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The Breaking

Updated: Jul 29, 2020

I can sense his shyness by the waning force of the knocks against my dungeon door.


“Umm, it’s Derek," his head peeks through the small threshold of the cracked door, "...we have an appointment at 5:30...”

“I'm aware of that."

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry."

The ambiguity of my answer keeps him planted in the small entrance, and I am pleased by this subtle indicator as to the quality of his virgin submission. "You may enter.”

The apprehension resonating through his knocks proves correct; he is noticeably timid as he enters my domain with twitchy hands across his torso and wide eyes that voraciously scan the large equipment along the deep walls of my dungeon.

My voice interrupts his silent intake, “Come.”

His eyes jolt over to me and he slowly approaches with the same nervous fidgeting. When he arrives at my throne, his flushed cheeks are evident, his nervous energy palpable, and I am overcome with the need to use it; exploit it; guide it. “Kneel. Legs wide."

He is quick to drop onto the large pet bed in front of my seat.

"Good. Now place your palms on the back of your head."

He is slightly hesitant settling into such a surrendered position, and a rush of Dominance surges through me as I watch his head naturally lower under the weight of his untrained prostration.

“Very good. This is 'First Position.' Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Now, did you read the contract I sent you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you have any questions?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Good. There is a piece of paper on a small table to the left of that large ‘X’ along the back wall," I nod. "Bring it to me.”

He begins to stand, "Yes, Mistress."

My voice sharpens to a fine point, “Did I say you could stand in my presence?”

“, Mistress.”

I raise my eyebrows and nod to the ground in front of me, "Then get the fuck down."

He instantly drops, this time with his face instinctively to the floor.

“Better. Now, when I instruct you to do a task, it will be performed on your knees unless I explicitly state otherwise. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You are NEVER to stand in my presence. Do you understand?”

His voice has shifted to a soft and delicate tone, “Yes Mistress. It will never happen again.”

“Good. Now go.”

As I watch his palms and knees experience the sensation of my wood floor for the first time, I revel in the knowledge that the breaking has just begun.


If you enjoyed this sample of "The Breaking," you'll love volume two of Red Room Diaries: FemDom Edition!

In the second installment of Red Room Diaries, I pull back the curtain on female Domination with seven new FemDom stories inspired by my time as a professional Dominatrix, revealing the intense eroticism of the female-led dynamic in both a professional and personal light.

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