Birth of The Bitch

by The Bitch

This happened months ago. Or perhaps it’s been happening for years.

The moment crystallized when my escort friend’s subby client looked up at me and asked her if he could pleasure me. He was on a low table in preparation for an anal fisting. I was seated nearby, not even close to touching him. I looked down at him and said “You cannot possibly pleasure me.”

He cannot and certainly did not. There was nothing he did that gave me pleasure. His presumption that he could possibly pleasure me was revolting.

The only thing to give me pleasure that night was realizing I am a Bitch Domme, realizing how much contempt I had for him and men like him and how correct my disgust was. I barely disrobed but he got to see more of me than any of you ever will. You don’t deserve it.