My First Online Domination Session

Recently I had my first paid webcam experience as a Domme, and I believe it went well...

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For the purpose of the session, I was dressed in nothing but an open black suit jacket and a good, twinkling black choker, with some ruby-red lipstick for good measure. I found I liked it a lot; the flash of the milky porcelain skin of my chest alluding to my perfect breasts, that hung invitingly just beneath the silky black material.



Simple, but elegant. Commanding.


With a mild sense of uneasy trepidation I logged into my webcam client, and waited for him to appear. I have to admit, I was nervous. Would I do a good job? It was my first time Dominating anyone other than my partner after all, would he even like me? I had knowingly jumped in at the deep end, and I would see it though no matter what. I'm doing this because toying with lesser people is my life, I reminded myself. I am a Goddess, and I would have to prove that to the world.
My hesitation melted away as he logged in and spoke of his own shyness, his nerves, and his dire need for humiliation among other things... Perfect. The predatory, cruel streak in me flared hotly as I thought of how to torment him, how much fun I could have winding him around my little finger.


I began the call, and allowed him to see me sat there waiting, a cherry-flavoured lollipop hanging tantalizingly from my glossy, scarlet lips.


His expression immediately melted to one of awestruck adoration upon looking at me, and I knew from that moment I had him; my spell was already taking hold. With a little time, a little encouragement, this man would do anything I wanted.
He was in his forties and quite handsome, well built. A man who looks after himself, diligently attends the gym, I reckoned with an almost bored expression. He very obediently stepped back when I brusquely ordered him to, and turned around so I could get a better look at him.


He pleased me.


I then immediately had him strip without giving him time to think; he would have to show me his naked form out in the open, nowhere to run. I relished his humiliated expression, the man blushing hard, as I forced him to turn and show me his bare ass. He was already hard, filthy pig, already getting off on the idea that I was looking at his worthless self, judging and scrutinizing every last inch of him.

The thought that someone would do this to themselves just because I said so made my nipples hard; I could feel them catching oh-so-slightly on the smooth grey silk of the jacket's inner panels as he hung onto my every word, like a love-struck puppy. Not that I'd tell *him* that of course.

Now, I had heard a certain dirty boy had been repeatedly touching himself, without Mistress's permission, looking at her pictures! Now that is absolutely not on. The idea of him panting, sweating, cumming to the image of my perfect form without my say-so infuriated me. I chastised him viciously, and had him leave a big, shiny red hand-print on that disobedient arse. Then again, and again, and again until he was trembling at the knees, weak from the stinging heat of his own beating, voice trembling as he thanked me over and over for the punishment as his arse tingled and throbbed with the pain.


I didn't stop there. Of course I didn't.


I then had him spank himself, five more times on each sensitive cheek, and made him count aloud with yet more thanks. He was sorry, oh so sorry.. But I didn't believe him. Mistress had him use his wife's very own prized hairbrush then to teach him some more manners.. He was rock hard by now, dripping precum, struggling not to touch himself at the idea that his wife would be using the same brush that had spanked his pathetic arse raw.

When Mistress was satisfied that he could take no more, It was time for a change of pace. I had him tell me, much to his horror, all about his darkest desires and fantasies.. I watched him blush to his core, awkward and stammering, as he told me all about what he wanted the most.. He begged for me. Would have given anything to catch the scent of my hair, the warmth of my perfumed skin.. Worthless pig. If I ever get my claws on him I'll teach him a lesson he won't soon forget..

At my command he begged weakly for forgiveness, told me just how sorry he was.. I rewarded him by ordering him to slap himself again, this time on the inner thighs, reciting over and over that he's a bad, dirty boy for what he'd done. Precum dripped to the pale carpet as he obediently endured and obeyed, face a little red, his cock now throbbing painfully; utterly desperate for release. Then, as a last act of delicious punishment, I had him recite his worthless apology once more as he brutally spanked his now not-so-red arse pink and smarting again. The loud, sharp SMACK! reverberated around his master bedroom, and I let him see a beautiful, cruel smile. I was somewhat satisfied with his torment.

Then and only then did I show him any mercy. But naturally, it wasn't without a price- I finally, graciously allowed him to touch himself, to chase that much needed release, but he had to recite to me his most depraved wishes, much to his embarrassment.
His voice shook with shame as he feverishly stroked himself like a desperate animal, sighing in relief but simultaneously shying away from my sharp gaze, stammering but gasping with every welcome touch. His confessions were not as dark as I had hoped, fairly innocent stuff.. He was a seasoned panty-thief, enjoyed masturbating into his prize after inhaling their sweet scent.. He dreamt of one day getting caught smelling them and being severely punished by my Glorious Self for his filthy little secret.. A dream I may one day make come true, if the impulse so takes me.

However I must say, to watch someone cringing in pure shame as they cum messily all over themselves is most delightful.

With a wicked laugh and a wink, I ended our session.



I hope to spend a little time with him again soon.