Mistress Dominates submissives: (Femdom, Chastity, Humiliation, Degradation, Sissification)

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Barcelona 2019

The sun was bright, beating a path to old town. I followed it, eyes darting between the uneven cobblestone and often hidden street signs. Not that the signs would do me much good, Barcelona was a city of mazes and it was my first day there. Narrow winding streets tangled atop one another in a fight for dominance with no clear victors.

Luckily my GPS system worked. The little red icon called me home like lonely sirens perched topless on beached rocks calling unaware sailors to their death.

I took my time, eyes darting over each storefront as if summing up a line of submissives, posed naked and vulnerable at auction. Dogs yipped and tales of conversations held in Spanish and Catalan floated by. I paid no mind, instead letting my mind clear and my body settle into the full experience of Spain.

After a few blocks, weaving in and out, I checked my phone. Stopping, I looked up to find the fetish shop window, extending high into the sky like a fortresses’ imposing stone wall.

Perusing local fetish gear was high on my list of musts in every new country, along with attending local munches and Femdom parties. Forgetting my ulterior motive for a moment, I let the invisible rope pull me inside where I floated to a rack at the front of the store, teeming with vinyl outfits.

“May I help you?” a sexy young woman with purple hair, dressed in skintight latex approached.

My eyes roamed languidly over her voluptuous form, landing on her massive red lipsticked pout.

“Yes, my name is Mistress Blue and you are?”


“I’m Jacinta,” she held out a hand, and I shook it.

“Nice to meet you Jacinta. Can you tell me your policy regarding in-store D/s play?”

A smile stretched across her delicate features, lighting up her green eyes. “We encourage most forms of play. Especially power exchange and parading outfits on the floor. Unfortunately, we can’t have public nudity or impact play but we do have several large dressing rooms in the back.” she winked, motioning a hand down the center isle.

“Wonderful.”

“Whenever you’d like to bring your partner in, we’re at your service,” she grinned.

An hour later I sat in a cafe, around the corner from the shop. Holding one manicured hand out to the attractive man sitting across from me, I motioned to him with a finger. “Give me your list.”

His bright blue gaze floated up and then back down again, as he focused on a meticulously handwritten piece of paper on the table in front of him. With a slight tremble, he snatched it up and placed it in my outstretched hand.

“Miss Blue?” his voice shook.

Narrowing my eyes, I glanced up.

“May I use the restroom?”

“You may.” I dismissed him with a wave of my hand. He scooted his chair out and stood, a shock of blond hair falling over one eye. “Logan?”

“Yes, Miss?”

“I’d like another tallat.” Only one day in this fair city and I had already learned the correct Catalan word for the coffee I preferred. When in Barcelona…

“Before I use the restroom or after?”

“After is fine.”

“Thank you Miss, I’ll hurry,” he said.

Ignoring him and the other cafe goers who were bustling about, I looked back down at the fetish list he’d provided. It was thorough, and he’d done exactly as I’d asked which was a good sign for a new submissive. Running a red-lacquered fingernail down the list I committed several items to memory. Highest on his list of wants were face sitting, sissification and service. His dislikes were public humiliation, impact play and CBT but these weren’t hard limits. Instead, I duly noted them, for punishment.

Several moments later a fresh, steaming espresso with a splash of milk appeared next to me and Logan slid back into his chair. He sat silently waiting for me to finish like a proper sub.

I took a sip of my tallat. “Your list matches the one I saw online with the addition of places you’d like your limits pushed, is that correct?”

“Yes Miss,” he took a sip of his own espresso, without lifting his gaze.

“Can you elaborate?”

He put his cup down. “I want to experience light humiliation, if it pleases you. It’s something I’ve always wanted to explore publicly, but it’s outside my comfort zone. I know it pleases many Mistresses and my goal is to be a worthy sub.”

“Noted.”

“But Miss… if I may add…”

“Go ahead.”

“I ultimately hope to please you.”

“As it should be.”

He nodded enthusiastically. “And although we’ve only just met, your profile and our numerous online interactions suggest you are adept at knowing what a sub needs, even if he or she may not.”

I looked up, his gaze quickly flitting away. “That’s right Logan. Most subs think they know what they want but it’s merely based on a fantasy they have. And because fantasies are often better than reality, I like to push people beyond their comfort zones, offering new scenarios that reach past their imaginations.”

His shoulders shook in a full body shudder. “I would like that very much Miss.”

“Good.” I removed a piece of paper from my purse and passed it across the table with a pen. “Here’s your contract. It covers the two weeks I’ll be in Barcelona. If I am not pleased with you, I will end it immediately with no reason given. I forbid you to end it early. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Miss.” He eagerly reached for the pen, signing with only a cursory glance at the contract.

I pulled it back across the table and signed below him. “Good. Now you may call me Mistress.”






The next day I entered the fetish store, glancing around to locate Jacinta. Catching her eye, she flitted over quickly.

“Welcome back. Is there anything I can help you with today?”

“I need an outfit,” I raised my eyebrows.

“Of course, and what is your preferred fabric?”

“Leather is my favorite,” I admitted, “but I’m a tourist and vinyl is the lightest to travel with.”

“It is,” her eyes twinkled. “I think you’ll like the rack on the far wall.” She led me over to a rack teeming with

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Written by Mistress Rain Star
Hochgeladen December 17, 2020
Notes What happens with a lifestyle Dominatrix walks into a sex store in Barcelona? She meets the perfect submissive of course! One she can torture by dressing him up as a sissy and making him prance around the store, then abuse his cock and force him to make her come... what else are submissives for?
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