I am Hera, yes of course this is not my real name, but what does this concern you?! I rule over all of you and you are only my slaves. Bound by my beautiful face, I can and will do whatever I want with you. You want to resist me? Do it and I will punish you!!!!
Mistress with body and soul
I am a mistress with body and soul. I would like to have power over all the people in this world. However, in reality, I can only make a small part of humanity my slaves and slave girls. Namely those who enter my BDSM studio.
I could share the wildest stories about my work, as a mistress, with you. But actually I would like to reveal here only a very specific story. A story that shows that even the strongest person can be enslaved.
I get to know my master
It was a pleasant spring day. My day actually started at 9 a.m., which is very early for me. I prefer to work at night. That's when the men are at their horniest and I'm at my best. But now came a special customer request.
Someone wanted a morning session in my studio. He wanted to start punctually at 10 o'clock, with bondage games, whipping and Co. He even asked explicitly for a bondage board. Since I am well equipped, I have such a thing of course in the studio ready.
In addition, I offered him bondage ropes for special experiences. He liked it. He is already looking forward to the visit with me, he said. I just thought to myself, yes on the phone you still think I'm nice and fulfill all your wishes. But once you are in my BDSM studio, you dance exclusively to my whistle!
Oh I love it so much to oppress people. To me come men and women alike who love to be treated as little sissy. Often they even cry while doing it and yet they are so aroused that they can't find an end. And I enjoy every second of it.
Now the time had come, the man should step through the door any moment. The sun was so unfavorable that it blinded me as I looked toward the door. I caught sight of nothing but a great wide shadow. I heard heavy footsteps and a deep voice wished me a good morning.
This voice sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. So masculine, so deep, so hot! I asked him to come closer, and finally step out of that damn sun. I wanted to see all of him!
My breath caught for the first time in my life.
A strapping guy of 6'2" with a neat haircut, mottled gray hair, neatly trimmed beard and mega broad shoulders stood before me. He was maybe in his mid 40's, maybe late 40's. It was hard to guess as he seemed to keep very fit with exercise. His white shirt was tight and every muscle showed underneath.
His jeans also indicated that he was well endowed. This man was going to let me oppress him?! I hardly dared to ask him onto the bondage board. I drank a sip first to regain my voice. I also offered him something and he accepted it gratefully.
Let the role reversal begin
Let's go to the studio he murmured to me and directed me to my own studio. I began to sweat and did not know what happened to me. Instead of the self-confident Hera, I was now a helpless girl, stuttering stupidly to myself.
Get on your knees and undo my pants, the male deep voice said to me. And what did I do? I obeyed! There was nothing I could do about it. I knelt in front of him and opened his jeans. A taut member throbbed towards me and literally demanded that I take it into my mouth.
But when I started to do so, he hit me hard in the face and pushed me to the floor. I wanted to rebel, but there he already grabbed the whip that hung on the wall and raised it threateningly above me. I cowered like a beaten puppy. But I was not afraid. On the contrary, the power of this unknown man caused undreamt-of fires to flare up in me. I waited anxiously to see what he would do to me.
From now on you are my slave. Your time as ruler is over, from now on I take over this store and also you! "Yes master," I confirmed him. He put down the whip without having used it. However, he looked at the wall with the complete selection of whipping devices.
A throaty laugh escaped him as he reached for the peeled cane with latex cover. I was the one who now had to get on the bondage board after I had to undress in front of him. Shame I did not know until then, because I actually look quite horny. But this Mr. Perfect did something to me.
I felt small, ugly and useless. Moreover, I longed to feel his body and take his punishments.
A whole morning passed with him doing whatever he wanted to me. I was now tester of my almost complete equipment. Starting with various crops and whips, to the anal hook, shackles, collar and Co, he did things to me that I had only ever done to others.
Now I knew why they enjoyed it so much. To be so submissively at someone's disposal is a fulfillment. I went from mistress to slave.
United in an unusual way
The man did not remain a one-time customer, if he could be called a customer at all. He is now mine. Every single one of his muscles is mine. I may and can feel him whenever I want. However, I am always the one to be enslaved.
We share the studio in the meantime. We take turns with our clients and sometimes we do sessions together. Our business is booming. And after work, we enjoy ourselves in our own studio. But today I have special plans with him.
The first magic is gone and I become myself again. Here returns and he will feel this today. It is time that the master becomes a slave!
