The Dominant Mind Mistress Carrington's Biography

My mother came from Hungarian aristocracy and had a flair for the dramatic.
Wherever she was, all would take notice. Her glowing skin, black eyes and long
silken hair drew men to her . Her pink lips were always in a sultry pout.   She
was an object of desire for both men and women.   She was free from common
social constraints and concerns. Within her circles, sexual indulgence with both
genders was the style, and she partook freely. She would often tell me stories of
her suitors and mistresses. She preferred the beauty and passion of women;
however, she very much enjoyed the strength and virility of her male friends. The
Gypsy blood pulsing within drove her passion for life, luxury and sexual
adventure. Many of these qualities have been passed on to me.

My father was an Englishman, a quiet genteel man who was a scholar and a
gentleman in every sense. His only weakness was a penchant for debauchery.
These traits are his legacy to me. While I maintain my mother’s looks and
intensity, my public demeanor is politely reserved and astute. My graceful
manner shields the depravity that lies underneath its surface.

It was by my father’s influence that I would study the behavioral and medical
sciences at university. I was to travel the road towards academics, my destination
being a career in research or psychoanalysis. Little did I know that events would
soon unfold which would lead me toward my true calling. After completing my
preliminary and master degrees, I found myself at a crossroads at the age of 23. I
was to begin my post-graduate work which would have me complete a doctorate,
yet I was terribly unfulfilled at the prospect. In order to gain perspective on what
I wished to accomplish, I decided to take a trip to visit my mother’s homeland,
Budapest, Hungary.

Little did I know that this innocent trip would soon change my life.

I was having dinner with one of my mother’s acquaintances. Her name was
Erzabet. She was a stunning woman,especially for one who may have been in her
late forties or perhaps early fifties. She maintained a youthful vigor and manner.
Her skin was so soft and supple that it glowed, just as my mother’s did.

As the evening progressed, I commiserated with my “Auntie Erzabet” about what
I should do with my life. She knew that if I was anything like my mother, I
would never be satisfied with a life of mediocrity. I spoke of how I longed to be
myself and not hide behind an academic facade.

As we drank the last of our wine and finished our dessert, Erzabet took my hand
across the table, leaned forward, and gently whispered that she could set me free.
I raised my eye in question. She placed her finger on my lips in a motion of
silence and then sensuously glided it towards the corner of my mouth where she
lightly flicked off a remnant of cream from my dessert. She then glided her finger
back toward the center of my lower lip and gestured for me to lick it off. I was
mesmerized by her and did so willingly.

We rose from the table in silence, and she led me through the house, down a
dimly lit hall, towards a doorway which would hold my fate. The creak of the
door was sinister, the room dark. As we entered she lit a series of candles. I was
now standing inside her dungeon. Before me I beheld a myriad of devices, and
accoutrement. I felt a chill of excitement down my spine and trembled slightly as
she placed her hand on the back of my neck. She then moved it forward to gently
caress my cheek. She again whispered in my ear, “My love, welcome home. This
is your destiny...it is no accident that you are here.”

We spent countless days taking in the beauty and culture of the city; our evenings
however, were consumed with ruling over slaves and concubines. After our
sessions, when our senses were filled and our arousal could no longer be
controlled, we expressed our passion and mutual attraction for one another long
into the night. I served with her for a year. I only wish I could have stayed
indefinitely, however, the time had come for me to move forward. She released
me with love and strength and bade me to make her proud. She referred me to
her colleagues in Prague, Munich and Moscow so that I might round out my
education.

When I returned home, I began living my life as it was meant to be. The
transition was seamless and I picked up where I left off.   Although I was
influenced by the other dominas, my own special talents emerged. I was a bit
different in my practice. They were merely interested in immediate physical
gratification and the common pursuits of pleasure.   I, however, wanted more. I
wanted a mental as well as physical fulfillment of my desire. I hungered for
power, a build up of emotion and arousal leading to more than just a momentary
physical release. As a classically-trained psychologist, I could now take things
one step further…my games and their affects would linger.

Sin, seduction, hunger, pleasure, pain, fulfillment, and emotional release are all
that drive me. I am consumed by my work as are those who follow me. Those
who knew of me ran in exclusive circles and became my minions. Those who
learned of me quickly understood what I was and what they were meant to be.