Loser interrupts Mistress Vengeance…

Recently I was asked about what it’s like to be a Dominatrix by a group of women while I was frequenting a local bar. Now, one of the women was an Occupational Therapist for children with Autism, and every time I share my experience with how I interact with men who see me for a particular fetish she would say “That’s disgusting.” or “I can’t see how you can do what it is you do.”. While I was speaking from experience on the various kinds of fetishes that some of the men I have met and dealt, a patron kept interrupting the conversation. So while she was asking her questions, I decided to give a small demonstration on how I deal with the types of men that come and see me in my sessions.

Mind you I first was nice (which is a rare thing) and asked him to please be quiet while I was speaking, however he obviously did not hear me (not to mention he was feeling the alcohol he had ingested before coming outside), so I took the initiative. I grabbed him by his lovely shoulder length hair by the fist full and got his full attention. I then looked at the women that had circled around me and told them that this is how I deal with insubordination. In which I forced the unlucky fool down to his knees by his hair. When he started to complain I asked him if he knew who I was, upon which he said “No.” Now this was where everything got interesting for the group of women as I explained who I was and that I did not appreciate being interrupted, and that now he was going to become my little experiment for the evening. His eyes lit up once the fog quickly cleared up, and then he thought that it would be cute to rub his face into my thigh. I snatched him up by his hair and slapped him across the face inquiring with him whether or not he had permission to even touch me. He said “No Mistress.” after being corrected with a swift slap across his face twice more. The ladies were surprised that I had such complete control of the situation. After about 20 minutes of kneeling in the dirt next to me I told him to get up and return to the party. The ladies laughed at him as he stumbled back inside the building.
I then told the ladies because I am a Natural Dominant Female and I not only work as a Professional Dominatrix, that I live this lifestyle twenty-four hours a day, controlling men comes naturally.
Throughout the night I kept watch over the patrons in the bar, assisting my co-workers in Security. The unlucky fool kept his eyes on every move I made all night long. (LOL) He was so pathetic!! Like a lost puppy looking for his Owner.
Since that night, he has returned to the bar and is a good boy.