Brianna’s History-- Porno Shack Porn Blog

I was asked how I got into “the domination thing”. First of all, it is not a “domination thing”. It is a way of life, a personality trait.

I have always been very dominant. I was the only female in a family of five. My mother died when I was very young. I had all the men in the house wrapped around my finger. I always got what I wanted and was very spoiled, though I deserved it. When I was four, my dad started me in martial arts and by the time I was ten, I was winning state championships.

Having that training did not make me aggressive, just assertive. I graduated high school at sixteen and finished my education ten years later.

Even the first time I had sex, I was in control. My first was a sparring partner at my dojo. He was good looking and worshipped the ground I walked on. He started to call me Mistress when I had him in a hold he could not get out of. That’s when I started to whisper in his ear. I told him if he could convince me of his devotion, he could be my first. He almost cried while telling me he would do anything I wanted.

I told him I would be very impressed if he got a tattoo with my name. Honestly, I didn’t think he would but the next week when we sparred, he told me to go easy on him as his back was sore. I asked why and he took his shirt off. Across his whole back he had MISTRESS BRIANNA. The word Mistress started at his left shoulder and ended at his right, my name was underneath, just as big.

I was not easy on him that day. I was the opposite and deliberately put him on his back countless times. The proof on his back made me feel even more aggressive than usual. We ended our match by him on his back and my knees on his shoulders. He looked into my eyes, then down to my pussy and licked his lips. My pussy jumped and I immediately got wet. I stayed in that position, knowing he would see a wet spot with my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I knew I soaked through when I heard him say “Oh God!” and seconds later looked up at me, pleading.

I told him to go shower and I would meet him outside.

I was waiting for him outside and laughed when he came running out the door, still pulling on his shirt. His cock was hard, I could see it through his shorts. It was a large bulge and I knew it would hurt when he fucked me. I could take pain and I wasn’t worried. I knew what I wanted.

I’m sure you want the details, but you are not getting them. Be disappointed, be pissed off, I don’t care. After my first man, every one after was my little bitch. Unfortunately, my first bitch died a few years ago. He was in another city, playing with a bitch who didn’t know what she was doing. She would cane and whip him, then not take care of the wounds. She also did not clean her equipment properly and used the same instruments on countless people without disinfecting. He died from a massive infection. She’s in jail now, I made sure of that. I sped up the process and she was convicted of involuntary manslaughter. 

So to reiterate, it is not a “thing”,  it is a lifestyle. I can no more be submissive to anyone than a leopard can change it’s spots. I like it this way and so does everyone else lucky enough to be in my presence.