Miss Trix meets Latina Domina
It’s time again for an entry in my diary. And this one has it in itself, because it’s about my friend Yolanda, who wanted to be trained by me to a Latina Domina. However, she had not passed my last test: I had simply made her a slave on this occasion. But read for yourself.
It started as a friendship Plus
I had met Yolanda in a pub at that time. The sweet Latina with the pretty eyes and the sharp figure had caught my eye immediately. She also seemed to have noticed me right away and we kept eye contact. Finally, I approached her and we got along splendidly. As we quickly discovered, we were both anything but averse to bisexual play. Spontaneously, I dragged her off to my house the very first evening.
Of course, it didn’t take long for her to find out what I did for a living. How could it be otherwise? After one look into my bedroom and the closet everyone knows how the rabbit runs with me. Yolanda reacted with marked curiosity and could not learn enough about the topic of S&M. Soon it was clear that she wanted to try it out as well. She wanted to make a career as a Latina dominatrix and I was her instructor. After all, I was in the business long enough to teach her everything a good Latina dominatrix needs to know.
The first test on the way to Latina Domina: Yolanda meets Wuzzi
Who remembers my faithful slave from the previous reports? My little truffle piggy warn just the thing to trigger the dominant side of my girlfriend so right. So I organized a joint meeting at our studio. For Yolanda I had picked out the outfit of a real Latina dominatrix. It looked very good on her and she obviously felt very comfortable in her role.
Wuzzi wore his pig mask and nothing else. The little curly tail he had had to make himself was stuck in the crack of his ass and dangling out. At the sight my girlfriend almost had to laugh off. Just in time she got herself under control again and behaved like a Latina dominatrix.
As it turned out during the session, Yolanda was a touchable dominatrix. Wuzzi was allowed to crawl to her again and again, bury his face in the insides of her thighs and even lick her butt. My slave seemed to take great pleasure in the treatment by the Latina dominatrix. He even squealed with delight several times. Therefore, I made it unmistakably clear to him once again which of us was his unrestricted mistress.
No training without final test
The time of teaching for the future Latina Domina was coming to an end. Soon I could let her loose on humanity alone and she would build her own stable of slaves. In fact, she was so good that one or two of my subordinates would eventually switch to her. Well, that’s the kind of thing I look at professionally and I’m above it. No, seriously, it pissed me off to no end. That was also the reason why I reached a little deeper into my bag of tricks for her final test. Let’s see if our Latina Domina is really as dominant as she likes to pretend. The final test was ahead of her and I didn’t want to make it easy for her.
You know what they say: Location Location Location
The choice of location for their test was very important. In a normal SM studio Yolanda felt very comfortable (which was also due to Wuzzi) and lived out her role as a Latina dominatrix. So I had to move the exam to another location. I immediately had what I thought was a very good idea: there was a circus in our town. Let’s just say that I knew the owner from more than one session. He certainly would not refuse me any favor, otherwise it would have become very painful for him.
A circus offered everything I needed: a large ring, cages, a disc for the knife thrower and trapezes to tie up and hang. Even clown makeup and red cardboard noses for any humiliation were present. As I said, I’m great in general, but I have to give myself special praise for this idea.
So I organized it that I could use the circus for a whole night together with my Latina Domina. You should have seen her face when I gave her the address for her final test. The “what the fuck” was written so clearly on her face that I was thrilled. Whoever poaches my slaves will get the receipt. And hugely so. And already the following evening.
Latina dominatrix is made a slave
Finally, the time had come. I had ordered Yolanda for 22:00 directly into the circus tent. I was already there a bit before and waited for them in the middle of the ring.
Tentatively, the entrance tarpaulin of the tent was pushed aside and my friend cautiously entered the ring. While she gropingly put one foot in front of the other, she kept looking around in all directions. I looked at my friend and had to sigh. Even though she was wearing the outfit of a Latina dominatrix, she wasn’t exactly acting like someone in control of the situation at the moment. I cleared my throat loudly so that she finally noticed me and quieted down. If this was already making her nervous, then the next few hours were going to be anything but fun for her. No matter, after all, this was about my pleasure. And I definitely wanted to make sure I got my money’s worth. “So you want to become a Latina dominatrix,” I addressed her. “This is your last test. There is a disc over there. Stand in front of it and hold still.”
She did as instructed. I could see from her facial expression that she still had no idea what was going on. I explained here that a good Latina Domina always kept her composure and took out one of the knives from behind my back. Her face was hilarious. She actually seemed to consider for a moment if I was going to kill her with it. Of course I played along, holding the knife in front of my mouth and licking the flat side with my tongue. Then I went to her, put the knife on her shoulder and cut one of the straps of her patent bra.
“You are a touchable dominatrix after all,” with one hand I grabbed her breast and squeezed. She seemed to enjoy it. So I continued to knead. Yolanda was visibly getting hornier and her pelvis stretched towards me. My fingers moved further down to the place where she especially liked it. “Drop the Latina Domina,” I cut the second beam as well and set the knife aside. “Tonight you will be made a maid!”
Without waiting for the command, she tore off her thong as fast as she could. Finally, my fingers could go where they felt most comfortable.
The touchable dominatrix is demonstrated
In the middle of the game, just before she came to orgasm, I withdrew my hands. A snivelling Latina purr, which could not have been more beautiful, escaped from the exotic wildcat. My hands were wet, her horniness literally stuck to my fingers. This was just what I needed for my next project.
I opened the make-up case, which was actually meant for the clowns, and bathed my hands in the white powder. Then I started to make my own clown slave. I powdered for all I was worth and painted around her face as I saw fit. In the end, her face looked something like that of the Joker from the Batman movies. If there had been a mirror, I would have held it up to her. Yolanda would have been mortified. Nothing reminded of the once so proud Latina dominatrix.
Now that I had my private clown slave in my personal circus, I could start teaching her tricks. Fortunately, the tamer of this establishment possessed a large whip, which I now made my own. Just the sight of this mighty percussion made Yolanda look up at me in awe. I nodded in the direction of a platform that was usually for displaying ponies. Yolanda immediately understood and went on her way. I ordered her to kneel face down and stretch her ass up as far as it would go.
She did as told, which was a really tasty sight. While I was still thinking about which buttock to start with, she began to gyrate her pelvis. All without my command! At first I wanted to protest, but it just looked too awesome. So I let them and enjoyed the sight.
To my delight, she was very tough and extremely resilient
“Hey clown,” I cracked the whip on the floor. “You know the joke about the Latina dominatrix who, as a touchable dominatrix, was eventually made a slave?” She shook her head. I let the whip crack to the ground once more and said I couldn’t hear it. “No, mistress.”
So now I had my submissive and well-behaved Latina slut back. As a sign of appreciation I dropped whip and worked her ass with my hand. Yolanda had always been tough and hard-working. On this splendor butt I could virtually hit it as long as I wanted. After her ass was nicely worked, I inserted the handle of the whip into her.
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I took off my pants and stood in front of her, so that she could now put her tongue to use. Yolanda knew exactly what she was doing. After all, we had practiced the oral games extensively in the past. With skillful movements she brought me closer and closer to my own climax. Just before it was so far, I stretched my arms in the air and moaned out my orgasm loudly. We were the stars of the ring!
Conclusion
Even if it was very cool, the thing with the circus remains a one-time action. I still had remnants of the clown makeup stuck to the insides of my thighs two days later. But it was worth it. Yolanda is again the submissive wildcat from before, who eats from my hand at any time. Mission Latina Domina successfully completed. At least from my point of view.
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