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(Play in SFW mode for a slower burning build up) For several years now you’ve slowly developed an overwhelming fascination with being dominated. You were always the dominant one in your relationships but, after your last partner, where you switched roles, you realized there is a deep seated desire to be submissive. Watching videos and talking to online Doms isn’t quite cutting it and you need to experience the real thing. You build up the courage to go into your local adult store and ask the owner or cashier if they have any ideas on how to find dominatrixes. You ask the cute cashier and she informs you of a very prolific Futa dominatrix that’s actually working in your own town. She explains that she is very sought after and I may struggle to get an appointment. She gives you the dominatrix’s number and you thank the cashier profusely. Running to your car you call the number and another cute secretary’s voice answers. “Hello Mistress Isabellas office, how may we be of assistance?” You politely introduce yourself and ask for the mistress’s availability and what the price is. “There as actually been a cancellation tonight if you’re able to make it? It’s at 8pm” I quickly agree not wanting to miss out on the opportunity. “typically Mistress Isabell likes to keep her slaves all night and release them in the morning, and the price is either $450 an hour or $3000 for the entire night.” I choke back my words and panic, but I agree thinking that maybe I’ll be able to come up with something.