Roulette and Mister P talk about how they met, the idiosyncrasies of their female-led existence, and explore the best way to meet a kinky (dominant) woman.

Diary of a Domiantrix #8

Like other women I’ve dated, Roulette developed an non-penetrative way to achieve orgasm from all of her years spent as an abstinent teenager. She has the ability to sit in my lap and grind her naked pussy against my cock until she achieves orgasm. It’s quite hot, actually; particularly, if it’s being coupled with a tease and denial scene, as she is often wont to do.

As I’ve written in prior posts, episodes of chastity tend to give me these overwhelming feelings of intensity. On Saturday night, I was definitely feeling it, and she had already let me know that I would NOT be coming this weekend. I felt the telltale sense of growing awe as I got home from work that night and looked upon her; the femininity of her body always seems so amazing about three days into chastity. The shape of her face, the heave of her breasts, and the feel of her ass, all seem to be entirely new; it’s as though she were the only woman in the world to me.

But with that sense of awe also comes a sense of dread, for she is going to use me for her pleasure and I am to be kept wanting. With that in mind, she took me over to the couch, sat straddle of my lap, and started kissing me. She and I really enjoy long make-out sessions, although, during these times my submissiveness really comes through. I just melt under her as she pushes my face back and runs her tongue down the length of my neck. We continue making out as she whips my longing for her into a fevered pitch and then commands me to take my pants off. I do so and sit submissively on the couch waiting for her next move.

She stands before me as I sit on the couch and look at her. Given my submissive mindset and the need to come, the power of her sexuality intimidates and scares me as she lowers her panties to her ankles. I have no idea what she’s going to do to me, but I’m already under her thumb and feel a growing sense of dread as she straddles my lap. She positions herself so that her pussy is rubbing right against my cock and begins to grind away as I’m forced to helplessly watch her get herself off. (more…)

As you can imagine, in a relationship between a professional poker player and a dominatrix who are madly in love, a lot of time will be spent with each other. Since we both have flexible jobs that don’t demand that we be anywhere at any particular time, we would often find occasions to spend lots of time together rather than each spending time pursuing our prospective professions. It is both the blessing and the curse of unstructured professions that you can do it whenever you want her, and lovers can often find occasions to do each other instead of their work.

But all that’s starting to change now. I’ve gotten a regular job… as a professional poker player. As strange as it may seem, a casino where I would frequently play has decided to employ me there to play poker and pay me $25 an hour. That would be in addition to the money I win, which makes it closer to $40 an hour or so. The money was too good for me to pass up, so it’s off to work I go. If you can call it that.

But the prospect of spending far more time apart from each other every week was going to present a challenge to the two of us who had grown so used to spending so much time together. So my mistress decided that we would use chastity play to help increase the intensity of the time we did spend together. Of course, the fact that she just finished a book on male chastity might have had something to do with influencing her decision. No matter, she is correct. Chastity play will help to focus a real intensity in the time we spend together.

As part of the exercises of the book, she wanted me to keep a journal here of my feelings. According to the book, it will help her know how I am moving through the eroticism, past the frustration, and into developing an even closer bond as I learn to focus my energy. I have no idea if she is right, but I am hopeful. Currently, on a scale of 1 to 5, I would have to rate my arousal at a 3 and my frustration at a 2. I feel good and am looking forward to going to “work” and taking people’s money.

I’ll keep everyone posted as my state progresses.