The Day I Fell In Love with a Dominatrix

I have never been all that lucky with women and I was always incredibly shy whenever I would try to talk to a woman. I had terrible luck with the opposite sex and I never thought that I would get married or meet anyone that I thought would be worth my time.

As a result, I became a very antisocial person and withdrew myself from my fellow man. I never fully knew how to converse with women and I was afraid of saying the wrong thing and getting shut down or isolated further by other people.

Back in 2020, the coronavirus had locked down almost everything and I had just about finished my internship with the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) and was still going to Howard University for my MFA. I was trying to figure out a way to get my creative juices flowing while trying to maintain a decent social life. I, then, decided to make a documentary about BDSM and sex work and interview beautiful women to help me break out of my shell

While working on said documentary about BDSM and sex work, I met an attractive girl that I interviewed. For purposes of privacy, I will call her Maria. I’ll leave her description to the imagination of the audience. All you need to know is how beautiful she is on the inside and out.

As I interviewed “Maria”, I noticed that she had a soul that was as radiant as a glowing candelabra in a dark ballroom. She was cute in her demeanor and radiated an absolute positivity that was so endearing to me that, in another world and if we were meeting in person, I would have gotten on one knee and proposed immediately. Her personality was as immaculate as a dinner table set in a castle by the Queen of England herself. She worked as a financial dominatrix, which meant she drained and rinsed men of their money, consensually. I wasn’t sure why, but that seemed like the hottest thing a woman could do — not to me , but when she would do that to other men, of course.

I remember the two of us flirting back and forth with each other. She bit her lip and twirled her hair with every awkward silence that followed. Of course, the silence didn’t matter. She wore latex like she was an Egyptian Goddess and did it without reservation, unapologetically. Her fervor for BDSM and domination only enhanced my passion for a woman like her.

She told me that I was very cute and I responded by telling her that she was hot. She giggled with glee and showed me her latex-clad body.

A few days later, we both had virtual sex over zoom and I grappled my penis while she continually fingered herself. She consistently said, “Come for me, daddy!” I was enthralled and only motivated to impress her, further. When we both finally came, she told me how amazing I was and I told her how beautiful she was. I asked her if she was seeing anybody and, without missing a beat, she told me in the most nonchalant way that she was married.

My heart sank so fast and I was distraught. I thought I had found the woman of my dreams and I had my heart shattered because by that time, I had already fallen in love with her. I wanted so desperately to be with her and make love with her.

Despite all of that, I still think of her and I still imagine a life with her where we both have rough sex while her chastity slaves watch us fuck. I still personally believe that she is my soulmate.