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Confessions of a dominant woman. How to make everyman a submissive sissy.

Written by Miss Zoe

I often get asked, “How have you become such a successful woman in short a short period of time?”, or “What’s your secret to being a successful women in a man’s arena?”

The answer: simple.

Sex.

It’s as old as mankind himself and if you take a close look around today, you will see that it still exists. Do you honestly think that Hilary Clinton would be so popular if she had not been married to a president?

Well, I never wanted to marry a president of anything. I tried once but it didn’t take. But I leaned a very important experience from that lesson that I will share with you now.

Men like sex. And guess what? Men are everywhere you want to be. I knew I wanted a powerful career high in the skyscrapers of the planet. I also knew that I would be fighting for that position against many more qualified men and women. So I had to take a deep and honest look into myself and figure out what more I could offer to get the gig.

Sex. I like sex. I like sex with men. Deep down, I love to make men happy and always have, although I know that in the times we live in now, that is not very PC to say. But it’s true.

I think there are two basic kinds of women. A woman’s woman, like Oprah and people like Oprah who enjoy looking at only the female side of things and everything about the female. And then there is the man’s woman. Women who just love men, everything about men, can’t get enough of men and have studied them all their life. I am this kind of woman.

Now back to my ex lover, the powerful advertising executive. I envied who he was, and his job, and all his power. That is why I was attracted to him. It was naive for me to think that he would one day give me a powerful job in his firm but that is exactly what I expected and why I was with him. I pleased him for years and was the perfect girlfriend only to discover he was fucking one of his female co-workers. I didn’t understand why but wanted to. It wasn’t a case of selfishness, it was a simple case of he was not honest with me about his sexual needs.

And that is when I found out the secret. Most men who work 40 hours a week and more, and whose brains are filled with responsibilities and decision making stress, have two totally different desires about women. A powerful business man wants to have the classic supportive wife, and the kinky mistress to fulfill his bizarre and sometimes shameful sexual fantasies of power and dominance.

And that’s when I knew that I had made the mistake of trying to be the good girl at home, when I could get much more of what I wanted by being the bad girl at the office. I was reborn.

My plan was simple. I contacted a “corporate mistress” and paid her $300 for an hour to learn just a few common fantasies that powerful men paid her to play out. I was surprised to learn that they all had one thing in common. These rich and powerful men all craved to be dominated by a woman. The female domination took many forms, sometimes soft, and sometimes hard to believe, but the bottom line was that these men felt the need to surrender themselves physically and mentally to a powerful woman.

That didn’t sound too bad to me. And it kind of all made sense too. All day long these wonderful guys had to be strong, and tough as nails, and be proper and correct and inside the box in boring business meetings, in stuffy suits. And when they returned home to the good girl, they had to be in a different kind of box. What is the opposite of that? Being tied up and fucked in the ass by a beautiful woman. Or being dressed as a soft pretty girl, caressed and pampered for an hour.

Men and women have many differences and you either embrace them and love them because of it, or you fight for your own kind and force the others to conform. Oprah does that, and although it has made her rich, most men hate her. I embrace the differences of men and women, and I strive to learn what and why men do what they do. Because in the end, I love them, I want to be around them, and I want to be a source of joy in their lives. If what truly made them happy was role playing a fantasy about being a submissive man, then I am more than happy to abide.

Men have the wonderful ability to focus on something so intensely that they are consumed by it. Surely this is residue from the thousands of years of being a hunter. This includes million dollar business deals as well as sexual fetishes. And every man has them. Something from childhood about the first time they became aroused. They were children, and now they are adults, the fantasy is childish, but the fetish is insatiable.

Woman have the instinctual desire to be with powerful men, no matter how much of a selfish asshole he is. This is another instinctual desire that can get a woman into trouble over and over. Because we all know that the man at the top, is often the most selfish, distant, and difficult man you can find.

But what if you were the women that got to dominate the powerful man? Treat him like the dog he has to be, humiliate him, force him to surrender, and then kick him out on his ass. Now there is a true fantasy, one that I could not resist.

I began to date one of my ex boyfriends co-workers. A very wealthy executive who was recently divorced. He tried to make me into the good girl but I turned the tables on him and would not let him have sex with me. Our first time together, I tired him up on the bed, put a ball gag in his mouth, and teased him. I wore a leather dominatrix outfit and put on a strap on dildo. I eventually forced him to suck the strap on dildo and, no surprise, he enjoyed it. I got him into the 69 position and while he sucked on my strap on, I gave him a blow job. When we were done, I told him I wanted a job at the firm, and would leave him tied up for awhile to think about it. I lay the dildo on his chest, and put the ball gag back in his mouth, and went to a diner for a few hours. When I returned, he offered me a position as his personal secretary. I took the job.

Everyday when I entered the office, I put on my game face. I looked at each powerful man as a little boy who secretly wanted to be dominated. People began to notice that my attitude was unusual, sensual, and every man in that office was attracted to me. They would stop by my desk as often as they could and I would make them wait for me, or be slightly rude to them. Most of them ate it up like candy.

I never actually allowed my boss to have sex with me, instead, I would have sex with him. He would beckon me into is office when he had an hour or two, and I would tie him up. He begged me to fuck him in his ass and would buy different dildos for me to use, as well as different dominatrix costumes. I would occasionally ask him for a raise, and he gave it to me every time until I was making almost as much as him.

He made the mistake of telling one of his co-workers who asked me into his office once. Bill wanted me to dress him as a woman and softly dominate him. Bill would rent hotel rooms near by for an hour or two and we would play dress up. I would even take him shopping in the arts district for sexy lingerie. Again, I never allowed Bill to penetrate me, instead, I penetrated him with a black strap on dildo that he never tired of. And soon, Bill too was giving me bonuses and I began to be a very wealthy woman.

Before too long, I was having sexual fun with the more powerful bosses, and even one woman who asked me to dominate her. She was not a lesbian, in the same way that the men were not gay. They simply needed to let go, and give up control for awhile to relieve their stress. And I was more than happy to do this for them.

I kept a few dominatrix costumes in my closet at work, a jar of lube, an arsenal of strap on dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, sissy slut clothes for men, a ball gag, porno tapes, and oils. It got to the point where I was having 4 to 5 sessions a day and completely unable to get any work done at all. I became addicted to forcing both the men and the women to eat my pussy out. I got to be an expert at watching people please me orally. I was on 7 or 8 payrolls at once, making more money than anyone in there, and everyone was always happy to see me. Except of course my ex boyfriend who was horrified to see what I had become.

One weekend we all flew to NYC for an advertising convention and I was introduced to many powerful men. By now, all men had an instinctual sense about my dominance and they were attracted to me. Some knew why, others had to be shown. But at this convention, I met the president of one of the most powerful advertising agencies in the world. He asked me up to his suite and tried to have sex with me. Instead, I tied him to the desk and bent him over. I tied his ankles to the legs of the desk and forced him to suck the largest strap on dildo I had in my purse. He resisted at first, but I told him I would take pictures of him in this position unless he complied with my every demand. He did not give up control easily. But once he began sucking my black dildo, he became as docile as a baby sucking on a nipple. Then, I got behind him, spread oil all over his butt crack, slipped a few fingers in his ass, and penetrated his virgin ass. Cause in the end, all men are created equal. Just a little joke there.

Mr. Watson took the strap on as far as it could go. I praised him for it. He surrendered himself to me fully and loved every minute of it. I put his cock in a cock ring so he could not cum, and I proceeded to violate his butt in every position thinkable. He did not resist. After I had my way with him, I took off the cock ring and lay him down in the 69 position. I forced him to eat my pussy while I sucked his cock and we both climaxed together.

Needless to say, I flew to NYC many times that year, and made more money than any man around me.

Now some woman might consider me a whore. Some might call me a hooker. I don’t consider myself that, but one thing is for sure, I am not the nice girl at home who waits for her man to arrive and is dependent upon him. The only thing that bothered me was not having a close relationship with one man. But sure enough, I found a younger boy at the reception desk, who accepted me and my sexual behaviors, and has become my boyfriend. He doesn’t mind that I play with high powerful executives all day. I never let them penetrate me, I reserve that for my sexy young lover.

I have evolved from being the good girl. I must be honest about it. Being the good girl had it’s advantages and disadvantages, and so does being the office dominatrix. But at least now, I am wealthy, able to please many men in a very special way, and get what I want as well. Almost everyone puts on a uniform when they go to work, mine happens to be black leather, a strap on dildo, and a pair of sissy panties in my pocket.

Confessions of a dominant woman. How to make everyman a submissive sissy written by Miss Zoe.