Experience Life under the Guidance of Madam Inanna in Part 1
I was lucky to stumble upon a fantastic dominatrix online - let's call her Inanna. She hails from the Middle East and owes her name to Inanna, the Mesopotamian goddess of love, war, fertility, beauty, sex, divine law, and power. It's both fitting and ironic!
Inanna is a follower of psychological manipulation and identifies my flaws and insecurities. Every week, she assigns me a written task. Over time, she delves deeper into my psyche. I'm mesmerized by her intelligence and her discernment, visualizing her as both my patient and counselor. I've spent most of my time with her, listening to her needs and asking about her life. She's a strong woman who's escaped a country where women are oppressed by their culture.
Out of nowhere, she asked whether I could ever fall in love with her. I looked down, whispered, "I already have, Ma'am."
Inanna gazed into my eyes with her stunning, dark ones adorned with eye shadow and her perfect red lipstick. Her domineering presence was apparent. "It's about time we progressed," she whispered. "Are you prepared?"
I nodded, and she patted me tenderly on the cheek. "Once you've gone through this, change is inevitable. I'll be in touch."
Inanna sent a brief and precise message on Google Chat. "Be at my residence precisely at 7 pm on Friday with your uniform and other accessories. Approach the back door where an envelope will be fastened. Don't forget that your "sissy pussy" and "clit" must be free of hair. You'll receive further instructions."
Upon arrival at her home, I adhered to her instructions and found an envelope pinned to the back door. She told me to head to the master bedroom but didn't mention opening the envelope. Entering her house felt creepy, especially knowing she might be waiting for me in the room. The location was quiet, even though it seemed that way.
I waited, not daring to make a sound. After ten minutes, I received a text..."Open the envelope, read the document, sign it, take a photo of the document with your signature, and text it back to me."
The envelope contained a letter informing me that I was about to enter a Female Lead Relationship with her, and as a result, the first of many disciplinary actions would be administered for my lies and misconduct during the earlier stages of our correspondence and meetings. The cruelest surprise was yet to come: at the bottom, it mentioned that if I declined the conditions, she'd forward the entire exchange of messages to my wife and my employer.
I shuddered, physically shaking. "Suppose you can't do that?" I wondered, as her email address and my employer's were at the bottom of the page.
An instruction appeared 5 minutes later in our chat: "Get dressed in your maid outfit, lock yourself in your chastity device, place all items you brought on the dresser, and hang up your male clothes. Make sure the room is impeccable. Send me a message. Then kneel in the corner with your hands behind your back and remain stationary."
I followed her orders, messaged her, and knelt in the corner, my hands behind my back. It felt like an eternity, but probably only 10 minutes had passed before the slow clicking of heels came from the hallway. The door creaked open, and Inanna entered the room, silently performing her duties and preparing for the following few hours.
After some time, I felt her standing behind me. Without uttering a word, she grabbed my ear and pulled me upright. She turned me around so we were face-to-face, and she stared at me, causing me to whimper. She then removed the pin holding my chastity cage in place and replaced it with a padlock, clicking it shut. She dangled the key on a gold chain around her neck.
I couldn't help but notice her ample cleavage as her breasts strained against her white blouse with several undone buttons. She seemed to be wearing a black lace bra. She grinned mischievously as she snapped a few photos of my penis in the cage and then the key dangling between her breasts.
"I think these pics will come in handy," she said. "Let's see if they'll elicit a response. While she was still looking at me, she picked up my caged penis and remarked, "How disappointing that you can't even fill the cage with your small d***. No wonder you've been unable to satisfy your wife or anyone else, for that matter."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means you're in for some major changes starting tonight. I'll also share some surprising information shortly," she said vaguely. "For now, though, we have a lot to attend to, and I'm afraid it will be quite unpleasant for you. You've known for weeks this was coming, and now the time has come. Get ready to have your hands bound."
I did as instructed, and she went to the dresser to fetch some items. It struck me that she was still dressed in an office-appropriate skirt, blouse, and nylons. The skirt, which clung to her hips and derriere, was slightly too short. She must have caught me staring at her derriere since she snapped,
"Don't you dare stare at my ass, Princess. That's extremely disrespectful and will cost you dearly!"
She swiftly slapped my face, causing me to gasp.
In no time, my wrists were tightly bound with an old pair of nylons. She pulled my panties back up and took more photos of my penis in the sheer black panties. She led me to the bed, instructing me to kneel at her feet.
"It's time for you and I to have a conversation. Make sure you look at me when I'm speaking," she said. She delivered a few slaps across my face before grabbing my chin and forcing me to look back at her.
"Answer my questions carefully and only respond or speak when I say to," she snapped.
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