A personal account of dominance, trust and clear boundaries
Written by Larissa
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Many people are confined to roles in everyday life that do not reflect who they truly are. In this blog post, an escort lady from Dresden describes a special experience with one of her clients. A middle-aged man, he was seeking an escape from the daily pressure to appear strong and dominant at all times. After discussing everything beforehand, they met in a private studio, where she took on the role of dominatrix. With strict clothing, restraints and carefully controlled blows, she created a setting in which he could let go completely. Pain and pleasure merged, old constraints dissolved and, for a short time, he was able to experience his true self. The experience was just as intense for the escort lady. The control, the interplay of power and surrender, and the connection between them made the moment unique. In the end, he felt liberated and trusted her without fear of judgement; the author described the session as an enriching and exciting experience in her escort-service career.
A personal account of sadomasochism in Dresden
From time to time, we all find ourselves powerless before society’s ideals and judgements, which often means we cannot always be the people we truly are. Too often, we feel compelled to meet the expectations of a particular group. To escape the Möbius strip that keeps returning us to the same point with no way out, we need an escape route. For one gentleman, I was that way out. He was a typical middle-aged salesman, always striving – or rather, forced – to play the big shot in his group. We had already enjoyed several dates through the escort service and spent some lovely time together. One day, however, he confided that week after week he felt forced to play the same role in the same daily routine. Our usual adventure was no longer enough for him. Instead, he wanted to move a little closer to his true self.
Escort and BDSM in Dresden
After an in-depth preliminary discussion, we therefore met at the studio of an acquaintance of mine who worked as a dominatrix. In fairness, I initially wanted to refer him straight to her because she knew a wealth of practices with which I was familiar only in theory. But he refused. After all, the two of us had built a relationship of trust. He felt comfortable with me and did not want to exchange that for anything. Flattered by this, I did what a good escort lady always does: I fulfilled his wish as well as I could.
We entered a dimly lit room. Surrounded by various implements I would explore later that day, we paused to absorb the atmosphere. There we were. A chair stood in the centre. I gave him a few minutes to settle into the situation. After all, it was unusual for him too: he was about to experience a setting that had previously existed only in his imagination.
How I embraced the role of dominatrix during an escort date
When I returned, we were both different people. It was the role we inhabited. Wearing a pencil skirt and blouse, I walked slowly towards him. Although this was a rather unusual outfit for such an establishment and for the escort service I was used to, it was part of our game. My hair was pulled tightly back into a bun, and I gave him an equally stern look when I saw him sitting in the chair. I tied his hands to the backrest. He sat facing away from me, his face towards the back of the chair. His bare back seemed simply to be waiting to be tormented. With pleasure. I loudly accused him of tax evasion – a genuine fear that troubled him several times a week. He flinched and tried to convince me of his innocence. “Don’t lie to me!” I shouted. The first strike from the flogger in my hands landed immediately. I began with light blows to stimulate circulation, which in turn helped prevent welts. After all, his wife was not meant to have any reason to ask questions. Fortunately, we were only at the beginning. He would surely not mind if we gradually increased the intensity. He breathed loudly and moaned, but he had not yet begun to whimper. Perhaps it was not enough for him.
I wanted to change that. I ordered him to lie on the floor and relished my power in that moment.
I could have told him to do anything. He would have done it because he had surrendered himself to me. Intoxicating. I blindfolded him so that he would feel even more helpless. Like an innocent little puppy, he twisted and turned, with no idea what was happening to him. He was completely at my mercy as I worked the soles of his feet with the cane until his moans grew louder and he cried out again and again. They were cries of pleasure. I knew he was experiencing intense pain that could be increased still further, yet he enjoyed it. It was exactly what he wanted. There was something spiritual about our session. As time passed and the pain increased, more and more tension seemed to leave his body. All the constraints appeared to dissolve. Even his posture gradually relaxed. The patterns of behaviour imposed from outside gave way to a man who relished the price of being allowed to be himself.
Almost as though absolved, he thanked me. He said he felt liberated and not judged in the slightest, and he was delighted that I had dared to share this experience with him. To be honest, I also found it thrilling to have complete control of the situation. Just as he felt freed from his responsibility and dominance, being in control allowed me to act without having to overcome exhausting obstacles and intrigue. And, to put it very simply, the expression of suffering and pain on his round face turned me on. I immediately considered exploring this line of work more deeply. What an exciting experience for my escort-service career.