Becoming a sensual femdom was never my plan. I’ve always been flirtatious, perhaps even a bit of a cocktease. I also had an innate ability to control and manipulate men, but developing those skills into professional female domination was a surprising journey. It has been an exceptionally pleasurable path that led me to being a Mistress, and one I intend to stay on and enjoy for a very long time.

How It All Began…

It began my freshman year of college, when as a newly independent 18-year-old, I moved into an apartment with a couple roommates. I’ve always been responsible and quite disciplined so they were not worried about me keeping up with classes or partying too much. Their only concern was a justifiable one: the opposite sex.

They need not have been concerned. For me, my sexuality was POWER, not something to be used or wasted by immature college guys. What I wanted was a real man – an alpha male. And soooo many guys walk around thinking they’re alphas, that THEY are the dominant ones. It’s so much fun to play into their little fantasy and turn the tables on a guy who thinks he’s in charge…I love how easy they are to fuck with. As a natural sensual femdom, manipulation is my favorite game, teasing and tormenting a man’s mind, seeing how far I can push him, edge him, deny him…

Discovering The Power of Sensual Femdom

My talent for controlling men came in quite handy as a college student. Several of my professors were male, faux alphas who loved the thrill of “controlling” their students. I, of course, felt the need to take these egotistical males down a few pegs.

My Humanities professor was the first – a man in his 40s, married, clearly sexually frustrated by the way he stared at the girls in his classes. I wore a sexy “costume” every day…cute schoolgirl one day, sexy librarian the next, then a hot farmer girl in jean shorts and a tied up flannel. Each day I’d stay after class to ask some kind of question about class. I kept it professional but flirtatious – only took a week to hook him. And then one day I showed up at his office hours in leather boots and black lace lingerie and from then on, he was on his knees for me once a week, jerking off at my instruction.

My Bio 101 professor wore pink lace panties to class for me, Intro to Calculus was locked in chastity and I spent every class playing with the key right in front of him, Composition Writing stripped naked in front of me while talking about how inadequate his pathetic little pindick was. Those “men” were the first I ruined during my college years – but they wouldn’t be the last. Professors, TAs, internship advisors…..so many males who needed to be put in their place. Oh how I loved the power of being a sensual femdom.

Sensual Femdom Power Is Intoxicating

I LOVE to ruin a man. Not destroy him fully – there’s no fun in that. But I make him weak, pushing him into a sensual femdom addiction he cannot satiate. He becomes a slave to his addiction, a servant to his Mistress. A one-word “Hello” text from me sets his heart racing. A photo drives him wild. He will beg for permission to call and is humbled by the honor of having my attention for a short time. He craves the sound of my voice, the pleasure of speaking with me, the bliss of being in my presence.

I will capture a man and take control of his mind, his body, his soul. Whatever his weakness, I will exploit it to my advantage. I’ll flirt and tease, manipulate his mind and stimulate his body. Once I have him under my control, once he acknowledges his submission to his Sensual Femdom Mistress, then we can explore the pleasure of female supremacy and domination.

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