I’m often asked how I got into BDSM and more importantly how I became a Dominatrix.  Are you kneeling comfortably?  Then I’ll begin…

I grew up quite a tomboy; assertive, full of energy, competitive and always beating the boys at whatever I did (pun intended of course!)  This continued right up to puberty when I suddenly discovered the benefits of being beautiful, with big blue eyes and long blonde hair…and all the other attributes that a young woman finds herself equipped with.  I then had more tools at My disposal to get whatever I wanted.  Doors opened and a light bulb switched on.  I no longer had to use my supple strength and sheer determination to get My way.  I could just demand it with ease.

It was some while before I realised that I was a Dominatrix in the making.  Although I think everyone around Me did!  Young men running errands for Me, buying Me shoes and massaging My feet.  Older men treating Me like royalty and catering to My every whim, however extravagant or demanding.  Well that’s what happens when you ‘come of age’ I thought.  Until I realised that My friends weren’t getting the same treatment from their boyfriends, let alone people they’d only just met.

My fetish for corsets, leather, PVC and high heels began in My teens, when I’d use any excuse to dress up.  It even became a friendly joke amongst My friends that I had so often made the mistake of thinking a party was fancy dress when it wasn’t.  It was no mistake!  It just made it easier for Me to brazenly turn up to a run-of-the-mill vanilla party dressed as a scantily clad Amazon warrior, or a female assassin in a cat suit.  I so enjoyed the looks on people’s faces as I walked into the room.

A friend once mentioned that they had meant to book a Kissagram for someone’s birthday gathering in a pub that evening, but had left it too late.  Without a moment’s hesitation I’d offered Myself up for the task, delighted at the opportunity to wear a corset in public just for the Hell of it…yet again!  As you can see from the smiles and laughter all round, this brightened up what would have been a very dull evening!

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It was only a matter of time before I took things to the next level and began experimenting with ‘unusual’ sex toys and various implements designed to inflict such delicious pain.  To become an expert however, takes patience, determination, research, training and years of practice.

I always immerse Myself totally in everything I do, ensuring that I become an expert.  I hate doing things by half measures.  I’d rather do something properly or not at all.

Anyone can ‘have a go’ at being a Dominatrix.  Flicking a whip around and hitting in all the wrong places, without really knowing what they are doing, or why.  Many newbies think that just as long as they are shouting at someone and inflicting pain, they are being a Dominatrix.  How wrong they can be.

A session without proper planning lacks atmosphere, losing that spark that makes it a magical experience.  Doing things incorrectly drastically changes any pain sensations from pleasure to something truly unpleasant and quite frankly a complete turn off.  How disappointing after all the build-up of excitement and anticipation before the session started.  Worse still, not knowing what one is doing can cause permanent damage or even death.

I have taken great pride in learning these skills to perfection; enjoying every step of My incredible journey.  Oh the joy of finally turning My passion into a profession has been immense.   I have to keep pinching Myself, but I much prefer inflicting that kind of thing on other people!

 

 

Dominatrix Lady Godiva is a BDSM London Mistress who holds most of Her sessions in and around London and Kent