Mistress An Li (1 级) mail warning

I’ve been a professional Dominatrix since 2013.

The actual time is a longer origin story, of course. It started in 1995 when I discovered that I much preferred playing the role of Mommy during a game of house, simply because the mother always called the shots (naturally).

A couple years later, I unintentionally kicked my first scared set of balls on the playground and found the experience…thrilling. I made a mental note to experiment with that particular activity ASAP as I was entirely entertained by the particular noises that boy evinced…

I became a bully in those coming years, unfortunately at the expense of those around me. I found mirthful glee in bending my victims to my will through both physical and mental means. I terrorized my school halls. And I did not fully realize that I was a Sadist yet.

I started exploring sexuality around this time. It wasn’t so much a fetish yet as it was a voyeuristic fascination in what others would jerk off to. I was obsessed by the taboo and wanted to discuss every fetish I had seen while trawling the depths of the internet, most namely the meme-like shock sites that were oh-so-popular in the early 2000’s. I needed to understand.

In 2013, my good friend recommended a possible side gig for me out of the blue. “Someone is looking for a Dominatrix, and I think you’d be really good at it,” she said.

I immediately said yes.

(It turns out she knew me better than I knew myself.)

And while that particular job did not pan out, it opened up an entirely new world of possibilities for me. I had been aware of Dominatrices, but it wasn’t until this opportunity was posed did I really look into it as a career.

I found the closest dungeon to me, called them up to inquire about an apprenticeship, and went in for an interview that very same day.

The very first session I had on my very first day as an apprenticing ProDomme was revelatory. It was simultaneously a disaster and the most incredible thing to have ever happened to me. Despite how sideways it had gone (or perhaps because of it), I was hooked and made a vow to myself to transition into full-time Domination within six months.

I felt like I came into being in those following years. BDSM finally put a name onto what I was: I was Dominant. Parts of me I had unsuccessfully denied – my stubbornness that fought to be on top, my bossiness that demanded complete control, my hyper-confident female ego that unnerved many around me, and my lust for cruelty – were celebrated in full as a Dominatrix. I learned to polish all these rough edges into a vicious, beautiful blade. I became an instrument of Female Domination.

It’s been many years since my first year of Domination, and needless to say, I have never looked back.