands that you can plug in.

Dianna cranked up the speed a little more and sat behind me to squeeze and pinch my nipples.

I whimpered in pleasure and wiggled my hips so the machine could stimulate my clit more.

“This is nothing, girl, compared to what you’ve put me through this week.” As Dianna continued to play with my breasts, I could feel the pleasure mounting.

“Oh — oh, God. Please...”

“Yes? Well? What is it?” Dianna looked at me quizzically; got to love the British for knowing when to be “dry” at the perfect time.

I moaned and gasped. “C — can I come, please? Please, mistress?”

Dianna sighed. “Very well. You did turn in good work, so as a reward — ” Her voice trailed off and she cranked up the Sybian even higher.

“Ahhh! Yes!” I squealed, feeling the waves of orgasm starting to hit me.

Dianna resumed her torment of my nipples as I came, and then she held me in her arms for a moment.

I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath.

“Good, yes?” I heard Matty’s voice from across the room.

Dianna laughed. “You see what we have here?”

“Ah, well, you can spoil her. It’s the weekend.”

I opened my eyes and smiled. “That was incredible!”

Dianna gave me a sideways glance. “Well, that isn’t all. Come and take a look at this.”

We got up and walked over to a whole other station where there was a cushion, some body pillows for positioning, and a fucking machine with various sized dongs all around.

Matty followed us. “This is brand-new. Dianna, I’ve only told you and a couple other good clients. I just got this in from back home, and as it happens, your girl will be the first to try it.”

My mistress grinned at me. “What do you think, Avery?”

“It looks a little intimidating, but fun.” I looked over the different dildo attachments.

“You can customize whatever you want — or don’t want,” Matty said.

“I think this girl needs a good drilling — in both her holes.” Dianna folded her arms.

My clit tingled at her stern tone.

“Wise choice,” Matty nodded. “Let me show you how to set this up.”

We ultimately decided I would try the machine doggy-style to start, and I gasped audibly before the machine started to move. I love my strap-on and plug action with Dianna to bits, but the fucking machine took me to another planet.

As I felt the cocks slide in and out of my ass and pussy, Dianna swatted me with the riding crop and worked with my nipples more. Sometimes she would even reach down to stimulate my clit in encouragement. But no coming — that was the firm rule.

“Don’t you dare. Not yet,” Dianna admonished me. “I want you to go at least a half-hour.”

Thanks to the marvels of engineering, the next thirty minutes of my life were an orgasmic haze. Dianna had allowed me release on the Sybian, but with the fucking machines, she was teaching me control.

To keep me in line, she would periodically increase my pain with the spankings or nipple pinching, but for the most part, Dianna was a sympathetic coach who kept looking at her phone. “Another minute — one more.”

My face was covered in sweat and my whole body flushed when Dianna permitted my release. In fact, I actually squirted and made a puddle of pussy juice on the floor beneath. “Oh, my God — ohhhh!” The sensations shooting through me were electric.

Matty laughed. “Oh, wow.”

As my arms and legs gave out from such an intense orgasm, my mistress swooped in to catch me.

“There we go.” She gently withdrew both toys from my soaking and sated holes as I wobbled and panted. “Do I need to ask how that was?” She was almost worried as she looked me over.

All I could do in my post-orgasm euphoria was giggle at her.

Dianna broke into a laugh and kissed me on the forehead. “Well, I see you’re much improved now.”

My mistress and I continue to visit the private dungeon beneath our local sex shop. And Dianna has continued my training with the machines. She wants to see if I can last longer than Matty’s new sub, and I’m promised a sizable reward if I do. Before Dianna came into my life, I used to shy away from competition and struggled with my confidence — but now? Game on!