Holy Dom Training, Batman!

Originally posted October 14, 2007

I've mentioned on numerous occasions that I suck at being a Dom. I can gross myself out telling a sexy tale of rolling in shit, or my “special” relationship with my Great Dane, but let a guy request a Dom and I'm speechless. If he wants to be humiliated, too, I'm done for.

Dennis has tried to explain it to me, but it's always with this exasperated tone. He's the jackass IT guy at your job who thinks you're an idiot for not knowing what a BIOS is.

“It's easy. It's so ridiculous how you don't get it.”

Calling someone names is easy for Dennis, making fun of people is no big deal. I don't like hurting people's feelings. Even though I know that they like being made fun of, and that it turns them on, I can't get past that bleeding heart of mine.

Who do you turn to when you have these sorts of problems? I mentioned it to my best good friend who laughed and said, “That's because you're a true sub.” Even though I've known him for the better part of 15 years, I couldn't muster the balls to ask him to teach me. So, I turn to the internet.

I took to reading erotic Dom stories online and IMing Dennis incessantly to teach me.

“You make them call you ma'am. You make them spank themselves when they don't do it.” He tells me.

“Ok. Well, there was this guy yesterday who said he didn't like stuff in his ass, so what am I supposed to do with him then?”

“How about his urethra? But, who cares if he likes it or not?! If he doesn't follow the rules, you fill that hole up like cream in a Twinkie.”

“I mean, in the beginning, when we go over the rules, and he says that he doesn't like it?” I know the basic stuff, the commanding voice, the spanking and browbeating, it's the specifics I don't understand.

“Then tell him: 'I'm going to do what I've never done before and make you a deal, because I can be nice. If you don't fuck up, I won't stuff your ass. If you do, I will fill you up.'”

“That's good!” How does he know this stuff?!

“You're just too passive. You need to take control of the situation. Never let them get away with talking about just what they want, it's about what you want.”

“That makes sense. Daniel is on, too, let's make a chat room so you can BOTH teach me! That's kinda sexy, no?” I laugh as I type.


“Come on! I need all the help I can get! He'll teach me the sensual Dom and you teach me the hardcore Dom!”

Daniel used to officially be one of God's Minions. One of the curves in his life's road took him through a period of contemplation and dedication to God's ideals. Not God like you'd think of when imagining the Christian, Jewish or Muslim deities, but that ideal they all imagined way back in the day when trying to understand their world. I'm a devout atheist, if anything, the Scientific Method is my God, but Daniel helped me see another way of understanding. Funny that the same person who could help me understand God could also help me understand Dom.

“It's not all about degrading him. You can fuck with his head without making fun of him,” Daniel explains.

“I guess that's my problem, I don't understand the mind fuck.”

“Maybe you need to let yourself get mind-fucked, then.” He says simply.

Is it hot in here? I'm excited I get to learn, and wonder if this is what Jesus would do. I think so. I think Jesus would give me Dom lessons if He knew it made me happy.

“Are you naked right now?”



“Do I call you Sir?” I ask.

“Did I ask you to speak?”


“Then shut your mouth. Just answer my questions...Do you have fingernails?”


“Long ones?”

“Not very.”

“What hand do you hold the phone with?”

“My right.”

“I want you to do EXACTLY what I tell you. . .Do you understand?”


“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Better. Next time say it like you mean it.”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Take your index finger from your left hand and place it against your bottom lip...Apply some pressure and let it slide inside your mouth...Close your eyes. Feel it happen. Do you know what that is, Charlotte?”

I'm very confused. “My finger, sir?”

“HAHA!” Dennis finally chimes in.

“SHUT UP!” I shout at him.

“It's my finger, Charlotte. You could help out, Dennis,” Daniel types, “Stop jerking off and start typing!”

“Ahem! Your finger is in my mouth, sir.” I remind everyone.

“Ok, Charlotte, do you feel the rest of my hand on your chin? Pushing your head into the bed? Holding you down?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now...concentrate. Do you feel my right hand sliding down your side?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Across your stomach?”

“The tips of my fingers scratching against your pussy? Teasing your lips? The insides of your thighs? Answer me! NOW!”

“Yes sir!”

“When I ask you a question, you answer! Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir! I'm sorry, Sir!”

“Do you know what I do to women who don't listen?”

“No, sir.”

“Roll over on your stomach, you have to be shown...feel me grabbing your hair? Pulling your head off the bed? Taking your breath away?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, take your left hand and let it come down hard on your ass so I can hear it on the phone. Do it. NOW!”




“AGAIN! Make your ass red. Make it burn. You will learn to obey me or else.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I push your head on to the pillow sideways. Push the bottom of my foot on your face. I make you lick it clean. Clean the sweat from between my toes.”

I was with him up until then. Feet are gross!

“Now, suck Dennis' dick while I play with your ass. Show me how much you want me to fuck you by taking care of my friend...”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Take him all the way down your throat, choke on it...I get my mouth close to your ear...and I whisper, very softly, 'you are going to be my cock-whore for the rest of your life. I own you. I own your ass. I own your mouth....I own your pussy...Tell me Charlotte, who am I? TELL ME!”

I have no idea what I'm supposed to say. Even though I know it's a game, and it doesn't really apply to me, the half of me that's Black balks at calling someone my master or my owner. I sit for a while until I can get next to myself, and I type, “My owner?”

“No. I am your one and only God. You worship only me.”

I open a new window and type to Dennis, “Well. That's different.” Then to Daniel, I say, “Wow. Yes, sir.” I don't know if I could convincingly tell someone I was their god and to worship me. I so over-think this whole situation, and I really don't know if I could be a Dom for real.

“Get on your knees,” Daniel orders, “Now sit up and beg like a dog for her bone.”

“Please, sir? Please can I have your cock, sir?”

“Don't talk to me unless I tell you! Just stick your tongue out and beg. Pant like a fucking dog.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you get what I'm saying now, Charlotte?”

“Yes, there's no real right answer to some of the questions. Like the dog thing, you purposely make it ambiguous so there's a reason to punish the sub, right?”


Daniel was nice enough to write up some sexy scenarios for me, too! His teachings and stories, along with some literotica.com readings has turned me into a pretty decent telephone Dominatrix. I'm still a little befuddled that telling a guy his cock looks more like a giant clit or making him bark and slap himself can make him cum, but what do I know? I just want to make sure that they enjoy themselves when they talk to me. Judging by the callers' responses since my session with Daniel, I think I'm doing pretty well.