LOS ANGELES USA
From Gina to her Domina

To tell the story of my life in the Fetish scene is a very long one. I have been active in this lifestyle since I was the age of 17 ,
and I am 35 years old now. I have played with the most prominent and skilled Dominas in the world especially since I travel
so much for my work. This is truly my life and I must tell you who will read this about an important change in my life.
While visiting here in Buenos Aires which I do regularly I finally called Domina Maxima which I had been hoping to do for
some time. I made the desision very quickly and was not quite sure why I called when I did but it seemed as fate. I was so taken
with my Ama that I am already trying to work on how to change my life so that I can be near her more.

When I arrived at Domina Maxima's Dungeon I could see and she made very clear that she is abvsolutely a Domina.
So many professional Dom's are subs or switches and of course I can always tell. She began the session by Binding me to her table
to be able to interrogate and observe me. She was very able to see right through me and tell that I was a very experienced submissive.
I was locked into a chastity device and very quickly as well she intructed me to go to the store to pick up a few things for her and when
I returned we would begin a complete transformation and session. I admit this made me a bit uncomfortable with this but for some reason
I trusted her immediately, even though I was a little scared as well. Which is the best way to start now that I look back.

No matter what I thought I was not ready for that which I found. I think after so many years I had been made hard inside so
much that I did not expect to find someone so real and who played from the heart as well as the mind. She had taken a look at me and seen
immediately who I was. She did what she wanted but still took my feelings into account. My domina had laid out before me a feminine outfit
including corset and boots thaat fit me perfectly from her closet. She gave me a real feeling of transformation in the detail that she took with
my look. To the point of creating a custom hair style for me. She let me look into her eyes and know she was in control. We spent a lot of time
talking with each other but always as Domina and slave. She bound me most of the time and always it was understood I was here to serve.
She was a true active Domina and anything else was beniether her.

I was tied and examined, she made me crawl to her at every chance. I admit the night was something fo blur because I was so happy
and so much in my submissive space. I can only describe the feeling as extacy. It for me was the perfect balance of lifestyle interaction as well
as a very high quality of play. She has a play space that is only for sessions that is obvious and as many toys as I have seen in Dungeons in
London, Berlin, Los Angeles and NY. Once she had transformed me she treated me only as her little girl and named me as well. I was able
to truly feel that she only wanted me as I was then. Her little girl who was to serve her, and trust her to do what was best for me. My Domina
understood, because she is a very intelligent Woman, who I was indise. And she proceeded to open my mind and heart with her mind and her
play. She gave me a long enema making sure I held my position and respected her at all times. When she applied my make up she did it with
such care in trying to make me look good for her. I was able to relax and stare into her eyes when she did this in a hypnotic way. Her eyes all
night I could not bring myself to look away from. Many Dominas I have known want there clients to never look at them, They think this is power.
But to me a real Domina is one who can look directly into your eyes and has the strength to know. And of course by the end of the night I was lost
in her power. My Ama took her time all night with me and towards the evening came to a close and I could not see anything but she wanted. She
Raised her skirt and showed me who was in charge in her space. She showed me her Cock. I Begged and was on my knees, pleading with her, she
knew I had no will at this point and used my mouth as if I were her little girl. I was choking and gagging and the whole time but still I could
not take my eyes from her. Until that is she pushed me away like the Doll I was for her. Standing over me she offered me her Glolden Rain pulling
her cock aside to do so. I begged again and asked for her to give that to me. And when she did I almost drown in her rain. I drank and drank her rain
until she was finished and I was covered in what she gave me. I was gasping and begging to be her slave. I could not and still not see anything that
I wanted more. But there was more. She raped me with her Cock. This was not love, this was her telling me she was my Owner. Giving me what we
both know I needed. What made it so much better for me was that I could tell inside that she loved it as well. The whole time I am locked in her
chastity device, and the whole time I care only for looking into her eyes and loving her for who she made me.

The biggest real understand of this is my place now. I am here back again, begging for Her attentions. At her computer dressed again as
she wishes as her little girl writting this with joy in my heart that she has allowed me into her live. In 17 years of my life in this fetish world. I am
finding myself stunned with my experience. My only hope is that she allows me to be near her. Here as her little girl to play with when she wishes.

VOLVER