The sound of a iron door opening and closing thundered the ground. Slowly each light flickered on revealing a concrete floor with a concrete wall lined with an assortment of different types of whips. On the floor layed chains and white looking stains. I sat in my velvet red throne, I peered up to see a young teenage boy.
I giggled when I watched the shivers escape from his nude body. His soft blue eyes filled with water as I saw my reflection through them. I circled my riding crop on the smooth concrete floor.
Glancing over to look at my submissive who sat on her knees like a good pet. I went back to looking at the shivering boy, it's a shame I was once like that.
This is the story of a 18 year old girl named Caroline went from a submissive to a dominatrix.