I’ve been working as a Mistress and dominatrix in Portland, Oregon for six-ish years. Lately there have been some fantastic femdom events that have grabbed my attention. Fempire was a great event. Put on by the marvelous Mistress Viola, a comfortable and yet very sexy space of female domination.

It was late in the evening. I believe I was chitchatting with my puppy on the stage when I heard someone say my name. “Domina Katherine might be available.” I looked up and saw a boy. He was a cute little critter. Reminded me of a dog I had once.

We started talking, at which point I asked him what he was looking for. He expressed uncertainty, along with the fact that he was a “newbie” and was seeking for my lead in this endeavor.   I consulted my mood as I often do, and what do you know… my cane was calling to me.

I realize that a cane can seem like a harsh implement. But it doesn’t have to be. A cane can be very delicate, just like anything. Having been the recipient of magnificent canings by exquisite teachers within the Portland BDSM community, I love to deliver what I hope lives up to what I’ve received. I do have to admit that the majority of my submissives are impressive in what they enjoy. So my baseline is what it is.

At one point, he did ask me to lighten up a little. I thanked him for his feedback and grew confident in having a better understanding of his body’s response to me. I like to think that I have a knack for it, really. But I also understand that it is so easy for a bottom to say nothing at all.

This was a great example of necessary communication. I hear so often, “I don’t want to top from the bottom.” however consentuality cannot exist without clear communication. I appreciated this, and we had a great scene because of it.

I hit him with the cane, and it doesn’t take much force at all for the cane to deliver its infamous sting, for extended periods of time. Then I told him to breathe deep. I told him to relax. I told him to try to perceive the pain, not as something to be aversive to, but something intense to be accepted and explored. This could be my own personal mumbo jumbo. Something that was told to me that had a great impact on my life. It may work for some and not for others. It seemed to work for him.

Occasionally I stopped. I gave him reprieve. I touched him sensually and let him feel me on his flesh. I sat on him and ground my pussy up against him. I looked him in the eye to make a good connection. And then I started hitting him again. After a little while, he started to cry. I’m not sure why and he said that he didn’t know either. But I do know, as I told him, that it’s really not uncommon for someone experiencing a scene to get that sort of release.

I wiped his tears away and once we finished, I just asked him to take very good care of himself for the next few hours and days. This was a nice little scene, and I think it left us both feeling marvelous.

Here’s a pic I got taken at the event.

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