Confessions of a Secret Dominatrix

by Mistress Marilyn

  My freshman year, people considered me a preppy girl. With my easy going personality, I was able to hang out with the preps, jocks, nerds and everything in between. Slowly, I started to withdraw from my friends, due to my blossoming relationship. As a young girl in love, he took up most of my time. I wanted to spend every waking moment with him. He was my first real boyfriend, dating each other just over a year. Most of my time was spent watching him on the football field. After all, I was dating a jock. As any couple in love, we decided to have sex for the first time. It was quite funny. Of course, we were petting and getting undressed. He got naked and the first time I laid eyes on his hard, throbbing, purple headed cock, my jaw dropped. All I could think about was, that is supposed to fit? Seriously? Obviously, me being a virgin, my pussy was tight. He took the time to at least get me wet, by playing with my swollen clit. But as young kids, not really knowing what we were doing, it hurt like a bitch going in. After humping, moaning, a little whining on my part, it was over. And like most couples, young and dumb, we split up. So much for romance, huh? After our break up, I started hanging out with my friends more. We decided to go to a party. Of course, we ended up sneaking some alcohol in and decided to get tipsy for the first time. Out of nowhere, it seemed, police showed up as we all were hanging out on the front porch. Me, being the loudest of the bunch, the police officers made me take a breathalyzer. I blew 0.02, after drinking a wine cooler. Or was it two? Laughing, as they left, I knew this probably wouldn't be the first or last time I got a damn ticket for underage drinking. Matter of fact, we liked hanging out and drinking so much, we went to another house party the very next weekend! Walking up to the house, the party was in full swing. Kids laughing, kissing, drinking and getting rowdy. One of the kids decided we needed some music, and cranked the stereo real loud. Another one of the kids grabbed a bottle and started the old game “Spin the Bottle”. After drinking, kissing strangers and more drinking, you will never guess what happened next. Yup, the damn cops showed up again! This time I got smart, and made a break for the woods with some other chick that was at the party. We felt like such rebels, running from the law!

  I received a ride home from a girl that ran into the woods with me. Playing it smart, I thought it might be easier to throw a party at my house a few weeks later. I could drink till I threw up, use my bedroom for a quickie if I wanted, and I didn't have to run from the cops, because I was already home. So, my cousin Kelley and I decided to throw the get together at our grandparent’s house. They were out of town and would never know, since we were going to clean everything up, before they arrived home. Yeah, right. Big mistake. We invited about fifteen people, but everybody knows how house parties go. About forty people showed up. Some of the neighbors calling and asking us to turn the music down. I didn’t give a fuck. I was drunk and decided to just open the front door and moon them. We were drinking grape juice and 100 proof vodka that night. People were on the back deck, smoking pot. My cousin Kelley decided to quit drinking because the party was getting out of control. Someone had to be sober to make decisions. My grandparents had two bathrooms. All of a sudden people started puking everywhere, in the bathtub, sink, toilet, and hallways. I mean it was everywhere! Kelley saw me in the living room dry heaving, so she put me in my grandpa’s bed. My eyes were rolling in the back of my head and I was sweating. I almost died in my grandpa’s bed, from alcohol poisoning. In the meantime, poor Kelley was kicking people out and cleaning up puke at the same time.

  As I woke from my stupor the next day, I helped clean up the trashed house. I tried to somehow make it up to Kelley for helping me survive. I had the worst hangover ever in the world! The worst thing was, our grandparent’s washer was broke and we had to go to the laundry mat to wash all the sheets and everything that was puked on. Scraping up enough quarters, we got everything washed. We got back to the house and it smelled like alcohol, puke, and a bunch of my Grandpa's cologne that I had sprayed earlier to cover up the awful smell. Kelley and I got the bed made and cleaned the house from top to bottom. We prayed we wouldn’t get caught. Thankfully, our grandparents never found out about "The Puke Party". I had to learn the hard way. Know your limits or just don’t drink. I'm a rare social drinker now. You would think that I would have learned, seeing alcoholics in a stupor growing up, that I just wouldn't drink, Alcohol disease runs in my family and if that night wouldn't have happened I'm sure I would have grown up to be an alcoholic.

  Ever since high school, I have held a job. I had been on medicine for most of my early teen years, for ADHD. One day I started to sell my Ritalin, to prove to myself that I didn’t need it anymore. I really never liked taking medicine and I feel the same way to this day. I proved to myself I didn’t need the medication to be normal. So, I would take a couple out of the bottle and do my little pill deal. Discovering that there were thirty pills in a bottle, selling them for three bucks a piece to people that wanted a cheap high. That’s ninety dollars a month. I had to pay for my gas and car insurance. And that is how my side hustling job began, to make ends meet. As any high school kid, I would skip school. To not get in trouble, I would make up doctor's appointments and forge my mom’s signature. The nurse never really paid attention and I was scott free for the day, to hang out with my friends, smoke pot and get the munchies. Of course, anyone that smokes, knows you get the munchies. Spending our last dimes, we would go to the closest store and stock up on chips, cokes and crap. One day we didn’t have any rolling papers or a bowl, so we got a coke can and smoked out of that, you have to make do with what you have. We were silly for smoking it out of a coke can. On my seventeenth birthday, my friends and brother in law got a keg and decided to throw a birthday party for me. They were charging five dollars a person, give you a cup and you were allowed to enter the party. I remember people parking in the ditches just to get in. There were probably almost a hundred people there, a lot of people from school and a shit load of people I didn't even know! I did my first keg stand that night. It only lasted for about ten seconds, since I didn't really know what I was doing. It was really foamy. When I wasn't skipping school, I took an art class. My teacher was really cool. She taught us pottery and we learned about different clays, and ovens. I made this bowl and it actually turned out good, but it was challenging. I was all in the musicals and plays, but I didn’t have a major role. I loved to help put make up on everybody before the shows, getting people ready to be on stage and calming their stage fright. My junior year, I was elected to go to Signature School. You actually had to write an essay on why you wanted to attend the school, to just even be considered admittance. Your grades had to be very good in order to get in to this school, since this was a school for gifted children. I was accepted and very proud of that. I continued my love and attended classes for dance, theater, and music there. My grades weren't that bad, but I did struggle with Spanish and Geometry. I had a hard time taking tests, even getting some bad grades, even though I would study like crazy. Through hard work and dedication, I did make the honor roll for all four years of school. I really did try in school. That’s what my mother taught me and I think I did pretty well. She was proud of me.

  I always found things to do with my time, volunteering in politics, even working a campaign for a local politician. It was summer time, my junior year, as the campaign was wrapping up. Finally getting some free time, as with any teen, it was spent with friends during the summer. And that is how I met Henry.

  Chapter 3

  Meeting Henry

  My junior year of high school, I meet Henry at a friend’s house. I pursued him. He always looked so mad, so one day I decided to call him out on it. His response was “I don't know”. Wanting to see more of him, I took the lead and suggested we should spend more time together. Noticing he was at times painfully shy, I called him first and made arrangements to go to the movies. Our first date was spent at the movie theater watching “Big Daddy”. We laughed so hard during the movie, we almost peed our pants! He was the first guy, to make me smile and
laugh in a long time. We did a lot of things together. Our time together was spent camping, going on walks, fishing, etc. I’m not the type of person that’s afraid of Mother Nature. I embrace it; it lets me find peace within my busy and crazy life. Winters were a little hard, since we couldn't get out much, so we would sing karaoke and pay all sorts of games at his

  parent's place. Matter of fact, we didn't have to go anywhere or do anything, I just truly enjoyed being with him. I quit smoking pot for about a year so I could focus on school and be the best student I could be. Henry smoked pot the whole time and I didn’t mind. When he would smoke around me, I would want to smoke but I stayed strong. Before long, I was smoking a little here and there again. During our time together, he was always upbeat and fun. On Valentine’s Day, he rented a hotel room, surprising me. Walking in, there were fresh red roses on the table, candles, even sexy red, lacy lingerie that consisted of a baby doll top and a g-string on the dresser. Henry thoughtfully set the table with our food on it. Chicken strips and a baked potato, were on the menu. It was a very romantic night.

  After dinner, I changed into my new lingerie. It fit perfect, hugging all my curves and exposing my beautiful breasts, just enough. He laid back on the bed, watching me, as I walked across the room. Like a smart boy, he already got undressed. Biting my lip, I straddled him, letting my breasts brush over his naked chest. Sitting on top of his stomach, I could feel his big, hard dick standing at attention, on my ass. He leaned up to give me a deep, sensual kiss. Hands in my hair, he pulled me completely on top of him. My pussy grinding on his dick, as our kisses got deeper and more passionate. Suddenly, I felt myself being swung around onto my back. He ripped my g-string off in one swift motion. Finger tips along my shoulders, as I felt his lips engulf my nipples. Gently, Henry cupped my breast, sucking and biting as he lavished attention on my upper half. Slowly, I felt trailing kisses and nibbles across my stomach, stopping short, right above my mound. Lacing his arms underneath my legs, he looked up at me, as to ask if it was ok, if he could lick my now dripping wet pussy. A moan confirmed his silent question, as he dove in with such enthusiasm, it made me scream. His tongue swirled around my clit, diving deep into my dripping hole, as if he wanted to touch my cervix. Damn, he was good! My hands found their way into his hair, entwining my fingers into the top of his head. My hips bucked and thrusted to meet his rhythm of tonguing me. I was in somewhere land, hips moving, head deep in the pillow, grabbing his hair. I didn't ever want him to stop. Beads of sweat started forming on my neck, slowly running down my engorged breasts. Henry gently slid two fingers into my tight pussy, working in rhythm of my thrusts and his tongue. His tongue swirling around my swollen clit. Arching my back, I grabbed his hair hard and forced his face deep into my pussy. Henry's fingers deep in my cunt, I gave one last thrust and was overwhelmed with a mind blowing, star seeing, spine tingling orgasm. It left my body in a sweaty, shaking heap. A low moan escaped his lips, as he looked up and smiled at me. “Feel better?” he asked. All I could do was muster a grin as I drifted off to sleep in his strong arms. His heart beating in my ear, as I slept. As any high school couple deep in love, Henry and I went to prom together my senior year. I was dressed in a gorgeous, long dress, embroidered with beads. It was a beautiful blue hue that got lighter as it went down. Henry was very handsome in his all white suit, with a matching blue hankie in his breast pocket. We stopped by my aunt’s house; she planned to make us a romantic dinner before prom. We had steak, with green beans, mashed potatoes, it was a fantastic dinner. The table was beautifully set, with candles. We even had a wonderful dessert. She was very careful in her preparation for the night. It was a night that I fondly remember, always with a smile on my face. My grandparents even chipped in, getting us a sleek, black limousine for the evening. It was so exciting getting into a limousine for the first time with the man that I adored. We felt like a million bucks going to the prom. All eyes were on us, when we arrived. I was hoping to dance the night away with Henry, but we just danced to a few songs. I guess, dancing to a few songs was better than none. See, for some reason, Henry never felt very comfortable around crowds. Or maybe, it was because he just wanted me all to himself. I never saw the signs back then.

  Henry and I were in a serious relationship and we wanted to take it to the next level. We decided to buy a house. After months of looking, we finally found a house. It was a fixer upper, as some people say, due to the fact that it had fire damage. That meant, we had to remodel everything, from top to bottom, and everything in between. His parent's had an RV that they let us move onto the property, since we couldn't live in the house with everything going on. The RV was small and a piece of shit. Two people in it meant it was crowded. It reminded me of a line in a famous Christmas movie. “Now, that there is an RV, Clark!” We showered and used the bathroom next door, since his parents lived in the house next to us. With us being in cramped quarters, I needed to get out with my friends and breathe. Unfortunately for me, he was in a criticizing mood again. Talking bad about my friends, telling me what to wear, not letting me put make up on. I didn't like the side I was seeing, but it wouldn't have been the first time he had done such a thing. Not growing up in a happy home, can take a toll on a person and how they form relationships. I knew it; I just don't think he did. Feeling sorry for him, but mad at myself for letting our relationship get that far, I did what any smart, young woman would do. I left and moved out. He was getting to controlling for a free spirited person like me. Of course, I thought my love could save him, change him even. Boy, again as with many situations in my life, I was wrong.

  After leaving Henry, I moved into this house with three of my friends. Sharing a bedroom again with another girl was odd, since I had been with Henry for so long. It seemed like this was a party house and reminded me of my teenage years. Some of the parties got down right violent, drunk people would throw there cups at each other and cuss up a storm. I guess, that was the norm around here. While I lived there, I did meet a young man, he was so different from Henry. Sweet, caring, encouraging and loving. Did I mention, that he was good in bed and had an amazing body. I guess, I also left out the part that he was hung like a horse. And his tongue? God, he could do some tricks with that thing that would make a girl drop to her knees! We were together for a couple of months. I made it clear, from the start that I didn't want a relationship. He grumbled a bit, but eventually was ok with it. Henry and I had some mutual friends living at the house. They all dropped by for a visit, one day. Henry looked horrible! His eyes were sunken in, he looked like he hadn't slept in days. But most of all, you could see the heart break in his sad eyes. Right then, I made up my mind to end my fling and try to make it work with Henry. As all controlling men say, he fed me the lines of “I'm sorry”, “I'll change” and “It was me, not you”. I don't know about you, but those lines always pulled on my heart strings.

  So, we found ourselves dating again, and in love, just like old times. There was just one small problem. Since I wasn't with anyone steady, I decided to stop taking my birth control. I know, you will chuckle to yourself, as I tell you this story, because a lot of women and some men will identify with me. One night, in the heat of passion, picture this. Not being able to make love to each other, we were like wild animals. He was standing in front of me, cock swollen, hard as a rock with my moist lips wrapped all the way around the shaft. My lips almost touching the little tuft of hair on the base of his dick. I tried to swallow him whole, missing his scent and taste. On a whim, he fought back his orgasm, grabbing me and throwing me down on all fours in the bedroom. I found myself, with legs spread wide, to give him deep entrance to my throbbing cunt. Dripping and whimpering in anticipation of his thick, swollen, purple tip intruding my body. He slid in behind me, hand firmly around my waist. Ever so slowly, he takes the thick tip of his dick and slides it in my hot, wet pussy. Just the tip! It was driving me fucking crazy! He would slide it out, and slide it back in. Again, just the tip. Teasing my cunt mercilessly, I begged him to fuck me r
ight on the bedroom floor. And as any man that wants his woman back, he fucked me good that night. In one swift motion, I got the thick, rock hard, eight inches I was begging for. Deep, hard and long. He pounded my wet pussy, till I begged him to let me cum. And one long, hard stroke of the fat cock I missed so much, sent me to heaven. Body trembling, legs were shaking, lip biting with screams, my orgasm swept over me like a tsunami. He followed with his own orgasm, shortly thereafter. But knowing, I wasn't on birth control, he pulled out. Thick strands of salty, musky cum all over my beautiful round ass. And just like that, we crashed. Bodies spent on the bedroom floor.