Fantasies of a Professional Dominatrix

Control - I personify it. And work as a professional dominatrix suits me perfectly. Dominating salarymen in Tokyo is a hard but fulfilling job, especially for an exotic blonde like me. Bondage, domination, feet fetish, ball gags, whipping, chastity belts, I've experimented with them all. But when a colleague pulls a no-show tonight, I'm stuck with five slaves instead of one. Let the fun begin!

[WARNING: This sizzling 5700 BDSM menage experience contains heavy BDSM, shibari (bondage), feet licking, domination, slaves, pegging, pleasure denial, chastity belts, ball gags, cunninglingus and much more! Adults only.]

Excerpt:

The heavy metal door six inches thick slams shut behind me as I set my bag on a worn table besides ball gags, candles, butt plugs, nipple clamps, humblers, riding crops and all other twisted pieces of torture equipment people have thought of. When I thought the LA scene was deviant enough back a few years ago, Japan literally opened my eyes to a whole new level of decadent debauchery.
My eyes ignore the tastefully decorated dungeon, complete with chains hanging from the ceiling, various racks of torture hanging about and a gloomy darkness that gives a first-timer the chills as I focus on the organizer in my hand. People got on with their lives without an iPhone to tell them what to do back in the Middle Ages. I'm sure I can cope without it.
The rough stone paneled walls and floor are well furnished, a reflection of Japan's high service standards. They offer the ultimate experience, a fantasy so immersive, you'll pay out of your ass to experience it again.
Gleaning over the various names and numbers on my contact list, I match the name to my schedule. Wonderful, there'll be five wanting customers, just begging me to tell them what to do tonight. One thing I like about being a dominatrix here is that everything's done on my own terms and set out in a contract before things begin. It's as closely regulated as much of society here and it suits me just fine. If a customer stirs shit up, especially a foreigner who doesn't understand the rules, well, let's just say the Yakuza does have its uses.