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"I Took My Boyfriend To A Dominatrix"

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I just realized what a good boyfriend I have as Mistress Wynter looped a thin black rope down the center of Greg's balls and tied it underneath as casually as a girl making a lanyard bracelet at summer camp. "It looks like they're wearing a thong," I observed. Lying on his stomach, blindfolded, he blushed. We were at the Department of Motor Vehicles. Just kidding, we were doing a couples session with a professional dominatrix.

Mistress Wynter is a curvy 40something who seems like somebody's fun aunt—except that men (and sometimes women) schedule sessions for her to literally bust their balls. She has a velvety, soothing voice that almost drains the horror from a sentence like "We'll do a little CBT [cock and ball torture] on you now."

Before we began, Mistress showed us the extensive and obscure collection of sex toys hanging on the red walls of her New York lair. (Not exactly soothing so much as terrifying.) Did you know that a painful leather strap called a Lochgelly Tawse was once used to discipline Scottish schoolchildren? You do now.

Let the games begin. First, she and Greg dominated me. Mistress Wynter squeezed my nipples with increasing pressure, staring into my eyes and daring me to say the safe word ("please") as Greg stood awkwardly behind her in his underwear. I didn't want to seem like a weakling, so I breathed deeply and relaxed into the pain, which resulted in a Zen feeling that was both unexpected and pretty erotic.

Then it was Greg's turn. We tied him up and "punished" him with a flogger. Dominating was trickier. I had to get my whip game on point (it's all in the wrist, FYI) and learn the delicate knots involved in the aforementioned CBT. Mistress noted that he'd probably have a boner from the pressure of it all if she weren't in the room and we were alone. (He blushed again.)

I'd be lying if I said we brought nipple torture into the bedroom, but later in the week, handcuffs were used to great effect on me.

What did we learn about each other? I'd been concerned this might bring out some deep-seated anger that culminated in our smacking the shit out of each other while screaming "Do the dishes more!" but I couldn't have been more wrong. I got super protective of him when it was her turn with the whip—a great reminder of how much I love him. I had always wanted him to be a little more submissive in bed too. After we did this, he realized he kind of liked being a sub. Hopefully, now he'll listen to me about the dishes.

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This article was originally published as "I Took My Boyfriend to a Dominatrix" in the February 2015 issue of Cosmopolitan USClick here to get the issue in the iTunes store!

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This article originally appeared on Cosmopolitan.com. Minor edits have been made by the Cosmo.ph editors.