Bound by Her Gaze – My First Session with a Domina

I didn’t know what to expect. I had always fantasized about submission — about surrendering control to someone who truly knows what they want. In her messages, she was cool, precise. She called me “boy” with a certainty that lodged itself in my mind and refused to leave.

The door to the studio opened quietly. She walked in slowly, with confident steps, dressed in tight black latex that gleamed under the soft glow of red lights. Her gaze was sharp, cold, and completely unquestionable. In one hand, she held a rattan cane. She didn’t speak — she just looked.

And in that moment, I was already bound.

Not by rope. By her gaze.

-“Undress,” - she said coolly.

I trembled slightly but obeyed without a word. My body wasn’t perfect, but she examined it with a calm, clinical approval — like one might assess a tool. Would it be useful? Would it perform well?

She told me to kneel. Hands clasped behind my neck. As she approached, I could smell leather and something spicy in the air — an invisible tension that stirred my senses. She slowly circled me like a huntress testing the limits of her prey. Her fingers, cold and sure, touched the back of my neck and slid down my spine. Goosebumps erupted across my skin.

-“You like being a good boy, don’t you?”

-“Yes, Mistress.”

Her laugh was soft, sensual. As if she already knew just how much I craved this.

She blindfolded me. Darkness amplified everything — every touch, every sound, every scent. When I felt cool silk binding my wrists behind my back, I held my breath. Then came the straps on my ankles, leather tight and final. I was helpless. And more aroused than ever before.

Her voice came close to my ear.

-“Don’t be afraid. I want you to remember every moment — and ache for them.”

Then came the punishment. Not brutal — deliberate. The cane sliced through the air and landed on my thighs. The sting spread like warmth — not pain, but something that awakened my senses. Between the strikes, there was time to breathe, to wait. Every moment was intentional. She built tension like an artist — a strike, a whisper, fingers trailing down my back as if rewarding my endurance.

At one point, I felt her lips on my neck. Soft, almost in defiance of everything that had come before. And that contrast — that switch from ice to warmth, from firmness to tenderness — was the most arousing of all. She led me through emotion like a musician playing an instrument.

I felt... fulfilled. Seen. Dominated not by force, but by confidence. I gave myself to her completely — not out of fear, but desire.

When she finally untied me and removed the blindfold, I looked at her with deep gratitude. Her gaze was softer now, but still commanding.

-“You did well,” - she said, and she smiled - a smile that sent a shiver through every inch of my body.

That was the first session. But it won’t be the last.