A recent conversation brought back some memories of my history in domination while I was in Europe. Many a man had come to me, asking me to control  them. The level of this domination always varied. Sometimes it was a light foot worship and me taking control of the meeting. Other times I used toys-for-boys, and sometimes I donned a strap-on and made them my bitch.

Domination is one of my favorite things to do in the bedroom; something I never thought I would say. I had previously just gone in and let guys run things, and I was fine with that. Then I got an offer I couldn’t refuse.

I didn’t think I had the confidence to tell a guy what to do, I was worried I would take it too far and he would look at me like I was crazy. I fidgeted the entire time I was waiting for him to come over. Then, something remarkable happened. Five minutes into the appointment, I had not only gotten over my nervousness, I was genuinely enjoying myself, which is something I had never thought I would say. Generally the only enjoyable thing about what I did was the fact that I could literally roll in cash at the end of the day.

Not this time. I was having fun. I felt myself become an entirely different person, and I liked it. I was in control, I called the shots. Someone was paying me money to drag him along the floor by a leash and snap my whip and bark commands.

Domination is controversial, absolutely. And I have no set opinion on whether it has any place within a real relationship. But what I can say is that since experiencing the role of a dominatrix, a lot changed within me and who I am. Over the past months since then I think I’ve let a lot of that confidence go, but talking about it brought back a flood of memories and I found myself remembering what it felt like to be in control. I found myself remembering what it felt like to snap a whip, and it’s a great feeling.