Domina And Rubens Models, So I Experienced The Sex

Before I came as a domina to the escort in Berlin, I earned my living with a variety of piercing methods. At that time, I worked in a rather sloping shop and had a wide variety of customers.

And although we looked pretty wild and sometimes very bizarre, we were not only very well regarded, but were also visited by all walks of life highly frequented. In this business, it did not really matter what you looked like, because here it was all about the craftsmanship.

Thus, I was able to live out my special fetish on work. Because I loved everything that was made of latex, paint and leather. Thus, I not only pierced nipples in hot leather corsets, but also everything else, which somehow came between my fingers. The pain of other people became a real passion for me, which quickly earned me the name of a dominatrix.

The annoying disadvantage of this Piercerei was the bad merit and so I then started the escort in Berlin as a dominatrix. As a hot and strict Rubens model from Berlin, I designed my profile catalog completely according to my fantasies and hoped thus to meet the taste of SM lovers. With a few other girls, I shared a fairly well-equipped SM studio and created a precise time and roster. As a Rubens model from Berlin I was booked quite often and had my hands full trying to give free rein to my dominant lust.

After a relatively short time, I made a name for myself and specialized in everything that had something to do with needles and weights. But the humiliation was a practice that I not only very much preferred, but also very excited myself. For example, I once had a manager who wanted to get to know the practices of a dominatrix with his arrogant manner. His arrogant and cheeky demeanor challenged me, so I let him wait a bit while visiting the studio. He was such a typical wannabe who believed that all women would fall at his feet if he wanted to.

When he wanted to complain about the waiting time, I looked at him sternly and ordered him to undress completely. Since it was not fast enough for me, there was only something with the whip on the bare butt. Slowly the grin disappeared on his face and he seemed to understand that the Rubensmodel from Berlin is not a big joke. I harshly asked him to stand back on the St. Andrew’s Cross so I could tie him up. So that’s what an arrogant manager looked like, hanging naked and helpless on the chain. Where is the grin? I asked him and attached a clothespin to his nipples.

As a dominant Rubens model, it was a joy to work on him

Where is the arrogance, I asked him and put his eggs in a testicle sword, on which I turned slowly. Internally, I celebrated a celebration of joy and was glad that the escort in Berlin has made such situations possible for me. Then I heated the candle wax to an even tolerable temperature and dribbled it on his half-penis. His whining and bewildering made me so that I was really wet in the crotch. I released one hand from his shackles and allowed him to play me on my clit.

When he had me just before the climax, I also freed the other hand from the fetter and let him kneel in front of me. You may now the elegant Rubensmodel from Berlin, sometimes licking and please slow down. I gave my voice a sharp undertone that would not tolerate any contradiction. I watched as his little pointed tongue licked my column and excited him visibly. After I had my orgasm, I ordered him to stop and offered him out of thanks to lick my boots.

However, he declined this and asked me to untie him again, which I did on the spot. I think he did not quite know what he had to do with this kind of sex and slowly got dressed again. I let him and gave him the good advice that the next time not so cheeky and arrogant, as one should never underestimate a dominatrix of the escort in Berlin. Almost over-friendly, he said goodbye to me and thanked for the meaningful lesson.