Raven had trained for a year in preparation for this day, and he had spent an even greater deal of time fantasizing about it. His Priestess, Lilith, had come to him last night with the news, “My dear Raven, you have finally earned your collaring”. She then divulged the rules he would have to follow for the next twenty-four hours. He was not allowed to speak, eat, was only allowed to drink water and absolutely no masturbation!

With only a few hours left and he had done as instructed, after a long hot bath he decided to meditate. His imagination had begun to run wild at the possibilities of what his Priestess had in store for him tonight. The lust filled thoughts had left his mind swimming and his body burning with desire. Looking for a distraction he glanced at the clock and noticed it was time to go. His Priestess would be expecting him soon.

It was almost impossible for him to contain his excitement as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. After a half hour of driving he finally arrived at her house. As he approached the door, he remembered Lilith telling him that there would be another attending his collaring. She mentioned that her maiden would be present to assist her with the ritual at hand.

Raven knocked and a girl answered the door.

“You must be Raven, my name is Amber, please come in.” She gave him a look that was both lustful and shy. “Lilith is not ready for you yet. Please undress and wait here to be summoned.”

The young lady gave a wicked smile then turned and left the room. He hoped his silence wasn’t taken for poor manners. He was just following his Priestesses’ orders. He did as the young lady said, removing all of his clothing and jewelry. As he sat waiting, his thoughts again drifted to the night to come.

In the other room Lilith and Amber finished the preparations for the ritual. The room was filled with candles and incense. There was a small alter filled with the Mistresses tools off to the side, a small throne in the corner and in the center of the room was a circular spinning table with arm and ankle cuff attachments. When they were finished setting the mood Amber left to fetch Raven.

Amber headed back to the living room where she had left Raven earlier. She crossed the floor to stand in front of him with black silk rope and a blind fold.

“Please stand.”

The sight of the ropes in her hand caused a feeling like an electrical current to shoot through Raven’s body and straight to his cock. He had already started to swell even though he had tried to fight it. Amber looked him in the eyes with a sadistic smile, “oh my, someone is excited”. He felt the warmth of embarrassment wash over his body when he realized that she noticed his failure to suppress his arousal. She lightly traced over his shoulders as she walked behind him to place the blind fold over his eyes. She was sure to secure it ensuring he couldn’t see a thing.

She then moved on to the rope. She used the rope to tie his wrists behind his back. She then brought the two ends forward over his shoulders and tied a knot in front of his neck. The ends left hanging in front to form a leash for him to be led with.

Once she was done tying him up, she went to stand in front of him again. She made sure to press her body against his. His breathing quickened. She then leaned in to give his ear a gentle caress with her tongue and whispered in his ear, “you neither bound nor free.” His breathing got even harder and his heart began to race. Without giving him time to take it all in she grabbed his leash and lead him down the hall.

The clicking of Amber’s shoes seemed so loud in his ears, seducing him with their sound. Lilith also heard Amber’s approaching foot steps. She goes to her alter to get her blade and then over to the door to watch her prize student enter the room.

Amber stopped abruptly and placed her hand on the back of Raven’s neck, cueing him to stop as well. Lilith moved to stand in front of him. She was so close he could feel the heat of her body on his bare flesh.

“You have proven your dedication, willingness to serve and your eagerness to submit over the last year, and after tonight’s session, you will receive your long awaited prize.” “Until that time, you are still not allowed to speak unless spoken to, and you are not allowed to cum unless you are told to.”

“Yes my ladies.”

Lilith and Amber each took one of the rope ends from his neck as they led him to the table in the center of the room and laid him down. They then proceeded to secure his wrists and ankles into the cuffs. Lilith leaned over and removed his blindfold. Raven tried to struggle against the cuffs, but to no avail, they had him at their mercy.

Amber grabbed the side of the table and set it spinning. He was getting disoriented; in all honesty, he hadn’t had his bearings since he walked to the front door.

Once the table slowed down, Lilith and Amber climbed upon the table to lie on either side of him. Both had lit candles in their hands. His body was twitching in anticipation of the sting of the hot wax. They both giggled and taunted him as they began dripping it all over his body.

“Oh you poor baby, does that hurt?” “That’s too bad, because there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He could feel the humiliation making his skin flush. As for the sting of the wax he found the sensation quite pleasurable once he relaxed into it.

Not content to let him get comfortable yet, Lilith disposed of her candle and moved on to the rope flogger. She began working his inner thighs, then his stomach and chest. She was also made sure ever so often to change the pace using the flogger to tease his cock and balls, gently stroking and the occasional light slap.

While Lilith was having her fun with the flogger, Amber decided to have a little fun of her own. She positioned herself over his face. Slowly she lowered herself on his face. She began to rock her hips grinding her pussy on his face. She moaned about how good it felt. He could feel his cock swelling and he thought to himself that it couldn’t possible get any harder. Amber continued grinding her pussy on his face until finally she came.

Having her on his face had almost sent him over the edge himself. He was struggling now to avoid having an orgasm without permission.

After Amber was finished she got off his face. She then proceeded to released him from the table. Lilith grabbed his leash and led him across the room to her throne. She sat down in front of him spreading her legs wide open. She said nothing, and she didn’t need to. He knew what she wanted. He kneeled down in front of her. She tugged on his rope leash pulling his face into her crotch, and he went right to work.

Just then he caught a glimpse of Amber off to the side. She was wearing a leather harness. She then reached over to the table and selected a dildo. She looked it over for a minute. A quick smile shot across her face. After apparently admiring its beauty she hooked it into the harness. He could almost feel the wicked glare she gave him as she approached his ass.

A few seconds later he felt Amber kneeling behind him. His heart began to race as he felt her hand caressing his ass. He started to look up, but Lilith grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into her cunt as she erupted in orgasm. Amber knelt behind him stroking her cock with plenty of lube. She spread the excess in his ass. As she started pressing her strap on into his ass his cocked started aching. He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to hold it as long as he would need to.

Amber reached up and grabbed a hand full of his hair jerking his head back. Lilith leaned over and kissed him on the lips as she stroked his cock.

“You want relief don’t you?” “Yes My Lady.” “What do you think Amber, has he been a good boy? Should we let him cum now?”

Amber looks at Lilith with smile,” Yes I do believe he has earned it.” “You heard the Lady, you may come now.”

As soon as Lilith got the words out of her mouth he lost control. As his body started to quiver, Lilith reached down and grabbed his cock. It only took a few strokes and he erupted. He was still experiencing the after shocks when she let go.

After he had a moment to catch his breath Lilith leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“You did very well tonight; I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as we did.”

She then reached under her throne and pulled out his collar. She placed it around his neck with a deeply passionate kiss.

“I am proud to call you my own.”

Amber untied the ropes and they all laid back on the table to relax together as they each discussed their favorite parts of the scene.

Member submitted Femdom story. Femdom or female domination sex stories, are those where a woman takes the lead. Dominant wives, girlfriends or women in positions of power, are usually the main character, with a submissive male or female, attending to their every demand. For male and female subs, femdom fiction is likely to contain story elements of both softer activities like foot worship and teasing, to more hardcore activities like light torture, pain play (nipple and genital clamps, CBT), strap-on sex (pegging), figging, smothering, suffocation, orgasm denial, fisting, anal play, spanking, toilet play and humiliation.

Writers Guide to Submitting Stories

Halloween. Midnight. A storm lashes the outside world, hurling bullets of rain against the windows.
Two rose candles flutter outside the opening to her kingdom. Her entrance black, her reputation red. I step inside her bedroom, naked as demanded. Moroccan incense washes over me, casting its spell over my defenceless body.

The full moon pours through half-open curtains onto my mistress. She sits on the edge of her four-posted bed, legs crossed. Her black bra, skinny panties and killer heels glint in the ethereal light. Four red silk scarves tied to the bedposts trail in a breeze from an open window. ‘Come here,’ she says.
I obey.
‘Kneel.’
I kneel at her heels. An erection of past experience grows.
‘Remember, I am in control.’ She cups my balls and squeezes them so I don’t forget. ‘These stay full until I say, understand?’
‘Yes, mistress.’

She leans over me and her long brunette hair tumbles over her polished half-dome shoulders. She kisses me once on the mouth, longing, intense. She caresses my balls. ‘These may see some action tonight IF you are a good boy.’ She releases me and leans back. ‘Pleasure me.’ I kiss her heels, the smooth plastic cold to my lips. I begin to stiffen. Memories of previous dominations invade my mind, nights when she used me for her selfish delight, when she spent my body into hers. She lets me kiss her heels in silence. Rain tapdances the window. She reaches down and tugs my cock, reinforcing the association between my erection and kissing her heels. Increasing her domination, draining my deferences against her feminine magic. I plant kisses up her calves to her knees. She arcs her slender legs. She parts them further to reveal her black lace panties. I devour her thighs, her skin soft, inviting, welcoming me to her power, feeding my addiction, compelling me to be hers.

She strokes my hair. ‘Good boy.’
I nuzzle her panties. She moans. My cock quivers under her power. I lick the edges of her panties, brimming her feral desire. I gobble the flesh of her tummy, creamy with pre-orgasmic expectation. She opens her legs wider and I slide my tongue under her panties, scrabbling at her pubes.
Another brooding moan escapes her body. She glides her fingers through my hair.

My tongue outlines her panties, sneaking inside with a wisp of desire. I slip my palms under her thighs. I grab the outside of her thighs and pull them together so they tighten around my face, keeping me locked in place for her exclusive pleasure.

She breathes deep and long, her lustful expectation permeating her rich lungs.
I pucker my lips against the entrance to her panties, wishing they weren’t there.
‘Enough,’ she says. ‘Stand.’
I release my grip on her thighs and stand.
‘Hands behind your back.’
I obey.

She stares at me, not blinking, not breaking eye contact. She cups my balls, tight in her palm, controlling. My cock bobs up and down in front of her. She slides forward on the bed, licks the end. She sucks just my head, the heat of her mouth oozing down my shaft. She twirls her tongue over me while squeezing my balls. I am hers. Powerless. She sucks faster, to and fro, teasing me with her corkscrew tongue. I want to explode in her mouth. I NEED to explode in her mouth. She fondles my buttocks. Her fingers slide between my legs and she rubs behind my balls, the base of my cock. I feel the impending orgasm grow: the exquisite tickle in my balls, the hearty throb flooding my stiffness. I will explode.

She stops. ‘No, not yet.’ She stands. She kisses me again and again while tugging my cock, slow and rhythmic, teasing me, keeping me at the brink of orgasm. Using me. Control Manipulating my cock and balls for her delight. I am hers.

She whispers into my ear: ‘You had better not disappoint me tonight . . .’
She kisses my cheek, my lips, wearing no perfume other than the natural woman scent of a showered body.
She gazes into my eyes and tugs me harder to remind me who has the power.

She licks my lips. Her tongue darts into my mouth. She knows this makes me fantasize about kissing her wet pussy. She tugs me faster, edging me closer to orgasm. She tongues my mouth. Keeps tugging. My knees begin to buckle with the thought of coming after a month of denial. She stops. ‘You have to ask me permission to come, remember?’

She turns and pads onto the bed. She kneels on all fours and sticks her buttocks into the air. ‘Pleasure me.’
I kneel behind and her buttocks magnetize my face to them. I mouth their pristine feminine curves.
‘Kiss my panties.’
I kiss her panties, now soaked with her delight.
‘Does that make you hard?’
‘Yes, mistress.’

She reaches back and grabs my cock. ‘Good boy.’ She gives me a few quick tugs to remind me I am powerless against her sex. ‘If you disobey me tonight I will never let you come. Remove my panties.’
I curl my fingers inside her panties and ease them down her hips to her knees. The moonlight bleaches her buttocks ghost-white. Her oval of darkness entices me in. My cock pulses.

She flicks her panties to the floor. Her legs part so I can see the power of her wetness, the source of my drug. ‘You are not allowed to kiss me there. You kiss me there only when I say, understand?’
‘Yes, mistress.’
She drives her pussy into my face to tease me, knowing if I kiss her without her consent I will pleasure her each night for a month without coming.
I want to dive into her inviting wetness, be controlled by her womanly aroma. I kiss her cheeks, bordering her pussy with my mouth. ‘Smell me.’
My cock pulsates. I breathe her scent in deeper, wanting the orgasm to knock me unconscious.
She tugs me, knowing her perfume strengthens her conditioning of my vice. She controls me so I stiffen when she commands, so I remain obedient to her feminine demands. ‘Do you want to kiss me there?’
‘Yes.’
‘BEG me.’
‘I beg you, mistress. I need to kiss you there. PLEASE.’
‘You may pleasure me.’
I delve between her cheeks; into her waterfall darkness. Her dripping heat bathes my face, granting my wish. Strawberry kisses. My cock jitters; I am home. Her odour washes over me, addicting my senses to her feminine scent.

My mistress groans. She grabs my head and skewers my face deeper into her drizzled lips. I bombard her with kisses, assaulting her lips with mine again, again. I find her clit, inviting, swollen from her gluttonous pleasure. She tugs my cock, conditioning my desire so I derive joy only from her inner core. I kiss her, faster. Her moans build to a crescendo. She shouts, gasps. Her clits swells on my tongue. Her cheeks shudder either side of my crushed face. I lick quicker; she squeals orgasmic delight. Her uncontrollable hips rock as an earthquake of bliss shreds her mortal body. Her shrieks ebb. She releases me.
I sit back, await her command
‘Good boy.’ She reaches around, grasps my balls. ‘But these empty only when I say.’ She sweeps her fingertips over them, caressing, checking they remain full for her. She fondles the tip of my cock and eases it into her. Her internal fervor surrounds me, swamping my hardness.
I push: slow; rhythmic. Her moist passion lines my shaft. I want to plunge deep inside until I explode. I grab her hips and thrust quicker, my balls banging against her ripe cheeks. I want her to take me, to fuck the life from me until I am drunk from her desire.
She groans. ‘Harder.’
Sweat layers my body. My breaths quicken, my heart struggling to cope with her exquisite demands. Her wetness teases me, corroding my will, compelling my cock to harden inside her. I cannot stop her. Woman versus man. Woman dominating man using her sex. She is fucking me.
Controlling me. Her pussy tormenting my fat cock into orgasmic submission for her own selfish demands. I never want her to stop. My orgasm builds. I simper with each steel thrust, her slick womanhood edging me to orgasm, commanding me to firework inside her. My balls constrict, ready for the release.

She grabs my sack, feels its tightness. She snatches at the base of my cock, yanks me out. ‘No. You come when I decide.’ She turns round on the bed to face me, her mighty thighs creating a pyramid of pleasure rising to her dripping, fucked, pussy. Her breast bulge out of her bra, orbs of delight ready for deployment.

We kiss. Her forehead streams with fresh thunderous sweat.
I want to please her. I need her to use me, to take me, to bleed me until I am dead. Her tongue threads into mine; I want her hot lips grinding my face, coming on me while she ignores my agonizing stiffness.
‘Lie on your back,’ she says.
I stretch out on the four-poster, my arms above my head. My cock vibrates in the moonlight, denied its liberation.
She flicks off her heels. She undoes her bra. Her mighty breasts bounce out, another teasing weapon to use against me. She leans across to each red silk scarf and binds my wrists and ankles with them.
‘Can I—’
‘Oh, naughty boy. You talk only when I tell you to, remember? I must keep your mouth quiet.’
She slots her knees either side of my hips and edges forward over my body: the scrape of pliant flesh upon flesh, lust flowing into me. Her thighs teeter over my chest. I try to lick her but she leans back and wags her finger at me. She stares into my eyes, powerful, beautiful. She fondles her breast, rubbing, squeezing, teasing me with what I cannot taste. She circles a nipple with a fingertip. She shadows her finger down to her belly, swollen with desire. Her finger slides through her pubes into her pussy. She rams herself again, again, tossing back her head, moaning. She pulls her finger out, soaking with her essence. She smears my lips with it. My cock spasms. She traces my lips, carving lust into my face. She leans down, her face above mine. She stares into my eyes and guides her finger into my mouth. I suck it, wanting more, craving her heat. I am hers. She sees me trapped in her spell; she smiles. She withdraws her finger and clutches my face with both hands so I can’t move.

She lowers her pussy onto my face. ‘There. You can’t talk now. Pleasure me.’
Her lips feel rich and full. Wet with life. She grinds herself into my face, smearing me with her spirit. I feel her hands behind my head, pulling my face deeper into her. I kiss her lips, lick her. She squirms, moans. ‘Good boy . . .’ She gyrates, spiking me with my addiction. I lick a figure of eight into her. She comes over me, her thighs shaking either side of my head. She prises herself off, does a 180 and squats on my face. ‘Another. NOW.’
I kiss her. I want to enter her, to be with her. For her to use me, tease me, control me.

Her hot breathe carpets my thighs. She licks my balls. She sticks moist kisses up my shaft to my head. She licks around it and I raise my hips to thrust into her mouth. She removes her mouth from me; she will decide when. She tugs my cock, bringing me closer to orgasm. I want to burst. Her hot mouth envelops my cock, twisting round my head, taunting me to spurt in her mouth. She sucks, drawing me into her. I lick her faster. She groans, her mouth full, hectic with adventure. My balls constrict; the twinge. My cock thumps with the impending orgasm. She stops sucking. ‘You come only when I say. More pleasure.’
My cocks jolts without her mouth, lost from pleasure. I lick her faster, suffocating with desire beneath her. My lips melt into hers, my face saturated with her controlling perfume. I nuzzle her; her body convulses with another orgasm.
She eases off me. She spins round and lies next to me in the moonlit. She stares into my eyes. ‘I don’t know whether I want you to come tonight.’ She strokes my shaft with two fingers. She kisses me, her tongue penetrating my mouth. ‘Is this nice?’
‘God, yes.’
She stares at me. ‘Want to come now?’
‘Please let me come.’
‘This is so nice, isn’t it?’ She yanks a few hard strokes, followed by ones soft and slow. ‘What would you do to come right now?’
‘Anything . . .’
‘Do you love me controlling you?’
‘Yes.’
‘Shall I let you come tonight?’
‘Please, yes.’
‘You are at my command, here only for MY pleasure.’ She jerks me faster. ‘Shall I make you come now?’
‘Yesssss.’
‘No. I don’t want that. I want you to come in me. Do you want to come in me?’ She tugs me fast, rhythmic, to the point of no return, conditioning my pleasure to her control of my cock.
‘Yes . . . in you.’
‘Good boy.’

She stops. She undoes my ankles. She unties my wrists while allowing her breast to dip into my mouth. I suck on them. She sits back. I sit up. She lowers herself onto my cock. She fucks me. Slow. Deep. I lean forward to kiss her breasts but she slides back, teasing me. She smiles. She grabs my face and smothers me with her cleavage. She rides me. I kiss her breasts, hard, erect. I lick, suck, scrabbling to come inside her. I grab her waist and bury my lips into her breasts. Lust ripples through me. I kiss her neck, finding her mouth, her wanton lips. I need her to fuck me, to drain me inside her. She grabs my shoulders, returns the kisses. Her tongue enters me. She arches her back and comes again with a scream. A matrix of sweat frames her face. She stops rocking and rises off my trembling cock. She rolls onto her back. ‘Kiss my tummy.’
I lean over her. I kiss her tummy.
‘Yes, just there. Nowhere else.’
I kiss her tummy, her container of life.
She scoops my balls in her hand. She could squeeze them to reinforce her power. Instead she fondles my buttocks, gives them a quick slap. Her delicious odour pulls my lips to hers.
She squeezes my balls. ‘You’re not allowed to kiss me there until I say. Tummy, nowhere else.’
My mouth shunts across to her tummy, her acreage of skin. I kiss her hips and the flesh over her bone bows to my attention.
She slides two fingers up my shaft. She grabs my rigid head and gently tugs it. I am delirious. She tugs me slowly; not enough to come. But enough to WANT to come, to crave the earned release.
I lick her tummy, the close border of her pubes tormenting me.
‘Pleasure me.’ She grabs my hair and pushes me into her pussy. ‘Another.’
I snuggle between her legs.
She strokes my cock, bringing me to close orgasm but never letting me release.
Her wetness drenches my face. I might shatter with bliss.

She tugs me enough to keep me simmering but not boiling over. Her control is absolute. I lick her fast and she comes again. She says nothing for a few seconds. The storm outside lashes the windows, trying to penetrate. ‘Fuck me.’
She allows me to get on top of her. She grabs my cock, guides me in. She feels oily with echoes of her multiple orgasms. I thrust slowly. She bends her knees. She raises her muscular legs and slots her ankles over my shoulders. She pulls her thighs back to deepen the penetration, to maximise her pleasure.
‘I said, FUCK me.’
I force myself in faster, deeper. I lean down, kissing her neck with droplets of pleasure. I lick her ear lobes. Cuddle her wobbling breasts with my lips.
She grabs my buttocks and pulls me into her, driving my head in deeper.
My cock is a lead pipe
‘Yeah . . . Faster. Fuck me.’
I bury my stone stiffness inside, sweat flicking from my face. Her heat corrupts my masculine defences, drowning my rational thoughts. Our mortal bodies meld into one.
‘Come in me . . . NOW.’
Rain bombards the window like hammers against metal. A cacophony of elements.
I pound her; my balls tighten. I gulp lungs of moist air, fighting the fear of pleasure. Her pussy teases my cock: taunting it to explode; asserting its feminine power. I’m helpless within her. The tickle of orgasm wraps my body.
I explode.
My cock pumps spurt after spurt. My eyes lock tight with pleasure. I continue thrusting, desperate to please her animal needs.
There is no more.
She has used me for what she wanted. She controlled my orgasm; controlled me. My cock is hers; I am hers. Always.
‘Good boy. Maybe next time you won’t have to wait a month to come.’
I lie still on her for a moment, my spent body quivering with concentrated delight. Her heart vibrates me. My lips brush her shoulder. My face burns with the acid of orgasmic sweat. I withdraw; my cock twitches in the still midnight air. My pubes tinged with her demands. The storm has passed.
I drop to her side. I wrap an arm around her scorching waist. I kiss her burning cheek. ‘Thank you, mistress.’
She squeezes my hand. ‘Goodnight, husband.’

Member submitted Femdom story. Femdom or female domination sex stories, are those where a woman takes the lead. Dominant wives, girlfriends or women in positions of power, are usually the main character, with a submissive male or female, attending to their every demand. For male and female subs, femdom fiction is likely to contain story elements of both softer activities like foot worship and teasing, to more hardcore activities like light torture, pain play (nipple and genital clamps, CBT), strap-on sex (pegging), figging, smothering, suffocation, orgasm denial, fisting, anal play, spanking, toilet play and humiliation.

Writers Guide to Submitting Stories

I entered the dungeon. Mistress was there and waiting.
“Pete, your late!”
“Sorry Mistress I was caught in traffic.”
I knelt down and kissed the toe of her black leather boot.
“Forgive me, Mistress.” I whispered..
‘I’ll think about it.“ She replied with a grin. “Now strip and make your self ready! As I recall you made some pretty heavy promises about this session!”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied and I promise to keep each and every one!”
“We shall see…” She smiled, “We shall see.”
I pealed out of my clothes, and in a moment I was completely naked before her.
“Here.” She handed me a rope, “We’re going to be starting with some stretching.”
I bound my testicles for weight (as opposed for beating).
“Here” she said pointing to the chains hanging from the ceiling.
“Yes Ma’am.”
In a moment I was handcuffed to the chains, my arms fully extended toward the ceiling.
Mistress began pulling weights from her toy bag and piled them on the table before me.
She had 2 ten pound weights, 2 five pound weights and 4 two and a half pound weights.
I gulped audibly.
“Don’t worry, I don’t think we’ll be using all of them.”
“Thank you Mistress!” I sighed in relief.
She then tied one of the ten pound weights to my balls and let it swing free. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine, and returned.
The weight was heavy, but it was only 10 pounds. She saw that I was not affected much, and soon added another 5 pound weight. This was notably heavier. Those of you who enjoy weight lifting understand 15 pounds is a significant weight to be holding. Soon my breadth was becoming labored.
“Is that getting heavy?” she asked teasingly
“Just a little Darling.” I replied
“Good then you won’t mind me adding another 2.5 pounds?”
“No, please go ahead….I promised today, my balls are yours…and you can do anything to them you desire!” I gulped at hearing my own words. A moment later I have 17.5 pounds swinging from between my legs.
My breadth was becoming labored. She pressed her body against my side.
“Do you know how hot this makes me to have you suffer like this?” She whispered into my ear careful to do so with “breathy” words. I could feel her large breasts pressing up against my body as her warm breath teased me mercilessly and my cock throbbed uncontrollably.
“For you my Darling I will endure anything!” I answered her.
“I want you to take more, pete. Will you do 20 for me? Please?” She sexually teased into my ear. I could hear and feel her arousal. “I cannot tell you how hot this makes me!” she sighed.
“Yes my Goddess…Anything today for you!” I found myself replying.
She grinned a sexy yet sadistic simile and stroked my cock teasingly. “Pete you tease me so!”
She lifted the 17.5 pounds from my balls as I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Tell me when you are ready, pete.” She said as she gently held my balls and stroked them gently with her fingers. “I am so turned on by how much your balls can take! I wonder if I could actually cum while torturing you?”
“Oh Mistress that would be THE crowning achievement of my life I that could come true!” I replied.
“But could you handle it?”
“My Darling Mistress, your arousal spurs me on to great heights!”
She ran her fingers across my mustache making it damp with her scented juice. “Does this tell you how aroused I am?”
“Mistress my balls are steel! Let me suffer for you!”
An instant later my balls were supporting a massive weight! The pain was intense. It felt like my balls were being torn from my body!
Mistress hugged me, tapping the weights sending them swinging between my legs.
I coughed as the pain spiked into my testicles.
“Oh Pete!” She sighed! She ran her hands over my compressed and tortured balls feeling the pressure and pain that they are suffering in her honor. She then gripped them with her hand and pulled them forward pulling the swinging weights where she wanted.
“I need more!” she cooed…“Much more!”
My breadth was straining heavily with the pains…..“Yes Goddess….” Was all I could reply
“Hold it pete! Do not give in!” I could feel her hand playing between her legs, I knew she was getting off on my suffering….but the pain…..
“Hold it pete just a little longer…please….I’m so close!” she cooed….
My testicles were screaming in agony…
“This won’t work….” she pouted. “I need more, pete. Can you take more? Please for me? I was so close…your pain and suffering is so arousing!”
“Yes…YES! Anything, but Mistress….” I gasped
“Yes pete? What is it?”
“May I have a small break?”
An instant later the weights were removed. The pains stopping instantly. My breadths sill panting.
“That was so wonderful!” She cooed.
“22.5 Pounds! And you held it for 4 minutes! That is almost the record!” She said.
“22.5 Pounds? I thought you moved it to 20?”
“You said you wanted me aroused….and you have taken me to a new height….if you could only break that record.”
“You mean that did NOT break a record?”
“No, you missed it be a whole minute.” I could see the disappointment in her face.
“Oh Mistress I am so sorry! Let me try again! This time I promise to shatter that record!”
“Will you pete? For me? Can your testicles suffer that much for me, for my happiness?” She tormented me.
“Yes Mistress…In fact I beg you to *make* me shatter that record!”
“Oh Pete! You have made me a happy woman! Are you ready?”
“Yes……………” I was unable to finish my sentence as she lifted and tied off the weights. Instantly my breadth became labored, my testicles were being torn from my body once more.
“That feels heavier!” I gasped out. “Actually it is.” she whispered into my ear. Her hand stroked my stomach and toyed with my failing cock..before finding its goal of my imprisoned testicles. She lightly ran her finger nails across the tightly stretched scrotal skin, then she grabbed them with her whole hand. “You said you wanted to *shatter* that record, for me. Are you now cowardly backing out from your promise?” To emphasized her anger she pulled my balls forward swinging the tremendous weights from like a pendulum.
“No Mistress!” I gasped….“I….I just was not ready for more weights!” I coughed.
“I only added 2.5 pounds more. Don’t be such a baby, its ONLY 25 pounds!!” She pulled my balls again sending the weights swinging harder. “Pete, how long can you hold this weight?”
“I….don’t know….its soo heavy….the pain….is intense…“
“Hold it pete….hold it for me! ” She rubbed her wet fingers onto my mustache again and then up into my nostrils..”There…..Here is my scent to give you strength!”
Like Hercules putting on his ring or Popeye eating his spinach…I suddenly became stronger….The knowledge of my intense suffering arousing my Goddess is all I need to push my pain limits ever farther. Smelling her sweet nectar with my every breadth was pure adrenalin to my system.
Mistress took hold of tortured testicles and gave them a squeeze and a sharp pulls joggling the weights violently. I cried out in pain…..I faintly heard her moan in pleasure at my suffering.
“Again….Again! Harder!” I begged her.

She hugged my body, and gripped my balls again and gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek. She moved in front of me and looked me in the eyes. I could see the animalistic lust in her…..“that” grin she gets when she has entered her sadistic lustful state.
She gripped her hands much harder this time and then she pulled them forward and pushed backward getting the weights to swing. Releasing them letting them swing with the weights as she picked something up off the ground. She knelt before me, then I saw it. It was the ball gag she uses to beat my testicles. She pulled it backward..I closed my eyes. I did not want to chance flinching. She timed her hit with the forward movement, just as my balls reached the apex of the wing she sung the ball into my testicles in a slingshot movement…..it took a second for the pain to penetrate my conscience mind. It was a blinding spike of pain causing my whole body to flail…which renewed the swing of the weights…the lighting shot of pain began its retreat as my balls once more were swinging forward….and BAM! Another hit…and then another and another…I cannot say how many hits I received…I was enclosed in agony until I suddenly felt her untie the weights. My body was covered in sweat, my heart racing…pains sill shooting through my body as I felt her hug me.
“That was beautiful!” She cooed into my ear….“I have not cum that hard in a long time!”
Pains still filling my mind I grinned and kissed her cheek. I had achieved my goal.

Member submitted Femdom story. Femdom or female domination sex stories, are those where a woman takes the lead. Dominant wives, girlfriends or women in positions of power, are usually the main character, with a submissive male or female, attending to their every demand. For male and female subs, femdom fiction is likely to contain story elements of both softer activities like foot worship and teasing, to more hardcore activities like light torture, pain play (nipple and genital clamps, CBT), strap-on sex (pegging), figging, smothering, suffocation, orgasm denial, fisting, anal play, spanking, toilet play and humiliation.

Writers Guide to Submitting Stories

As I took my position I thought about all that had transpired leading up to this.
It started so innocently.
An asshole flamed Ms Norma Jean on her Yahoo Group. Well being the Southern Gentlemen that I am, I could not stand by and allow that to go unanswered! My reply was in true Southern form, and then I apologized to the Mistress for his total lack of Manors..and accused him of being a Damn Yankee.
It was this last part that started it all.
You see Norma Jean is from New York…I did not know this or I would have never made the sentence. I only assumed such a genteel and lovely lady could ONLY be from the Deep South.
Well after several more emails apologizing to her for MY poor manors…She mentioned her desire to extract her pride on my back side. I read and re-read her email and concluded that she was, in reality challenging me to a Southern Duel. Her honor was at stake, and as a Southern Gentleman I should realize her wrath and give back to her, Her Pride.

Well, little more needed to be said! However, I am a man, and she a Genteel Lady. How possibly could she retake her pride? Then it struck me, to pit her “inferior” female boxing talents against my true manly genitals! She jumped at the chance, confident that she could easily restore her Pride at the expense of my testicles. I felt it important for her, a Yankee, to truly understand the differences between the South and North. That the war fought so long ago has never truly ended in victory or defeat. That so long as I have breadth in my lungs I will uphold all the good things the South stood for, and that there was no way she could get me to admit defeat.

It was this last part I think I will suffer for the most. You see I made those sentences before I saw this extremely fit, rather muscular woman! She stands before me wearing an all white cotton antique corset, her large breasts and aroused nipples clearly visible through the fabric, on her lower half she wore white cotton bloomers. It was if she had just removed her hoop skirt ball gown!
She is clearly far more muscular than I anticipated, her bicep’s, though small, where clearly defined almost chiseled, as were all the other muscles I could see. It was obvious this woman spends lots of time at the gym!
So here I am. Standing before her, my legs spread, my testicles properly bound for a proper beating. My arms tied securely behind my back to prevent me attempting to block any of her hits. My cock rock hard and tied, erect, to my stomach which thrusts my dangling large testicles forward for her. I realized I completely underestimated Norma Jean…a mistake I would pay for dearly.
“You ready, boy?” She asked in an extremely New York accent.
“Madam, ” I began in my best Southern Drawl. I did not get the next word out before she hammered my testicles with her right fist. “Aaahhhhhhhhh! Good hit!” I gasped.
“Plenty more where that came from, Johnny reb!!” She responded. “I’m just getting warmed up!” She shrugged each shoulder in turn stretching the muscles and cocked her head accordingly. I distinctly heard her neck bones crack as she stretched. It was then that I truly felt fear. “Your just not at the right height!” She said, realizing that to really deliver the hits she wanted to She would have to kneel before me. “I know!” She then brought two kitchen chairs into the room and ordered me to stand on them. This put my testicles at the perfect height! “But Mistress? I’ll fall.” I pointed out. Realizing how unstable this situation was.
She then retrieved a rope from the dungeon and tied it off to my rib cage around my arm pits, then secured it to several large hooks in the ceiling.
“That should hold you! Let’s get this started!” She said with a sadistic gleam in her eye.
She reached out and pulled my balls down in the sack massaging the sack skin to stretch it out. “The more the testicles can bounce around the more painful it will be.” she informed me.
“Yes Ma’am, thank you, you are truly a Southern Belle!”
“Here’s how I’m going to run this. You’ll get 20 hits in a row, each one more painful than its predecessor, then you will get a 2 to 3 minute break, followed by another round. The only way I will stop will be through you conceding the South Truly LOST the war!” “That, I assure you my darlin, will NEVER happen!” I responded in my best Southern Drawl.
“We shall see!”
“Oh and by the way, I have the next 3 hours of my schedule free. I think you will be singing a new tune soon enough!”
With that she began the hits. The initial set was more of her getting her targeting, and foot positions, rather than a brutal assault. That would change soon enough. She began the second set with a rather soft set of punches. Her goal on this set was deciding the strength and directions of hits. She ended the 20 hits by 4 doubling strength hits..each one doubling the power of the previous hit….By the time the last hit landed the pains were spiking up into my rib cage, my breadth shaky at best. Sweat was beginning to appear on my chest and brow. “How you doing, Johnny? Hanging in there I hope! This is Just getting fun!”
“I’m do’in fine Billy Yank! It’s just starting to get interesting!” I replied defiantly.
“Tell me when you are ready!”
When the pains subsided….I nodded my head to her.
Her assault was brutal….from the first punch to the last it was where the previous set ended. I don’t think I breathed a single breadth the entire set…the pain sky rocketed through my body. She spiked way way beyond my pain limits…I was babbling by the time the last hit landed. My feet were off the chairs, had I not been tied to the ceiling I would have been curled up on the floor. In truth I was ready to conceded her victory!
“How you hanging, Johnny?” She asked stroking my head with her soft hand. The same hand the just brutally batter my testicles. She reached down and felt of my balls, they were already swelling filling the scrotal sack.
“Do’in fine still Billy.” I eventually replied, “How’s your knuckles fairing? Any bruising yet?”
“Naw! The’re doing fine. Must say your testicles are getting a little red and swollen, thou”
“Really? Already? I barely felt that set.”
“You pain Slut! You’ll regret those words before this is all over.”
“Yes, Yes I will.” I replied.
“Here have a sip.” She gave me a sip of her wine.
“Thanks, Billy.”
She then set the glass down and repositioned herself in front of me.
The fourth set was less brutal, this was to be an endurance test. The punches came slower than the previous set. each one equal in strength. Each one pistoning my testicles backward, and the next hit landing as the testicles swung back forward. It had the appearance of my testicles throwing themselves upon her knuckles. The pains were very interesting, as with all testicle beating they begin in the testicles themselves, then radiate upward to the kidneys, then to the lower stomach, then upper stomach, and then finally ribs. This is where I loose my ability to stand and take it….this is where she engineered the punches to be at punch 17….where I had to receive 3 more as I flailed about suspended on the ropes.
Then the break.
I would slowly come back down from the pains…back to reality. The pains retreating back downward to my swollen testicles. The pain never left them. They had reached a constant pain level.
“How you do’in Johnny?”
“You ready to surrender yet Billy?” I responded.
“I gotta give it to you, you sure don’t know when to stop! Have another sip.”
“Thanks, down right hospitable of you Billy, thanks.”
The fifth, sixth, and seventh sets were repeats of the fourth, with the notable exception that instead of punch 17 maxing out my pain level, it fell to punches 16, 15 and 14 respectfully.
“How you do’in, Johnny?” She asked once again.
“I’ve been better.” I gasped out.
“Thing are looking pretty swollen down there.” She reached out and felt of my swollen testicles, I cringed as she squeezed sending a spike of pain throughout my body. “How much more can these babies take?”
“I don’t know Billy. You wanting to surrender? Those knuckles of yours seem to be really taking a beating!”
She laughed. “No, but your balls sure are!” She then gripped my balls with a furious grip sending a spike of pain through the roof, and then she held it there. “Surrender, Johnny reb!”
“No….” I coughed out.
“Surrender, and I’ll let these go! Otherwise I’m going to increase my grip!”
“No…” I coughed again…as promised she virtually doubled her grip on my testicles.
“Okay! Okay! you win!!! Please!! Please let them go!!!’
She relaxed her grip slightly….then pressed her nose to mine….”SAY IT!“
I hesitated, to which she clamped down with all her might.
“YES!! Yes ma’am.. The SOUTH LOST THE WAR!!!”
She laughed and released my balls…“I knew you’d see things my way.”
As the pain subsided, and I was fed another sip of wine.
“Madam, you realize that I am duty bound to demand a rematch…..”
“I was counting on it!” She laughed, “After all we still have another 2 hours to play!!!”

Member submitted Femdom story. Femdom or female domination sex stories, are those where a woman takes the lead. Dominant wives, girlfriends or women in positions of power, are usually the main character, with a submissive male or female, attending to their every demand. For male and female subs, femdom fiction is likely to contain story elements of both softer activities like foot worship and teasing, to more hardcore activities like light torture, pain play (nipple and genital clamps, CBT), strap-on sex (pegging), figging, smothering, suffocation, orgasm denial, fisting, anal play, spanking, toilet play and humiliation.

Writers Guide to Submitting Stories

It was the next morning when things began in earnest.
I had been a night to remember. Mistress awakened, stretched and never in her life had she felt so satisfied. She looked over and there on the floor curled up was her slave, pete.
What a life altering mistake he had made, breaking into the dungeon to rob the place only to be captured and turned into her fantasy slave. She had never met a slave who should withstand such intense CBT, in fact just thinking of what she had already done to him made her wet with desire.
“Slave! Get up!” She commanded, “I need a toilet!”
“Yes, Mistress!” he responded without a instants hesitation.
She merely spread her thighs for him, he maneuvered his mouth to her crotch and signaled his readiness with the flick of his tongue separating her labia. She unleased her bladder into his waiting mouth, as she finished he liked her clean. She ran her hands through his hair and pressed his lips into her.
And now my sweet slave we, or rather you are going to make testicular history!
He looked at her not understanding.
“Oh, my darling, you will soon understand! I want you to sit over here,” She pointed to a spot under the sling.
He crawled over and sat as instructed.
“Pull your knees up to your chest. That’s right.”
She then took a long length of rope and bound his ankles and calves to his upper thighs. “Now honey, lift your arms, I need to put this lifting harness on you.” She put on him what amounted to a straight jacket, except there were large leather straps that secured about his stomach and chest. There were buckles that also secured his legs to the front side of the jacket. Four straps attached to the jacket lifted upwards and were clipped into the winch of the sling.
She then picked up the controller, and flicked the up button.
Up he went into the air. She stopped him when his balls were about chest high.
She walked over to him, and reach out and took hold of his dangling testicles. In his current position, they were the lowest thing on his body.
“I’m going to start slow…first with stretching exercises…then we’ll move into the swelling exercises. But first I want to measure these babies. I want to record the growth they will undertake today!”
She opened a small container sitting on the table and scooped out some salve. She then massaged it into his testicles. At first it felt cool, then it tingled and warmed up considerably.
“No this is not bengay, I am not after surface pain. This is Vicks Vapor rub, it will sink in and warm up your testicles and sack skin an increase the stretching I am about to do to you.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Next she then took a 1.5 inch ball spreader and secured it onto his testicles. Then she took out a cloth measuring tape. Wrapping it about his testicles she carefully documented the circumference of his testicles.
“Seven and one quarter inch!” She said as she wrote the measurement into a small leather book.
She then a fixed a 5 pound weight to the ball stretching straps, pulled up a chair and sat down.
“I am going to have such fun with you today, slave”
“I hope so, my Mistress!” he replied.
She was in no hurry, she swung the weight back and forth. Then she reached up and stroked her finger down the crack of his ass, taking a moment to dive her finger tip into his anus.
He involuntarily jumped.
“Are you a virgin?” She asked.
“Yes, Mistress”
“Interesting, I want to hear you beg for me to insert a dildo up your ass today.”
“Mistress?”
“You heard me! Before I am through with you today, you will be begging me to insert a dildo up your ass!” She ran her hand again through the crack of his ass, once more pausing and giving attention to his exposed anus.
She smiled at him…and attached another 5 pound weight to his testicles, then walked out of the room. When she returned she was carrying a small butt plug. It was approximately 5.5 inches long and about one inch in diameter. She showed it to him and then placed it on the table. She also had a 10 inch rubber cock that measured 1.5 inches in diameter.
“You will beg for this to be inserted in your ass today my slave.” She grabbed his testicles and gave them a firm squeeze, then pulled them hard sending him and the weights swinging.
He could feel his testicles descending from all the weights.
She then positioned her chair directly in front of him. His balls were eye level to her. She lifted the rubber cock and swung it striking his testicles painfully.
“I just love it!!!” She squealed! “I’m beating your balls with a cock!” She swung it again striking his balls ever harder. The slave cried out in pain.

“Poor baby, I bet that did hurt!” She set the dildo down and grabbed a hold of his balls and squeezed them hard, pulling them once more causing him to swing back and forth. She then picked up the dildo again, and timed her strikes hitting his testicles each time he was closest to her. There was absolutely nothing he could do to stop her assault. He was completely helpless swinging back an forth, completely bound. The hits rained down on him. Every time his movement slowed she would grab him by the balls crushing his testicles and pulling him back into motion.

After about 10 minuted of this game she added another 5 pound weight to his testicles and set down the dildo.
He was in a lot of pain, she could see it in his face. 15 pounds dangling from his testicles.
“Darling you are going to hold this weight for the next 5 minutes! Only then will we discuss removing it.”
Yes!….Mistress“ he gasped in response.
“Aaawwwweeeee is it heavy, my pet?” she teased him. She reached out with her hand and felt his testicles, held them in her hand.
“I’ll help you.” she said, and she reached up and began stroking his cock. It took a moment or two but soon he was rock hard, she then took her fingernails and flicked his cock head sending intense pain into him.
“Two more minuted to go precious!
She then attached several clothes pins to his cock head, 3 along the rim another two attached to his frenum. She then sat back down and looked a looked at her watch.
He was gasping in pain now, holding back for all he was worth…
Twenty more seconds!” She said excitedly!
“Mistress! It hurts so baddly!” he cried out
“Fifteen seconds! pete hold on for me! do it for me my pet!”
“Ten seconds!”
“Five”
“Zero! Wow pete you did it!” her excitement was almost orgasmic. “I would never have believe you could hold that amount of weight for so long!”
“Mistress! Please!”
“Please what? Oh the clothes pins! Sorry!” She then reached out and flicked the clothes pins from his cock sending waves of pain through his cock making him shake and swing on the suspension ropes.
“No Mistress the weights! Please, it is killing me! Pleas take them off!”
“Oh, the weights!! Here’s the deal, beg me to insert that butt plug into your ass and I’ll remove the weights!”
“Mistress PLEASE!!!”
“Please what pete?
“Mistress Please insert the butt plug! Please Mistress I cannot take the weights any longer!”
“Are you really sure you want that inside you?
“YES PLEASE!” slave pete was almost in tears.
She could see his desperation, and removed one of the weights. She then picked up the plug, lubed it carefully then inserted it into him. He could feel the foreign object penetrating his virgin orifice. It came to rest against his prostate, his cock throbbed involuntarily. The Mistress then removed the remaining two weights.
“See? I told you would be begging me to insert that!” She gloated.
“Yes Mistress, I never doubted you.”
Mistress reached out and took hold of his testicles, they had distended at least another inch from the weights. “So lovely your testicles are when they dangle like this!” She sighed. without warning she clapped her hands together on his testicles.
“Argh!” he screamed in pain
“Oh, pete, did that hurt?”
“Yes Mistress!” He gasped still catching his breath from the tremendous hit.
Clap!
CLAP!!
“Then that must have hurt a LOT more!” She sighed watching him flail about in his harness unable to protect his testicles as she delivered more claps to them.
CLAP!!
“Please Mistress!”
CLAP!!! “Yellow!” he cried out..
“I guess this means I’ll have to start again!” She sighed. “Let me know when you are ready. You are going to receive 10 Claps…without coding before I move to the next Phase of this Session!”
“TEN?? Mistress!!! Mistress that will KILL Me!”
“You will take ten…or else! Now are you ready? I’m getting tired of waiting!”

Member submitted Femdom story. Femdom or female domination sex stories, are those where a woman takes the lead. Dominant wives, girlfriends or women in positions of power, are usually the main character, with a submissive male or female, attending to their every demand. For male and female subs, femdom fiction is likely to contain story elements of both softer activities like foot worship and teasing, to more hardcore activities like light torture, pain play (nipple and genital clamps, CBT), strap-on sex (pegging), figging, smothering, suffocation, orgasm denial, fisting, anal play, spanking, toilet play and humiliation.

Writers Guide to Submitting Stories

Hours later she arose from her slumber, the previous session merely an afterglow to her body. She stretched and sat upright. Looking down she saw her slave, pete. He was curled up on the floor sleeping like the obedient dog he was. She smiled at him remembering the fun she had had with him earlier. She felt the warmth returning to her thighs, her nipples became erect as the sessions vivid memory played through her head.
She had to have more.
“Get up!” she yelled at her slave.
He wakened instantly, and jumped back to his knees. “Good morning Mistress!”
“I do not recall giving you the permission to sleep?”
“No Mistress, I am sorry.” he answered her, his head bowed before her, his eyes fixed upon her feet s she sat before him on the table.
“You will be punished for your transgressions!” She said in a menacing voice, She watched his cock throb with her threat.
“Yes Mistress,” he swallowed hard.

She hopped off the table and stood before him. His transfixed gaze now focused on her shaven crotch. She reached down and put her hands on his head and pulled it forward into her wet crotch. She then stepped forward implanting his mouth beneath her crotch and forcing his head somewhat backward. She felt his tongue probing forward into her wet pussy as she unleased her bladder into his open mouth.
“Do not spill a drop!” She threatened clinching her fingers in his hair and forcing herself deeper into his mouth.
He gagged, and choked a couple times, but managed to not spill a single drop.
“Good boy!” she praised him as she dismounted his face. “Now lick me clean!”
He leaned forward and gently licked her, cleaning up properly.
“Hmmmmmmm” she cooed, “Very good, slave. Very good! I think you deserve a reward! Get on the table!”
He obeyed her, hopping onto the table she had just vacated.

She opened a large bag lying under the table, and pulled out several leather cuffs. She tossed three onto his stomach, and proceeded to attach one his leg. Soon he had a secure leather cuff attached to his arms and legs. Then she pulled forth several pieces of rope. In moments he was securely attached to the table, spread eagle. She then went into the closet and came back carrying a long piece of wood that had several devices hooked to it. She placed it between his legs, sliding it into his crotch. She then lifted his cock and balls and slid the device against his pubic bone, replacing his genitals on the top of the device. She then unhooked the spreader bar attachments from the sides of the device and secured them to the back sides of his knees. She then pulled a length of rope out of the end, and dragged it up to his testicles, where she attached it to his testicles. The testicle harness was quite unique, it was a thick leather band that wrapped about the neck of the testicles very tightly, buckling in place, and the rope lead was split attaching to the sides of the collar. The testicles themselves were totally exposed except for where the rope ran down their sides.

With a sadistic glint in her eye, she then attached the crank to the side of the device, standing at his feet looking down his body she began retracting the rope. The clicks of the wench locking the rope, pulling his testicles stretching them ever farther and farther from his body.

After a few moment she stopped, his balls were stretched very tautly, his fat hard cock now standing straight up in the air. The slave was complete immobile. She ran her fingers up the insides of his legs teasingly toward his crotch. As her fingers approached the root of his member it uncontrollably throbbed thrusting a large glob of pre-cum out it’s mouth.
“My aren’t we a little randy this morning!” she teased.

She ran her finger over the head of his cock gathering his juices on her finger then fed it to his waiting mouth. “That’s a good boy!” She said approvingly. “You will always be required to eat any messes you make, slave.”
“Yes Mistress.” he replied.
She then pulled out a leather box from the bag and placed it upon his stomach and chest. Opening the box she withdrew several sets of wires and metal probes. She busied herself straightening out the wires and organizing the devices on his chest.
“This is a TENS unit,” she explained, “I want to see how well you can take electrical pain.”
“Yes Mistress,” he replied, not understanding.

She then attached two stick-on wire leads to each of his testicles, one on either side. Then she pulled out an evil looking tiny helmet looking attachment. She stroked his cock several times making sure it was fully erect then slid the wire helmet onto the end of his cock. A long spike penetrated his cock approximately 3 inches deep. the helmet secured itself about the rim of his cock head.
He looked up into his Mistress’s eyes, she was all aglow with desire.
She then hooked all the wires into a small box she held in her hand.
“Ready?” She inquired, not that he really had any choice.
She slowly turned up the current.

All of a sudden his cock and balls felt the zap of the TENS unit! It was a burning, tingling shock that pulsed several times a second. He could see and FEEL her turning up the juice. The pain was intense! The inner spike inside his cock was connecting to the outer contacts on his cock head and about his rim edge of his cock head! His balls were throbbing with juice passing through each testicle! He flinched but was unable to move! He gritted his teeth as she increased the voltage.

She looked down at him, his body convulsing with the waves of electrical current running through his testicles! She knew what he was feeling, she had felt a TENS unit herself. She watched him grit his teeth, fighting the pain that surged through him! She felt hot, she could feel her arousal rising. She flicked the switch to 5, his body leapt in response. The heat intensified between her legs, he was almost there. A few more moments, she eased the switch to 5.5, he was making grunting noises as the waves of pain wracked through his genitals. She reached down and picked up her Night Stick. His eyes were tightly closed as he fought the pain of the electrical current. She slowly raised the night stick over his tautly stretched balls, then with a swift sound swing she brought it down hard on his fully supported testicles. WAM! Her arousal shot skyward.
WAM!!!
WAM!!!! She felt the tingling of her climax surging through her loins.

The slave cried out in pain as she continued her assault on his testicles. She cranked up the TENS Unit to 6 and continued to rain blows onto his trapped testicles. His cried of anguish and pain fueled her excitement sending her over the edge into spasms of orgasm. She had to clutch the table as then wracked through her body. As the waves of pleasure slowed she could feel the intense heat radiating from her crotch…and wetness running down her thighs. She turned down the TENS unit to 4 and began to climb up onto the table.

His contortions of pain calming as the TENS was turned down. Never in his life had he experienced such intense pain. His cock was defying his mine as he glanced down and saw that it was still rock hard, through the crown he could see the glistening of pre-cum that had been oozing uncontrollably through the ordeal.
“Clean me Slave!” She commanded as she lowered hot steaming pussy onto his waiting tongue.
He was over come with her wetness. Her sexual juices flowed from her body into his mouth in torrents. His tongue lapped up all it could, but still he could not capture it all.
Once sated she returned her devious mind to torturing him. She looked down and saw his cock throbbing with desire. She had expected it to have shriveled under the intense pain she had just inflicted upon him! Yes here he was rock hard and oozing pre-cum! She sighed, “pete, you are just the kind of man I have been looking for all my life!”
He mumbled what sounded like a “Thank you Mistress”, but she wasn’t exactly sure.
“Enough!” she commanded and she rose up off his face and stood beside the table.
She turned off the TENS unit and removed the wires and attachments from his genitals and placed them back inside the box, then tossed it under the table.
“You took that well!” She sighed.
“Thank you Mistress.”
She reached out and massaged his stretched ball sack. “I want to permanently stretch your balls sack another 3 inches!” She said. “Yes Mistress, as far as you want it to be.”
A sadistic smile spread across her face as she reached over and turned the wench pulling his balls another half inch. His balls now were a bright red, quite swollen after the intense beating they had received. She scrapped her finger nails over the tightly stretched skin cover them. “Such nice big red balls!” she thought to herself.

“You have a choice!”
“Yes Mistress?”
“One or Two? Decide.”
“One or two what?” he asked.
Slapped his balls hard, “Just One or Two. Which shall it be?”
“Two Mistress,” He replied
“Good! I have a date later this afternoon. You will remain here as you are until I return. I will have video camera on you at all times, and someone watching the camera in case there is a problem.”
“Yes Ma’am, thank you.”
“You will obey Ms Stephanie as if she were me. Understood?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Now I must leave and prepare myself for my date.” Mistress then left the dungeon room.
A few moments later someone else entered the room quietly, and stayed in the shadows. Suddenly the lights dimmed.
“Hello?” pete called into the darkness.
“hmmmmm what have we here?” Came back a sensual voice, ignoring his question.
He felt a hand reach out and hold his stretched balls, then lightly stroke his swollen cock, involuntarily it throbbed in response.
“So hot, he is..” came the mysterious voice. “I’ll bet the cum is boiling inside those large balls, just wanting to spurt!”
“Yes, Mistress.” It was true. His balls ached for want of release more than from the stretching! His still hard throbbing cock was proof of that.
“Awe, that is too bad!” The hand reached out and stroked his cock some more, sending it into uncontrolled throbbing…then backed off to the slightest of touch…and continued its movements up and down his shaft.
“More!” the slave begged, “More friction! Please Mistress!”
“No!” the hand was removed, and his cock throbbed ever so close to release. Pre-cum ran down in torrents.
A moment later the fingers return, teasing and tormenting the slave holding him on the very edge of release, yet denying him satisfaction. “What is your release worth, slave?”
“Oh God please!!! Anything!”
“Anything? Be careful your words, slave.” He pulled his hand away from the throbbing member, fearing he had brought him too close.\ “YES ANYTHING!!! Oh Don’t stop!!! Please!!!!”
“Well we will just have to see when Mistress returns.”
“When is that?” he asked truing to regain his control.
“Oh in about four hours. Until then, I have been instructed to tease you out of your mind. This is going to be such fun!”
“No!!!!!”
The next for ours passed slowly. Slave pete was kept on the bring of release and denied orgasm again and again and again. The rhetoric continued defining what he would DO to gain that orgasm he so prayed to have. By the end of four hours he was completely broken. He begged to empty his bank account, give away his car, suck a cock to orgasm, even get fucked by a man if only he would be allowed to cum.
“How are we doing, Stephanie? ” Mistress asked entering the room.
“Oh, he is there.” Mistress.
She looked over at the slave tied to the table, his balls pulled some four inched from his body, his cock throbbing, pre-cum everywhere, tears streaming down his face.
“Yes I quite agree!” She grinned.
“Your first Job, pete is to clean me up after my date.”
“Yes Mistress.” he sobbed, “Anything….”
“Yes, but I want you to know, I have just fucked my lover and he has deposited a massive load of cum inside me that you will be eating.” “Yes Mistress!”
“Not good enough! I want you to beg for it!” She said.
“Mistress! Please!!! Please let me suck your lovers cum from your body! Please Mistress!!!!” His pleas came instantaneous.
She mounted the table and opened her muscles, as a large glob of white cum oozed from her pussy into his awaiting mouth. “Drink up, slut!” She said as she clenched her muscled sending another massive load of cum flowing out of her body into his open mouth! Moments later a third glob of cum landed into his mouth. She then lowered herself onto his expert tongue. The slave did not flinch, he sucked and clicked and cleaned his Mistress as if his life depended upon it. Soon she could feel her orgasm building, his tongue had found her clit and she was still so hot from the days activities. He felt her response and doubled his efforts on her. Soon she was climaxing on his face washing out the remaining cum from her vagina into his mouth. She dismounted his face, and stood beside him.

“Slave you never cease to amaze me!” She cooed.
“Now, are you ready to cum?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress!!!” he all but screamed.
“Only one last job.”
“What is that Mistress?”
She untied him from the table and released his balls from the stretching device.
“I want you to suck your first cock!” She smiled at him.
“Yes Mistress, anything.” Came his reply.
Mistress Stephanie stepped forward and pointed to the floor. Instinctively, pete fell to his knees. A flip of her hand at her panties, and staring at him was a real cock. A fat cock. Without coaxing or another word said, he lunged forward and engulfed the cock in his mouth. pete delivered the blow job he had always wished he had received in his life. In a few moments he could feel the cock throb.
“Hold the cum in your mouth!” Mistress commanded sternly.
An instant later the cock erupted sending numerous spurts of cum into his mouth. He continued sucking until the spasms stopped.
“Show me!” Mistress commanded.
Pete opened his mouth displaying the massive load of cum he had collected from Ms Stephanie.
“Good Boy! Now swallow!”
He gulped it down.
“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” She asked.
“No Mistress, it wasn’t.”
“Get on the table, pete”
He laid down on the table.
“Cum for me, pete” She said softly reaching out and taking hold of his testicles.
Pete stroked his throbbing cock and almost instantly erupted sending countless ropes of cum in every direction…..

Member submitted Femdom story. Femdom or female domination sex stories, are those where a woman takes the lead. Dominant wives, girlfriends or women in positions of power, are usually the main character, with a submissive male or female, attending to their every demand. For male and female subs, femdom fiction is likely to contain story elements of both softer activities like foot worship and teasing, to more hardcore activities like light torture, pain play (nipple and genital clamps, CBT), strap-on sex (pegging), figging, smothering, suffocation, orgasm denial, fisting, anal play, spanking, toilet play and humiliation.

Writers Guide to Submitting Stories

He arrived at the house, the coast was clear. Slowly he opened the iron gate, it creaked on it’s rusted hinges. He slid through the opening and carefully closed it behind him. He approached the door, turned the handle on the off chance the owners were dumb enough to leave it unlocked. It turned and the door opened
silently inward.

“Today is my lucky day!” He mumbled to himself. He was in.
He entered the house and carefully and quietly closed the door behind himself. The kitchen was to the right of the door, the house was largely dark and quiet. Being the middle of the day there was little chance of finding anyone inside; they all should be at work. The was a small study, with a computer on table.He made a note of that for on his way out. Next came the living room,a VCR and TV prominently displayed, these too would be grabbed on the way out.

There was a flight of stairs, ascended looking for the bedrooms and the jewelry. At the top of the stairs he entered the room on the right, it was unlike anything he had every seen! There was a sling suspended from the ceiling, a torture table, hand cuffs, and whips! His cock went instantly erect! He had read about such, but never in his wildest imagination had he planned to ever see a S&M dungeon room! He opened the closet and found it full of Femdom torture implements. Without thinking he removed his gloves and ran my hands over the myriad of implement. Floggers, gates of hell, cock rings, testicle weights, whips, restraining devices, hoods, and gags. His cock was rock hard, he looked down and it was in his hand, being stroked as he looked at all these sexual toys. He stuffed it back into his pants, and headed out of the room to see what was in the next room.

Next came the hall closet. It was filled with leather outfits, corsets of every color and description, wigs, and boots. There must have been a hundreds of pairs of boots, thigh high boots, spiked heal boots, flat heal boots, country boots, low cut boots, though most were leather many were glossy latex. He moved on. The last room on the hall was very dark he felt around for a light switch, but found none, so he flipped on his flashlight. It was ANOTHER dungeon room! There was a ornate wooden chair on a platform, a cross leaning against the wall. On another wall was a old time set of Stocks! And as he turn around he saw a large table, and upon it was a gorgeous woman in leather. She was in what looked like a black and red corset. Her breasts prominently displayed, but not covered, her nipples were erect in the cool air of the room. Her legs were covered in silk stockings that clipped to the bottom of the corset. About her neck she wore a red choker. Once more, without thinking he found himself with his pants at his ankles and his throbbing cock in hand. He was an instant from orgasm when she stirred. He froze, a single stroke from ejaculating, when she opened her eyes. He instantly turned and tried to run, but tripped on his pants and fell to the floor hitting his head against the corner of the table on the way to the floor.

He awoke some time later. He felt odd, like he was a rag doll propped up in some unnatural position.
“Are you waking up, scum?” he heard an woman’ voice through the fog of his aching head. He felt a slap to his cheek, then it all came back to him. Where he was…what he was doing.
His first instinct was to escape, he tried to move but couldn’t.
“Hey!” He screamed.
“Let me go!” He demanded.
He was answered by another slap to the face, this one harder than the last. Then a slender yet powerful hand grabbed his face pinching his lips together. In the dimly lit room and face came into focus, it was gorgeous. “In my dungeon, I give the orders!!”
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” She commanded.
“None of your fucking business bitch! Now let me go!” It was then that he noticed he was completely naked, his arms and feet bound spread eagle to that cross he seen earlier on the wall. He looked down and to his horror his cock was once more rock hard, throbbing in fact, with pre-cum dripping from the end.
“I guess a lesson is in order!” She mumbled.
“Get this straight, scum bag! I am the Mistress in this Dungeon! I am the boss here. From now on you will refer to me as Mistress! Is that clear?” She then reached out and grabbed a hold of my testicles and gave them a terrific squeeze. “I asked you a question and I will not let go of these balls until I have a satisfactory answer!” She emphasized her intent with increasing her hold on me, adding a strong pull to the squeeze.
The pain was intense…..He fought to hold back tears.
“Yes.” he gasped.
“Yes MISTRESS!” She corrected me, emphasizing my error with even more force on his testicles.
“Yes, Mistress.” he painfully repeated.
“What is your name, slave?”
“Peter, is my name”
“What are you doing in my dungeon?”
““I …. I “
“Well?” She clinched her hand tighter. His balls felt like they implode under the pressure!
“I came her to rob you!” he blurted out, praying she would release his balls if she heard the truth.
“And this hard cock? What did you intend on doing with that?”
“What?” He looked down again my cock at full erection, throbbing wildly as she tortured his balls with her tremendous grip.
“No! Honest I came her to rob, not rape you! Honest I did not know you were even here!”
“Bull shit!” She spat in my face. “Look at this!” She pointed to his cock, “You came here to rape someone! Admit it!” She screamed, and increased her grip even more.
“Ahhhhh! My balls! Please that hurts so much! Please let them go! I beg you!!!”
“Admit it, scum bag! You came here to rape me!”
“Okay, anything if you will only release my balls!!!”
“Say it!” she screamed adding an intense twist to his balls.
“YES! Oh God! Yes I came here to rape you! Now PLEASE I BEG you to let my balls go!” Tears were now flowing down his face.
She let his balls go after delivering one last tremendous squeeze twist and pulling. “I knew it!!!!!!”
He fell limp in the restraints, his balls still screaming out in agony.
“And I thought I wouldn’t have a session today after bobby had canceled his session!” She thought to herself.
“This is going to be a lot of fun!” A sadistic smile cracked across her face. She had booked the dungeon for an all night session, it seems she would not be disappointed.
She picked up a long length of 1/8” inch nylon rope, and walked back up to her captive.
“I’ve always wondered if I could cure a rapist!” She reached out and began binding his balls.
“NO!” He screamed, “Let me go! Please!!!”
“Is that your best begging?” She answered, “I’m sure you’re begging will improve over the next two hours of ball beating.! She turned and picked up a wooden club, 18 inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter. She slapped it in her hand a couple times, and looked back up into her captives eyes, “Yes, you’ll be much better at begging me to stop!”
“NO! Don’t PLEASE!” He screamed out pulling at the restraints…
She took a piece of duct tape and taped his still hard cock against his stomach, causing his bound balls to thrust forward and away from his body.
“No! Please Lady! Don’t Do This!! Please!!!!”
“The title is MISTRESS!” She said as she slammed the club down onto his balls, making them bounce violently downward.
“Ahhhhhhh”
“M-I-S-T-R-E-S-S” She spelled out her title each letter accented by another clubbing to his testicles!
She took her time and delivered hundreds of blows to his testicles, some by swinging downward striking the tops of his testicles, others by swinging upward striking the bottom of his testicles.
Soon he was reduced to tears. His cries of stop and help abated as he knew there was no help coming to his aid. The pains were intense in his stomach cavity as well as the testicles themselves.
Finally after the two hours were up, she stopped.
“There! That wasn’t so bad now was it?” She said cheerfully.
“Please Mistress, no more! I beg you! Please no more!” he sobbed.\ “I asked you a question!” Her tone changing to irritation, “Or do I need to give you another 2 hours of advanced training?”
“NO! NO! Please not that!” Pure fear in his voice, he wracked his brain to remember the question. Finally he remembered, but how should he answer? Yes it was NOT too bad? and risk her extending the beating? Or No it was terrible and risk punishment…what was She expecting as the answer?
“Well?” she inquired.
“Mistress, it was perfect.” He answered her.
“Good answer, slave! Now thank me for your training.”
“Thank you, Mistress, Thank you for taking time to train me.”
She dipped her fingers between her legs and ran them inside her body, making them wet with her hot juices, then took her finger and dried them in his moustache and nostrils. Instinctively he breathed in through his nose taking her sweet scent deep into his lungs and psyche. The affect was instantaneous, his cock jumped back to life.
She laughed an evil laugh…..”You should learn to control that cock of yours slave, it will be your down fall!”
He did not hear her words, he was lost in her strong womanly scent. He breathed her scent in repeatedly, then tried to lick his moustache to taste her juices as well.
This irritated her, “How dare he slide into Sub-space!” She untied his aching swollen testicles, and took them into her hands. She gripped his testicles and rolled them in her strong hands, grinding them against themselves.
He cried out in pain, instantly yanked back into reality.
“You have such large testicles!” She sighed, “I just love torturing large full testicles!” She tightened her grip and increased her onslaught against his manliness , his cock began to falter. She reached behind herself and picked up a small plastic strap, she continued her attack until his cock was fully retracted and completely limp. And then in an instant she released his testicles and wrapped the strap about his manhood. She had carefully placed it at the very base of his cock, against the pubic bone. Next she wrapped electrical tape about the strap securing it in place. She released him and stepped back.
He was still consumed with testicular pain, and had not noticed the new implement on his cock. But as the waves of pain ceased he looked down and saw what she had done.
“What is that, Mistress?” He asked.
“That my dear slave is the jewel of cock torture devices!” She said running her fingers again between her legs, this time she shivered as she actually orgasmed with the stimulation.
“I do not understand.” His face was very puzzled.
“You will, my love, You will!” She approached and once more dried her fingers into his moustache, then she pressed her still moist fingers up his nostrils, then as she retracted them she ran them into his hungry mouth.

Her taste was unparalleled, like cocaine to a drug addict. His arousal soared once more, once more he entered sub-space. Then like lighting his cock was on fire. It felt like hundreds of needles were piercing his still swelling cock! He lunged forward in pain, thrusting his crotch backward as if to pull it from the what ever was torturing him! But to no avail! The pain increased geometrically to his arousal! His eyes shot open and he realized the pain was coming from the band she at placed on this cock.

An evil and sadistic laugh filled the room.
He looked up into her aroused eyes questioningly.
“It’s called a Kali Bracelet! Don’t you just love it! YOU are torturing your SELF! The harder you become the more pain you will receive! To make the pain stop all you have to do is go limp.” A terribly sadistic grin crossed her face..”But then where’s the fun in that, eh?“ She reached out with her soft hand and took hold of his semi-hard cock. “Do you like my touch?” She teased as she moved forward pressing her bare breasts against his chest. She gently stroked her hand along his cock causing it to throb and grow to a full erection.

“STOP! Please I beg you Mistress STOP!” the slave screamed in agony as the teeth of the Kali imbedded themselves into the meat of his cock. She laughed an evil laugh. She released his cock and stood before him. “Is your poor cock in agony, my slave?” She blew him a kiss, and placed her hands on either side of her breasts, pressing them forward and upward she licked her own nipple.

Involuntarily his cock throbbed at the erotic site before him, and he screamed out in pain again. Then he shut his eyes. This angered her, she reached out and slapped his face. “Open you eyes or I’ll give you a long slow hand job until you cum!” She threatened. The thought of such while wearing this Bracelet on his cock was pure terror! He opened his eyes to watch the live sex show she was putting on. For the next 30 minutes she teased him unmercifully causing untold pain on his cock. Pre-cum oozed from it’s opening all the way to a puddle on the floor. Each throb was pure agony, his balls now ached more from the volume of cum locked inside them than the beating they had recently received.

His cries of pain were an aphrodisiac to her ears, while teasing him she climaxed several times..but she needed more. She stood in front of him, her erect nipples pressing into his chest, his throbbing cock imprisoned between her legs, her breadth heavy. She reached hands up and placed them on either side of his head and planted her lips against his, their tongues intertwined, his cock throbbed involuntarily up against her labia as he pressed his lips back against her kissing her with a lust he had never before possessed. They remained locked in this tantalizing embrace for an unknown length of time, he had totally surrendered to his new position, as his Mistress’ slave. He felt himself being moved, and he made no effort to pull away. His arms fell free from the cross and he wrapped them about her back and embraced her, kissing her with renewed vigor. He wanted to please his Mistress, he kissed her neck and shoulders; her hand grabbed his shoulders and pushed him lower. Soon he was licking and sucking her erect nipples, like a new born babe suckling milk from its mother he was sucking his new life from his Mistress. Her gasps of arousal leapt with renewed vigor as she pushed him lower still. His tongue found her navel, and lower still. Soon he was upon his knees, his tongue licking her shaved crotch, her juices flowing across his face. Her fingers running through his hair as his tongue explored her body. Suddenly her hands stopped moving and clenched his scalp and hair her fingernails digging into his head; his tongue had found her clit and attacked it for all he was worth. Moments later her whole body froze, every muscle in her body tensed up. Instinctively his tongue doubled its efforts as he sent her crashing into a powerful orgasm. Her cum gushed into his mouth and her labia swelled in the aftermath of the tremendous orgasm. He slowed his movements and softened his tongue. Her body quaked several more times as she rode the after glow of orgasm…..

“That was wonderful!” She sighed.
“Thank you, my Mistress” he responded to her..
“I am weak in the knees!” She sighed.
He dropped his hand behind her legs and rose up, lifting his Mistress in his arms. He carefully made his way across the room carrying her and placed her upon the padded table.
She reached out and removed the Kali from his cock. A trickle of blood ran down his semi hard member. She gently stroked his cock and it instantly rose to full height. She took hold of his balls with her right hand and made a circle about his cock with her left.
“Cum for me, slave!” She sighed, “Fuck my hand and cum for me.”
He began thrusting his hips, pumping his cock thru her hand, as she pulled and squeezed his tender swollen testicles with her right hand. “Cum, Slave!” She commanded as she could feel the cum boiling inside his testicles.
An instant later his first spurt of cum shot from his cock, streaking across her chest, followed by another and another. He continued thrusting until he was fully spent. His hot cum covered her chest, neck.
“Now my slave, Show me your devotion, lick up your seed from my body!”
Without hesitation he lowered his head onto her body and licked her spotless, as her arousal was once more switched into high gear Her hands once more grabbed his head and directed his tongue to where she needed it to be. Soon she was climaxing again his head clenched between her thighs, his tongue buried inside her. As she rode the after waves of her shattering orgasm she slipped into a peaceful sleep. The slave knelt beside her on the floor, and patiently awaiting her next command.

Member submitted Femdom story. Femdom or female domination sex stories, are those where a woman takes the lead. Dominant wives, girlfriends or women in positions of power, are usually the main character, with a submissive male or female, attending to their every demand. For male and female subs, femdom fiction is likely to contain story elements of both softer activities like foot worship and teasing, to more hardcore activities like light torture, pain play (nipple and genital clamps, CBT), strap-on sex (pegging), figging, smothering, suffocation, orgasm denial, fisting, anal play, spanking, toilet play and humiliation.

Writers Guide to Submitting Stories

As I woke and my eyes sorted our the kaleidoscope of colors into discernible objects I realized the seriousness of my situation. I was naked, and securely bound to an odd chair. My legs were spread as the chair seat was in a “V” shape. Not only were my ankles tied to the chair legs, so were my thighs, ropes also secure my stomach and chest to the chair back. My arms were also secured and immovable, and worse yet my head was also secure, there was nothing about my body that I could move except my toes and fingers – little good they would be. I tried to pear downward but could not. I could feel cool air about my testicles and cock, I could only deduce that they hung freely before/below me.
“How? How could I be here?” I thought to myself. The last thing I remembered was being in the bar. I remember a small yet beautiful woman I was talking to, Shawna was her name. There was something about her that was very familiar yet I could not recall ever meeting her before.

“So your awake!”
I turned my eyes into the direction of the words. My eyes landed on a very small, but beautiful woman wearing jean shorts and a halter top. There was something strikingly beautiful yet familiar about this woman.
“What is this?” I asked.
“You don’t remember me, do you!” She almost exclaimed.
“Yes, I remember you…from the bar!”
“No Asshole! How about college? You fucking jocks are all alike!”
“College? Jock? Honey you got me mixed up with someone else!”
“No I don’t think so! And at this point it doesn’t much matter anyway. Your going to be paying the bill!”
“What bill? Are you a fucking lunatic? Untie me Bitch!”
“I can see the first lesson you will be needing is one in manners!” She reached down and took hold of my testicles and began crushing them. “From now on you will refer to me as Mistress Shawna!”
“Fuck you Bitch!” I replied defiantly between gasping for air.
With that she pulled back her right fist and while holding my testicles with her Left hand she began punching them with her right. “Oh God STOP!” I cried out in agony.
“Not till you say it properly!” you reply accenting each word with a punch!
“Please Stop Mistress Shawna!!”
She delivered four more hits and then stopped.
“Better, but still you’ll have to pay dearly for your foul language. I do not appreciate being called those names!” “Let me go you sadistic Bitch!” Without hesitation she slammed her foot into my dangling testicles, the spike of pain shooting up into my rib cage, almost instantly a second and third and fourth kick landed onto my screaming testicles.
“Mercy! Mercy! I’m sorry! God please stop Mistress Shawna! Please !”
The kicks finally stopped, the pain still ricocheting about my body she knelt in front of me and took hold my of my testicles and gripped them tightly…“Call me that once more and I give you fifty kicks without stopping!!”
“Yes! Yes Ma’am….Mistress Shawna. Please stop…Oh the pain!”
After relishing in his anguish for another 10 to 15 seconds she relinquished her vice like death grip on his testicles.
“I’m going to give you one last chance to you remember me, not that it will change the outcome of your fate.”
“Mistress Shawna, I swear to you that I have never seen you before last night!”
She instantly dropped to a knee in front of me and resumed her death grip on my aching testicles, then got in my face, her nose virtually touching mine. Her eyes flashed of sadistic joy and lust.
“You don’t remember me?” She screamed.
“No….” I choked out, in between gasps of breadth as I endured her grip.
“I don’t believe you!” She twisted her wrist intensifying the pressure on my aching testicles.
“I swear to you! I don’t remember you!” I screamed back.
Suddenly her grip relaxed and the pain began to subside.
“Well then I guess I’ll provide you another clue..this one visual!!” in a single movement she grabbed the bottom of her halter top and pealed it from her body, exposing a most beautiful pair of breasts!
“Are you telling me that you do not remember these?”
My eyes went wide with lust, there before me were two beautiful breasts, her nipples soft yet pronounced. On either side she had Eight inch long apposing Dragon Tattoos. My cock throbbed uncontrollably. My jaw dropped. For a moment I did not feel the pain in my swelling testicles.
“Do these spark your memory, big boy?” She asked as she took her breasts into her own hands and massaged them. She could see that he was totally enveloped by her beauty, his pupils more than doubled in size as he gazed at her body.
A wicked thought crossed her mind, and without warning she snapped her foot forward kicking his dangling testicles with a tremendous force….sending a spike of pain into his ribs…He cried out in pain, unable to move as she snapped another two kicks into his aching testicles.
“I asked you a question!” She screamed getting into his face, and grabbing his testicles again with her hands with her vice like grip.“ “What? What did you ask? Oh God please! Please Mistress!! The pain., please stop!!” he cried.
“Do you recognize me NOW?” She hisses her nose virtually touching his, as she looked into his pain stricken eyes.
“No! NO I do NOT remember! But they…you are very beautiful!”
“Kiss them!” She commanded as she released his testicles, “Maybe that will stimulate your worthless memory!”
I leaned forward and sucked her beautiful breast into my mouth, sucking it deeply into my mouth, and then licked her hardening nipple. A moment later she turned her body and I sucked in her other breast…Involuntarily my cock throbbed, and pre-cum oosed from it dripping onto the floor. She pulled herself out of my reach, both her nipples protruding outward and rock hards, my tongue licking after them as they exceeded my reach. I was caught in a trance my body pulling to reconnect to her breasts. Once more she snapped me out of it with a swift kick to the balls
“Now do you remember?”
“No Mistress, but My God you are so beautiful!”
“I think you are lying!” She then picked up a large rubberized dildo off the floor. “Lets see if I can knock some sense into that empty head of yours!” She then knelt in front of me and looped my hard cock under a one of my bindings, this caused my aching testicles to thrust forward.
“What are you going to do?”
She did not answer with words, but instead began hitting my testicles with the dildo club. The pain started instantly and rose higher and higher into my abdominal cavity! I was babbling crying and screaming when she stopped her onslaught. I had received countless blows, and these on top of the kicks I had already received. She set the dildo down and just held my testicles lightly in her hands.
“My they are swelling nicely!” Sighed, “Hot too to the touch!”
“Why? Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you? ”
“Do you honestly not remember me?” She asked incredulously.
“No, Mistress, I have never seen your before last night, I swear to you!”
“Okay one more round with the club, and I’ll give you one more clue.”
“No! Not that!”
She released his balls and picked up the club, and began once more pounding his exposed testicles….I tried to count the blows, 20 … 30…50 I lost count, finally they stopped. My cock was limp and my body wracked in pain as she set down the club. My eyes focused on the club as she stood back up.
“Here is your final clue…” She spun around and dropped her jean shorts, exposing her beautiful ass…She stepped backward (toward me) and bent at her waist, spreading her legs a little she pushed has ass into my face.
“Lick me slave!” She commanded pressing my nose into her ass hole. My tongue lunged forward and began licking her hot wet cunt like a starved dog. It did not take long for her to climax with my efforts. After her second orgasm she commanded me to lick her ass hole..I was only too happy to oblige. Finally, as before, she slowly pulled herself out of my reach…pulling wildly at my bonds she teased and tormented me just millimeters outside my touch.
She spun around and then delivered three sharp kicks to my testicles and then grabbing my head pulled my tongue back onto her clit and licked her to another orgasm. Finally saited she stepped backwards and began kicking my testicles.
“Now can you tell me you do not remember me???” She screamed at me accenting each work with a vicious kick to my exposed testicles.

“Yes! I mean NO! Oh God Please Stop!!!” I pleaded as the kicks just kept coming.
“Admit you know me!”
“NO!”
“Admit it!”
“NO!”
“This will not stop until you remember!”
“NO….No…..no……”
She then delivered three sever kicks spiking my pains off the scale..
“Yes! Yes I remember you! Please Stop! I admit it! “
“Say it!” She commanded her kicks finally stopped, and her nose a mere millimeter from my own.
“You ARE that HOT cheerleader that kicked my balls mercilessly into pulp after every football game all throughout college….you are my one True Mistress who alone can break me into submission!”
“YES GO ON!” She knelt and gripped his balls again in her vice like death grip enjoying the agony the spread across his face.
“You are My true love who loves to play this game every Friday Night! And I swear to you, next Friday you will NOT break me!!!”
“YES! Yes I will, and as your reward for holding out so long…. I’m going to give you two more rounds with the Dildo Club!”
“Thank you My Mistress! Thank you My Mistress!!!’

Member submitted Femdom story. Femdom or female domination sex stories, are those where a woman takes the lead. Dominant wives, girlfriends or women in positions of power, are usually the main character, with a submissive male or female, attending to their every demand. For male and female subs, femdom fiction is likely to contain story elements of both softer activities like foot worship and teasing, to more hardcore activities like light torture, pain play (nipple and genital clamps, CBT), strap-on sex (pegging), figging, smothering, suffocation, orgasm denial, fisting, anal play, spanking, toilet play and humiliation.

Writers Guide to Submitting Stories

Suzanne when she tried

I kissed her gently and tickled her cheek with the tip of my tongue, she adjusted her vision and focused on my face, her dark eyes showed disproval.
“Please don’t ….. I’m trying to deal with a rotten headache, I’m a bit cranky and if you annoy me you’ll regret it.”
“I’m sorry, can I get you anything”?
She shook her head gently and the back of her hand pressed against her mouth and she licked her lips, you can get me some aspirin , the ones that dissolve in water, do we have any ice – can you get me a cold compress please?” I carefully sat on the edge of the bed as she propped herself up and took the glass from me, slugging down aspirin water in a few gulps. Her head sank back into the pillow and she moaned approvingly as I put the ice cube filled cloth bag just above her eyes, her hand reaching up – moving to just the right spot.
“I’d so like to get some sleep, you can turn the fan on and take something out of the freezer diner, I need some red meat, some barbecued steak would be nice. Please don’t let me sleep past dinner time”
I patted her arm in acknowledgment – said nothing and left her alone – took the steak out, grabbed a cold beer and went out the back, sipping as I walked around the backyard.

I studied the familiar sights from my childhood, for some reason that day they were very clear to me; in the hot late January afternoon all the memories flooded back. It seemed like only yesterday but it had been twelve years since my parents sold the family home next door and moved on. A little bit at a time our old place had been radically altered by the three subsequent owners; my bedroom window that I stared out for hours was gone – replaced by cold aluminium sliding doors leading onto a weird looking deck, the wonderful big above-ground pool was gone, the trusty old garage gone; everything had changed, it was such a shame, the current owners only used it for holidaying. I shuddered at the thought that I had the chance to buy it from the previous owner and didn’t – I should have, but you can’t go back, I can’t recapture my childhood, turn back time. I had my memories now … they’d have to do.
I sat down in the rusty metal chair and picked up a dead mango leaf – exposing the stain on top of the old outdoor table. I glanced over at the brick BBQ still there and still used, and focused on all the fruit trees in turn, they were all still there, bigger than ever. Oranges and mandarins …how sweet those first fruits of the season were when I was a kid… and it was good to see how healthy the other trees were that she’d left to grow – it reminded me of so many things past. The strong smell of the frangipani flowers in the heat of the day, memories wonderful and vivid; I always remembered the good times so easily.
I lived for those hot Queensland summers when I was a kid, the long days, six weeks of school holidays and of course Suzanne, my sweet Suzanne. The older woman next door (just a bit older) and when my parents weren’t home she’d look after me. Ah but those school holidays, they were it for me and Suzanne.
She was very close to our little family – well she was on her own after all and my Mum treated her like an adopted daughter. She looked after me every school holidays and more ….. for years, although by the time I was sixteen it seemed a little redundant for her to be looking after me at all. But it was more than that, just being looked after, she was my friend, my best friend, well sadly but true, she was my only friend and I was always glad to have her around – she’d come over and we’d swim in the pool when the weather was right – watch telly, go to the beach together, shops, movies, some great memories, and food of course, she’d cook dinner or I’d go over to her place for a feed, depending on the mood she was in. I learnt early on that pretending to be totally hopeless got her attention, especially with food and kitchen appliances, I used to make toasted cheese sandwiches every meal and my mother was not keen on me eating that way so Suzanne was the allotted cook, this was always my plan to keep her as close as I could at all times.
She’d voluntarily spend lots of time with me too, so the friendship was two ways, not just her having some sort of obligation to look after me but she wanted to be with me too; we’d go to the movies and to the beach, she taught me how to play chess and the guitar, we’d buy records together and I’d always go shopping with her on Saturday mornings.

She’d give me money for mowing her lawn, washing her car and helping her out around the place on Saturday arvos, in fact we spent nearly every Saturday together for 6 years, except for just a couple, even the rain filled days we’d sit and listen to records together or play chess or cards. And she liked coming over to our place too – we had the pool and colour TV; she just had a scratchy old black and white set – and she was a real telly junkie, loved the soaps and the sport, especially the Cricket when the pommies played, we had great fun teasing each other depending on who was wining, well of course that’s because she was English born.

Suzanne was born in London to well-to-do parents that had some sort of nobility somewhere in a past bloodline or some nonsense like that, who knows. But they’d accumulated a good amount of money in real estate in England and France, and as a consequence of their constant travelling and because she was an only child, Suzanne spent most of her youth from eight years of age to seventeen in an exclusive girl’s boarding school somewhere in England, she told me where – but it meant nothing to me. She’s got that accent, you know the one, highly cultured; like a royal family member, but with a sharp witty edge to it, and when she first came to Australia she sounded so funny, she sounded like she was straight out of a Jane Austin novel, with lots of “Oh Rather” and “in-deed’s” and silly pommy speak, she was so polite and witty and clever, such a contrast to Queensland and I teased the crap out of her about the way she spoke, so much so that she went out of her way to lose the accent as best as she could, but it was still there to some degree on most words.

I consider now that her life change must have been so difficult for her, can you imagine the difference, a toffy English boarding school and parents with a Rolls Royce and 30 room home on an estate, high class English style living and then bang …..Queensland early 1970’s; backward living – out of the past farmers and uneducated people on every corner, not to mention how incredibly slow life was here back in those days. And I would have thought very boring for someone like her, but she assured me on many an occasion that she was never suited to that pompous fake life and that she loved the straight talking honest Queenslander, “no money grubbing Johnny flim flam men here” the slow easy going no hurried life style, the she’ll be right attitude and if I don’t get it done today, we’ll have a crack at her tomorrow thing; and of course the weather, endless days of sunshine and warmth, she couldn’t believe the winters here, she used to tell me not to whinge about the cold weather in July as she reckoned we didn’t have a winter as compared to England.

Suzanne, lets see, how to describe her – as an adult looking back I’d have to say that she was exceptionally beautiful, I wouldn’t say Hollywood style – as mostly they seem to be full of makeup and expensive cloths and Suzanne didn’t need that. As a matter of fact when she wore makeup it took the shine of her natural beauty, especially her naturally thick pink lips, she looked silly with lipstick on. She was 5′ 10 tall, maybe a touch over with a very athletic body and gorgeous pure white skin – skin without a blemish, well that was until the Queensland sun started to tarnish her. In the early days before she had her hair cut, she was an absolute stand out in the crowd beauty, her pure white skin showed off her long thick coal black hair and dark chocolate eyes, although when she was angry or depressed they’d almost turn black, like an Asian, really strange but hypnotic eyes in a way, and they’d turn light chocolate when she was happy and when she laughed hard her eye lids would squint together, it was so cute, you could always tell her moods from her eyes. But more than looks, more than her beauty, it was her alluring personality, it wasn’t just me, everybody liked her, men and woman, even the cranky old lady at the local shop seemed to change her mood when she came into the store. She was clever and well educated in handling people from all walks of life, even if it was fake sometimes – she’d always be charming and polite to everybody. And it goes without saying that I just loved being around her, but as a kid I didn’t know why.

I followed her everywhere like a lost puppy, everything she did, I was right behind her. She used to call me her little tail-light when she first moved next door. “Where’s my little tail-light, quick run and find my cigarettes for me tail-light”. Sitting out in the backyard now with the smell of the Frangipani, the memories of those days filled my senses.
Suzanne and I got on well together, no – hang-on that’s not right, we got on more than well, we were inseparable really, and looking back it must have looked so strange a relationship from the outside. Most thought she was my older sister for a long time – until they realized she lived next door. And on the surface, when I was young, Suzanne treated my like her beloved little Prince, doting on me, buying presents and taking me everywhere with her.

But as I got older and into my teenage years, our relationship morphed, it wasn’t the same and the change was a little frustrating to me, our closeness dropped off, the closeness of our touching that is. She put me at arms length the older I got. But she always used me when she’d go out, used me as a blocker for her, she admitted it to me, told me if I was with her then she’d not have to worry about putting up with all the men trying to chat her up and take her out. And although when I was young I thought she was very pretty, almost angel like – I didn’t understand that she was such a stunning beauty – that realisation came much later. She was so stunning in fact that most men would constantly try for her attention – everywhere she went, it was incredible, she’d get things for free at service stations, and plant shops, tradesman would come around and practically do work for nothing, if there was a man on the other side of the counter, she was treated like a movie star, they’d sometimes just give her stuff – hand it to her and she took it too.

She’d say ‘if those men are stupid enough to give the stuff away, then I’ll take if off their hands” Once I went to a nursery with her to look at palm trees, she had it in her mind to buy a few for the front yard but was only looking. The guy annoyed her for ages and followed us everywhere in the place, even asked her where she lived on the pretext of making sure she got the right palm for the right area, he wouldn’t leave her along, she ended up telling him… in a very polite way…that she didn’t bring any money with her and she’d most likely come back at another time. The stupid drooling man gave her a $40 palm tree and a bag of fertilizer. When we got to the car she just looked at me and said “Idiot men, led by their dicks”… didn’t we have some fun getting that palm into the VW… anyway I thought about that for ages – what she’d said – but I realise now that I was always under her spell – just like the others. But at that early stage of my youth I had no idea about anything – I just knew that I wanted to be with her, so I didn’t care what the circumstances were. I was very useful to her as “her little excuse”; if the men got weird or to heavy she’d stick me in front of her and explain that even though she thought the offers were sweet, she had me to look after and I came first. I loved it; it made me feel incredibly important to her.
In the company others it was just like it was supposed to be, I was the boy who was looked after by the older girl – who treated me like her little brother, kind and caring and helpful. But when we would be on our own, the façade would drop, especially for Suzanne, she’d sigh and turn from a proper Miss Prim to a totally relaxed young lady; she so desperately wanted to break away from the strict upbringing she’d had. She just wanted to relax and not put on a show – and with me, she could do it. She loved drinking cold beer and lying around in the sun – top off and g string bikini if she could get away with it, but she was always careful not to let anyone see, anyone except for me that is. She’d carry on totally uninhibited, she’d burp and fart and play games with me, she did that pull my finger thing when I was about 11 years old and let out a big fart; we had so much fun and it was so relaxing to be around her, and I needed no guarding on my part either, I could be myself and that’s how I think it all began really – I’d get carried away and take it further than she liked sometimes. But she was good, she’d just say, “All this stuff between us, between you and me, our secrets for life, tell the truth always mates” and we’d cross our hearts, it was a ritual we did from time to time when something important enough happened between us.

Out in the open I acted as I was meant to – like a young boy being babysat and then even as a young teen, it was much the same. I did as she told me most of the time and never showed any real commitment to anything more than that, but behind the scene when we had our time alone, it was different and I loved it, Suzanne became the boss woman, ordering me around, making me do exactly as she wanted, if she wanted to sunbake she’d roll over on her stomach, she’d order me to undo her bikini top and she’d pull her bikini bottoms up so they went into the crack in her arse and it was .. “Oil me slave” and I’d rub her back and legs with oil, even her bottom cheeks in those early days, as a matter of fact, she’d let me touch her everywhere except directly on the genitals and breasts, but I got close. None of this was seen by others, a wrong impression would have formed, and probably rightly so. She said she grew up unloved and un-hugged and that made her a very touchy-feely girl and now I understand that she was using me to sate her lack of physical contact, and I was too young to think anything about it. But I – of course loved every second with her. Then she’d give me other orders and I was not to waver from them – things like “It’s hot, fan me slave”, or “get me a cold drink slave” but my favourite, “Massage me slave” you get the picture – all good fun and games as I really had no idea what was happening. And she never let it go too far or let it get sexual and she never tolerated any real nonsense from me either – if I started rubbing her bottom in any other way but putting on oil – like when I tried to touch between her bum cheeks, she’d growl; I touched her breast very briefly once and she grabbed my arm and dug her nails in, gently shook her head “no” and that was enough of an understanding between us and I backed off with nothing else said. She never let me get away with a thing that she didn’t want to. But I loved it, and as I got older the games got more fun and daring. And then of course when I wanted attention from her – when she was not in the mood – I’d annoy her, be purposely naughty for fun; to stir a response. But mostly she played along with it. “Your parents are far too easy on you, naughty boys will be punished, and I’ll punish you one day, mark my words”, she’d say stuff like this when I’d annoy the shit out of her. I remember I went through a phase when I was around 10, 11yo, when she didn’t want to be bothered and she’d always threatened to take matters into her own hands and give me what she felt I should have, she’d be serious and she’d chase me, and the more she did it the more I’d run from her – drop my pants, wiggle my bum and dare her to spank me.

I remember the tease I used to sing to her. “If you catch me you can spank me but you’re too slow, na na na na na” See it all started with her bottom, letting me massage oil into her bum – it just didn’t help – from an early age I was fixated on her bottom, almost catching glimpses of her arsehole and her other bits, blocked by the thickness of her scrunched up bikini bottoms, I’d get so close and it was my first fetish fixation with her, I loved her bum, it was gorgeous and from then on – anything involving her bottom was my game. So I’d tease and she’d chase, I’d giggle and she’d growl and she’d chase, I’d stop and flash my arse at her and the game went like that for a couple of years. And of cause if she’d ignore me – I’d tease and torment the shit out of her until I got a response. Sneaking up and squirting her bum with a water pistol while she sunbaked, hiding any of her stuff from her I could get my hands on, especially when she’d sleep in the afternoon shade or lazed in our pool with her hat over her face. I’d glue things to her bum checks or even draw on them with a marking pen when they’d be exposed or tie her limbs to the deck chair, she slept like a rock so I could do heaps to her and then when she woke I’d be in position and have great laughs at her expense.
It was such great fun and of course I got what I wanted, I got her attention. Emotions always equalled out after a few hours and it was forgotten until the next time. But deep down I craved any attention, positive or negative, but the spanking thing just naturally played it’s self out and I stopped. Things did change as they inevitably do – it was when I was heading towards being fourteen and I was massaging her one warm sunny day – just normal back touching – not bum cheeks as that had stopped by now and she rolled over and caught sight of my hard cock straining in my swimming togs, she said nothing – had a awkward look on her face, put her sun glasses on, gave a slight cough and ignored it. But she stopped asking me to massage her, that’s when it started to change between us and I was changing too – of course, I started masturbating and perving on her in a totally different way, and she new it – not me masturbating but the perving bit, she caught me at it all the time. Then it happened, the true turning point in our relationship after a year of my sexual frustration and masturbation fantasies of her.

I was fifteen and she hadn’t mucked around with me for ages, the more I matured, the more she dropped off from the touching side of things, we’d still go out, do things and spend heaps of time together but she went out of her way to avoid me touching her, no more holding hands, we’d still kiss goodnight on the cheek or an occasional quick touch of the lips and hug as she was always a very touchy feely person, but she was feeling uncomfortable with me as I started growing up. It was now summer school holidays – just after Christmas and I came home after a morning at the beach. My parents were both working and Suzanne was lying on the deck at the pools edge – face down in the afternoon shade and I knew she’d be asleep so I snuck up on her and stared for a minute, taking in her body, she was so sexy.
As usual the bikini bottoms were tucked into her bum cheeks exposing her flesh – turning it a closer brown similar to the rest of her body. I stared at her arse for a while – it was so perfect and I could just see a tiny bit of the crinkly skin of her arsehole under the scrunched up bikini and of course I got hard. And as any perving teenage boy would do – I pulled my cock out and started stroking it – I almost went through with having a full wank but sensibly changed my mind put my cock away and studied her for a while. She was breathing heavily and there were a couple of empty beer cans on the ground, one of her favourite things to do, lunch and beer by the pool and then doze off in the arvo.

I reached over to the knot on her bikini top – I worked my fingers in behind her tied-back hair and gently pulled the string until it was halfway undone – I was an expert at doing this with all my training from her when I used to oil her and she’d already undone the string on her back. Her breathing interrupted for a second and I moved to watch from the behind the pool fence for a few minutes but she was still asleep, napping in bliss. A stupid childish prank flashed in my head – fuck knows why and who knows what was in my dumb brain that day, it was an act the I would have pull on her when I was ten or eleven; I snuck over and took her slip-on shoes from the bottom of the pool ladder, went to the kitchen and put a dollop of honey in each shoe, spreading it carefully with the back of the spoon to ensure full coverage – she had the habit of sitting on the ladder and slipping both feet into her shoes at once – and I put the shoes back and got about 10 feet from her when a passing noisy car woke her from her slumber, I backed up and hid around the edge of the 6 foot high privacy fence that enclosed three quarters of the pool – just watching through the slates. She tied the string behind her back and adjusted her bikini bottoms rolled over and sat up, she rubbed her eyes and swung her legs over the deck and stood up. Bugger, she didn’t use the ladder. She took the few steps on the grass to her shoes and steadying herself with a hand on the ladder she slipped her right foot into her shoe.

Jesus Christ the look on her face as it turned from sleepy bliss to unknown terror was so hilarious, her face changed expressions five times in two seconds, she made strange gurgling noises in her throat and flicked her shoe off – frantically wiping her foot on the grass to get rid of the unknown sticky stuff. She gingerly picked up the other shoe, studied it closely and took a cautious sniff. Her head rose and she scanned the perimeter of the yard and its surroundings, her eyes blackened and a scowl changed her pretty features into angry lines. “Gregory, get here, I know you’ve done this, you … you little bugger, and I will get you this time” Her voice was stern and controlled and I was fighting laugher, I put my hand over my mouth but I couldn’t stop my giggles and she spotted me peeping through the timber fence; she took a big leap towards me. “Right, I’ve got you now” I backed away when she paced over and as she lifted her arm towards me her top fell off revealing her perky little tits. She stopped dead in her tracks looked down and her mouth opened, she didn’t try to put her top back on but she sucked in a big lungful of air and cursed me under her breath, I couldn’t make out the words but I knew she was absolutely pissed off. I roared with laughter and dodged her advances, she swung her hand to slap my face and I ducked as her honey slicked foot caused her to slip over and she landed on the soft grass with an audible thud – I watched her tits jiggled and I bent forward giggling uncontrollably. “I’m going to get you this time boy” she sat on the ground and started fiddling with her bikini top and I backed away from her. “Nice tits Suzie” And again on a spur of the moment lapse in my judgement I turned and dropped my pants and wiggle my bum at her and made a kissing sound. And to the melody of the song “Oh My Darling, Clementine”, I blurted out the old words to her that I hadn’t done for years. “If you catch me if you can spank me, but you’re too slow” She grunted, got to her feet screamed at me. “Don’t you ever call me Suzie you little bastard, I tell you Gregory – I’m going to thrash you this time” And it was on, she chased me down the road … bare feet over rocks and bitumen in her bikini, she was fast – I’d miscalculated – bloody hell, she could run fast, this time she was absolutely serious and I got worried, she must have been playing with me for all those years, at one stage she just got hold of my T shirt and yelled “Gotcher”, but I changed directions jumped a fence and bolted through yards and into the bush to eluded her. I heard her hell through the neighbour. “You little shit, you’ll pay for it this time, you have to come home eventually, and when you do I’ll be waiting” She was right of course, and I knew I’d gone over the top just a little maybe, but it was so funny and she had no sense of humour sometimes. But then again, I guess I might have fucked her shoes up, Christ and I’d never heard her swear – she never said shit or fuck, just a few bloodies and bastards; and of course I’d have to go home eventually – I was not prepared to run away at fifteen for putting honey in her shoes.

So I was expecting something this time, but what? I didn’t know, spanking, nah, she wouldn’t do that, although she did actually smack me hard on the arse a couple of times, the first time I was twelve, she cornered me at the pool and grabbed me with a big handful of my hair. I’d put cold jamb in her belly button while she was asleep on the pool deck, made her wake in fright and she fell into the pool – it was so funny, she scolded me of course then told me to turn around and bend over – but she only smacked me once, it was very hard and I remember it pushing me forward, but I had wet swimming trunks on and they took most of the force, I reckon it would have hurt her hand more, and I giggled and she growled, but – twenty minutes later she had a smile on her face as she saw the humour in the prank. But of course that first smack lived in my fantasy brain for ages. I’d never really done anything too serious to her in my pranks and in turn I never believed that she would do anything too serious to me if she caught me – but I guess this time it was to be the tester. I was thinking a face slap, that’s her style; she’d given me a couple of face smacks, serious stingers, twice when I dropped the clanger and said the big words. Even my Mum knew about one of them, the first time it happened I was thirteen and dropped the word while we were in the pool, mucking about, not sure now what happened and I told her to fuck off, just in fun, and she slapped me straight across the face, it was bloody hard too and a total shock. Mum was hanging washing out about ten feet away and heard and saw the whole thing, I remember I looked at my mother for support and she just said ‘it serves you right; you’re getting a foul mouth on you, Suzanne you certainly have my permission to punish him when he swears like that, you should wash his mouth out with soap”, and mum just looked away and kept putting washing on the line

I was flabbergasted and the look on Suzanne’s face was total contentment and satisfaction. And she said, “See, see what happens if you misbehave, you’ll be punished, so don’t forget it, because one day you’ll get that spanking”. And she gave me this huge knowing smirk, crossed her chest in our silent code and slid under the water and started giggling. And the last time it happened, only three months before this honey business; she scolded me for being late when she picked me up from the shops, we had a fight in the car and when we got back to her place I let it slip, I told her not to be such a cunt about it. Well, all hell broke loose, she grabbed me and dragged me into her laundry, she got her jeans from the washing basket and quickly pulled the belt out and doubled it in her hand yelling at me to bend over – but I wouldn’t. I tried to get back past her and she grabbed my hair and forced me over – she swung the belt on the arse. “You foul mouthed grub, you had a clear intention of misbehaving didn’t you, is this what you want, a belting from me” I was wrestling with her to escape and moving in a circle – she was too close to me to get any really hard swats in and my trusty heavy duty Levis jeans took most of the force out of her hits; she got frustrated, she pulled my hair and I stood up, and when I tried to break free she slapped my face so hard it brought tears and stars to my eyes, and then of course I was hers, like a limp doll and she washed my mouth out with soap, I kid you not, fucking yellow cake Sunlight laundry soap. I protested and carried on like a pork chop for a week about that, she just told me that she was given permission to punish me – and she did – and the next time it would be far worse and much more painful, and I was lucky she never told my parents about it. So on the strength of all that – I knew she was well and truly capable of some sort or retaliation but I left it as long as I could before I showed my face, she was easy to forgive you if you gave her enough time, it was only when she was right at the incident that she was at her angriest. It was almost dark and nearly seven o’clock, she was cooking diner as my folks were at work and after five hours of hiding from her I walked into the kitchen and saw a big wide leather belt on the kitchen table; she walked straight up to me and grabbed my T shirt and drew her hand back to slap my face – I was ready for it, I even lifted my cheek for her and shut my eyes, but she just pushed her hand into my face and forced my head against the wall, she grabbed a handful of my hair shook my head a little and told me to sit down at the table where the belt was. Then she started… I got a huge verbal dressing down – nothing like ever before, she spoke softly, then she’d yell, she paced the kitchen, smoked cigarettes, thumped the table, picked the belt up and whacked it on the table, spoke about my rotten behaviour towards her – how she hurt her feet running after me and she walked over grab my shirt and put her face so close to mine I could smell her breath – telling me that what I did was wrong and juvenile and all the years that I had tormented her was really poor treatment of her on my part, how we were best friends and she looked after me out of the goodness of her heart and I treated her like this. It was the worst I had seen her and was feeling very ashamed and I even had tears running down my cheeks, she just passed me a tissue and told me that I should be upset about what I had done to her. “Go over to my place and wash my shoes out.

…. They’re in the laundry tub” I did as instructed – carefully cleaning out the honey with dishwashing liquid and sponges she had left there. I got back and she’d cooked dinner and as soon as we sat she went on about it again, right through dinner and she didn’t even bother with TV that night. We stayed at the kitchen table after the dishes were done and she spoke about being an adult and all the flashing of my bum rubbish at her was very childish and just plain stupid.“Why did you do that to me today, ruin my shoes like that, and untie my top, you did do that didn’t you? “Yes”“Gregory, as if that wasn’t enough why did you drop your pants daring me to spank you. I’d thought you’d grown out of that nonsense. Do you think a spanking from me would be funny or something do you, you think it’d be sexy Gregory, is that what you think?” I shrugged my shoulders and stared at the salt shaker trying to block her words.“Well why did you have to show me total disrespect like that, do you know how rude that is, hum do you understand in your tiny brain how upset you have made me, you’re my best friend and you treat me like crap sometimes, I get so upset with you” She paused and picked up the belt, holding it in front of my face. “I should do it, I should thrash you – you know that don’t you, do you realize that I could right now strip your pants down bend you over the chair here and thrash you, do you think that would be fun do you, is that what you think – flog you with this belt right here in your parents kitchen? Not a very sexy thought is it and I can assure you that you’d not think so by the time I would be finished with you, is that what you want is it, you want me to punish you, do you want me to give you a spanking is that it” She paused and studied my face and then her tone softened. “Gregory do you have some sort of sexual fetish for spanking is that what your problem is?” I looked into the blackness beyond the kitchen door and mumbled. “No, I don’t” I was not very convincing in my lie and my skin crawled at the realisation that she new my little secret fantasy. “I’m sorry Suzanne, please I’m sorry” I was in terror of course; and it was 8 o’clock and I was squirming in my seat at the way she started to talk, talk about spanking like this, it was ok in my fantasy, but in the sober atmosphere of my parent’s kitchen it was not at all what I wanted to listen to. And I’d never seen her go off like this before; I was feeling very uneasy about it. She suddenly grabbed my arm.
“Gregory look at me” I focused on her eyes and she lifted her eyebrow. “Those shoes cost me forty dollars, they are real suede, they’re probably ruined now and I swear this to you, the next time you pull a stunt like this, you WILL get more than you bargained for – have you got that, no more joking, I will punish you like you could not imagine, you want me to spank you, is that your fetish, hum, is that what you want?” She shook my arm digging her finger nails in hard and the pain made me grimace but I looked at the floor.
“I don’t know Suzanne, I’m sorry; I don’t know why I did it – I thought it would be funny”
“Funny …… you think it was funny to ruin my shoes……Gregory I am warning you once and once only, you don’t want to try me out on this one, because if you think that I’d spank you and you’d get a sexual thrill out of it or something stupid like that – then you are so very wrong. It would be pure punishment and I would thrash your bare arse so hard you will wish you had never been born – I’m warning you – I’ll do it, next time you flash your bum at me or do something stupid to me, the very next time you clearly misbehave to get my attention you’ll get your wish – I’ll thrash you and you’ll bloody well regret it, now go to bed and get out of my sight”
I lay in bed that night and wondered about what she said, after all the crap I pulled on her over the years she never once told my parents, so did she mean that she would really spank me, what would it be like if she actually spanked me with her hand on my bare bottom – bent over her lap. I couldn’t help the fantasy – it was such a powerful image. She had so much power over me. But I couldn’t see her doing it, it’s just a bluff on her part to frighten me, she is way too controlled to do something like that – a few smacks on the bum maybe – but pants off bare bottom stuff – nah she won’t do it – she didn’t punish me for today liked she said she was going to, she just grabbed my hair and dung her nails in, that’s nothing, nah she’s full of shit. But as I did on many occasions especially lying in bed at night, I’d fantasise about lying across her lap, hand hands on my bum and seeing her naked body and her touching my cock and wondered what it would be like; I masturbated for hours.

The very next morning she called me over while I was cleaning the pool; I reluctantly went into her Kitchen.
“Right Gregory sit down please, we need to have another little chat about yesterday”
I sat down and rolled my eyes at her, I didn’t mean it to be disrespectful – I was just a bit pissed off at being taken from my pool cleaning to go over the same stuff again as last night; she saw me and exploded.
“How dare you roll your eyes at me, I’ve got a good mind to really do it this time, you’re just a little brat, you’re so close to being thrashed, do you realize that, and you would not be smiling afterwards I can assure you – it won’t be anything like those little love taps I’ve given you before” she breathed deeply and said to yourself quietly “calm down Suzanne”
“Now I bought you in here to tell you that I was prepared to forget about yesterday, not make you pay for my ruined shoes, and as usual not tell your parents what happened, if you are prepared to grow up, are you going to grow up – or am I going to have to put up with your childish nonsense forever?”
“I’m sorry Suzanne, I won’t do it again”
“I’ll believe that when I see it” She paused and looked at me – I think she was waiting for me to say something. But what could I say, oh yes Suzanne, take me across your knee and spank me. But of course real life is not like a fantasy.
“So you say that there’ll be no more pulling down your pants nonsense, destroying my stuff or annoying me anymore”.
“I won’t Suzanne, I promise”
“Because that warning I gave you is true, I am serious this time – you try me out and you’ll regret it understand, I’ll spank you for real and it’ll be so hard you won’t know which way is up – you got that, this is your very last chance and I don’t care how old you are or how old you get, the next time you stuff up – you will be severely punished, have you got that?” She cupped her hands to my face and lifted my head so I had to look into her eyes.
“So then this is the last of your nonsense” I shook my head yes; but really I wanted to fall at he feet and beg her to spank me. I was going crazy over her, I wanted to touch her and be with her every second. I didn’t even know why.
“Can I trust you – and no more lies to me, cross our hearts” I said nothing and crossed my heart at the same time she did, the old ritual and I stood and she hugged me and that was it, a new change in our life, she hadn’t hugged me for ages and now I was nearly as tall as her it seemed so much different, it was an adult hug, and I pushed my hands into her back and took in the moment. And in that year things changed, the innocents in a friendship had gone, my deed that day at the pool had truly changed our life together, all things became different and I went out of my way to prove to her that I was an adult. I treated her with enormous respect and courtesy, did anything she wanted without question, engaged in proper conversations, we were very close – but not like we were when I was young – but we were getting very close in a different way. That year was full of learning for me. When she moved next door she was seventeen and she seemed so old to me, and now I was almost seventeen and she’d just turned twenty five, life looked a whole lot different.

I spent my time in silent worship of her that year. I became more and more infatuated; I’d sit at my window at night and perve on her with binoculars, I’d constantly fantasise about her and masturbate. I hated any man that came near her, not that she had anymore than a couple of casual male visitors that year which I can be thankful for. But I’d sit and curse them; any of them that would come anywhere near her. And in my naivety I had no idea why these feelings were eating at me all the time, but they were taking me over. Now an admission is that I was emotionally immature for my age and I’d had little contact with other kids outside of school and I really didn’t care for many of them anyway. I was way ahead of my class mates scholastically and never showed any invitation for mutual friendship. I didn’t need them – I had Suzanne and she was all I knew, I’d grown up only knowing her, and only knowing her point of view of life.

It was almost a year to the day that I’d done the honey stunt in her shoes and that summer my life changed forever. It was a couple of days after Christmas and a weekday; my folks were back at work I was bored stupid, Suzanne was at our place watching the Cricket on TV; we’d had a swim earlier and she was a little stand-offish with me that arvo – after a little incident in the pool. It was a cool afternoon for summer; clouds had started to form and long sought after rain was impending on the horizon. Suzanne tucked her long legs under her bottom as she change position on the lounge and stared the screen and sipped a cold drink. I stood behind her – watching her watching TV, her denim skirt rode up her legs just an inch from her crotch, Christ this was so frustrating.
All summer I had been trying to do as much with her as I could, but she seemed a little distant this Christmas, preoccupied with other things and had hardly showed me much attention at all – we’d been to the beach only once so far that Christmas and she caught me staring at her crotch (again) while she was sitting cross legged in the sand. I was dazed and in a pure fantasy of what she looked like under her black bikini bottoms, in that secret place, the only part of her body that I had not seen.
Fingers clicked in front of my face.
“Hey, snap out of it, what are you doing, keep you eyes to yourself you little pervert, why don’t you look at all those school girls over there, not me, perve on them. You’re always staring at me, staring at my crotch or my bum or breasts or something – I know you do, so stop it, it’s more than a little unnerving and it’s getting annoying so stop it please”
I was deeply embarrassed about being caught staring at her – but she showed little emotion – just gave me a funny crooked smile pushed her sunglasses back on her nose leaving a white fingerprint from the suntan cream on the black plastic bridge; I turned my attention to the surf. That was about a week before Christmas – but I couldn’t help my staring all the time, she raised her eyebrow on several occasions and just said “Well” expecting me to answer her about why I was in such a deep trace of her presence. But to be honest – I could not have told her anyway, they were intense sexual feelings and how was I to explain that to her. I guess I could have said show me your cunt Suzanne, but of cause you can only say that in your brain – not for real.

Then it happened, out of the blue and unexpected, one brief interlude and I knew there was something there, something more between us. Suzanne spent every Christmas with us, eve and day, she had no-one else…well not in Australia anyway… and on this Christmas Eve as usual she’d come to our house for dinner, always splendid and that year, as per usual, she’d indulge in drinking with my folks, we had all ended up in the pool on that hot Christmas Eve and thankfully my parents moved off well before midnight, leaving us alone. Suzanne was very tipsy and for the first time she started talking about personal stuff, my personal life. She asked me if there were any girls at school that I liked and what sort of girl I liked and if I liked blondes or redheads, girls with big breast, just stuff like that, it was crazy, she’d never ever once asked me about other girls or if I liked any, but she’d had more than a few beers and I didn’t say much just let her ramble on. In the end I got the shits with her cross examination of me and I just blurted out, there’s only one girl for me Suzanne and that’s you, you’re perfect, your beautiful and sexy and there’ll never be anyone else for me but you. Of course I made it sound like a joke, but I was not joking.
“Oh, my sweet baby, come on – time for bed or Santa won’t leave you any presents”
And then she kissed me, it was meant to be a good night kiss … a kiss we had shared for 6 years but as she was getting out of the pool she grabbed my face and it ended up being a full on the lips kiss, she pushed her tongue into my mouth and started moving it around. It was my first kiss – I didn’t know what to do – I just let her go; it lasted probably 20 seconds and she pulled back and just gave me this glazed look.
“Merry Christmas my little sweetie” And she pealed off and sashayed across her lawn turning once to blow a kiss to me, she got to the bottom of her stairs and pulled off your bikini top and walked half naked up the stairs. I nearly died on the spot. The next day, nothing, not a fucking thing, she came over and gave me a peck on the cheek, not a thing was mentioned, not in the morning or Christmas lunch, nothing – she never seemed to acknowledge it at all, had she been too drunk to remember doing it. I never knew, because I never really pushed the subject with her again. But it drove me nuts and was the catalyst for the actions that took place that changed my entire life.

Two days later in the pool the very day of the (lets call it) big incident – just before it started clouding over – we were talking about books and she told me she wanted me to read Lady Chatterley’s Lover, about how powerful love can be between two people, about love that had transcended different boundaries and cultures and how romantic and sweet it was. We were lying opposite each other in the pool on our backs with our arms on the edge and as she spoke she was moving her legs about, gently opening and closing them as she floated and I was looking at her and naturally I was in total sexual lust. My cock got hard and started sticking up in my swimming shorts and I didn’t even realize it. All of a sudden her words stopped.
“Oh you little pervert, for Christ sake go and take a cold shower will you” Her voice was serious and cranky. She splashed water at my crotch and got out of the pool and went home.
Again I was deeply embarrassed and didn’t see her until it was telly time after lunch. I’d been waiting for her – staring out my bedroom window but she took her time today and as soon as she came out her back door I made my way to the kitchen to intercept her arrival. She came in and walked past me.
“Hi, you don’t want the telly for a bit, the test is on, watch it with me” she hardly looked at me and didn’t wait for an answer. She put her six pack on the table, removed one and stuck it in her cooler – I put the others in the fridge as I always did and she walked past and sat down on the lounge. I had the TV ready for her, on the right channel and at the right volume setting.
For the first time I put on the jeans and bright T-shirt she bought me for Christmas, just trying to get her attention, on any other occasion she would have praised the way I looked, but this arvo was a no go. I was hoping her attitude wasn’t because of the incident in the pool, I truly didn’t mean it and I was running ideas through my head about how to approach her and talk to her about it. But nope within one minute she was engrossed in the box.
I stood behind her for ages, silently, while she watched the box. She knew I was there – but ignored me, she never even told me to sit down or that I was annoying her standing behind her, which she usually did. I was just trying to come up with something that I could do to get her attention, something clever, mature. Shit why won’t she acknowledge me after that kiss the other night. I’ve got to do something, something drastic; I want to talk to her about it, about lots of things.
“I’m going up the road to the shops for a while, do you want anything” I announced as I moved from behind the lounge.
“No thanks – but be back before five, I want an early dinner tonight and then we’re going for a walk down the beach” Her gaze from the telly never shifted as some pommy cricketers batting actions made her comment with an audible “yes”.
Spur of the moment stuff – I scooped up her cigarettes and lighter from the table beside her on the way passed, figuring she’d spot me – bring her back to life – break this nonsense of the TV, start a conversation, that’s all I wanted to do, I just wanted to talk to her, but no, I walked out of the house and up the road.
Nothing happened, I’d escaped. I headed for the bush and sat down; crap it didn’t work – now I’ve got to sneak this shit back to her. Shit! Shit! Shit – I hated this feeling – Fuck it – I examined the packet of smokes and clicked her prized gold lighter and watched the flame dance gently as I twisted my wrist to view the different colours.

I’d never tried smoking before – even though I was almost seventeen, I never even thought about it much, I thought it was actually quiet dumb and it stank – well having little else to do and out of spite and wanton waste of Suzanne’s cigarettes, I lit up one of her king-size Craven A’s, put the lighter and packet on the ground sat back and studied the glowing tip – I put it to my lips and inhaled gently – well of course like all do on their first effort – I choked and spluttered and gasped for air. I threw the cigarette away and stood up; and with hands on hips I bent forward to try and cough up that vile smoke I’d inhaled. I thought about how dumb I was at the same time my watery eyes focused on a thin wisp of smoke six feet in front of me. Of course in my stupefied state I watched its ever-growing column for a few seconds. The whole south east corner of the state was in the grip of a drought, the grass was dry this summer and it crackled under foot. There was in fact a total fire ban in place. But I didn’t start it on purpose and I could explain that couldn’t I…….. I better make sure it doesn’t catch…..I looked around the ground for the lighter and cigarettes. And when I looked up the grass had caught fire and a little flame was chewing up dry grass at a rapid rate. No problem I thought, hum lets see, there are a few little trees over here, and ripping a branch from a small tree I bashed the leaves at the rapidly spreading fire, the flames were more than a foot high now and the more I hit the ground with the branch to try and put it out the more I spread the flames to nearby grass; it flashed up way faster than I thought possible. I couldn’t believe how fast this little fire was spreading and smoke billowed all around me – I tried to stamp at the edges with my feet and again tried to bash it out, worse and I started to panic and then I ran like fuck.
Back in the safety of my yard I hid behind the garage out the back – my hiding haven since I was a little kid. Not more than a minute later the faint sound of a siren pierced the afternoon silence. Shit how did they find out so fast. That bitch from the shop I bet – always being a stickybeak on everything and everyone, fuck what if she saw me. I’m doomed.
“Slam!” the back door closed behind me. Breathing hard, I tried to calm myself, expecting to be confronted by Suzanne for slamming the door, and needing to do something before that happened, for my nice new T shirt smelled like smoke, so I needed to change clothes quickly. The sirens stopped. “Oh, Jesus! – they’re at it, please please put it out” I whispered to myself and I really panicked. What if somebody’s house goes up – what if that bitch saw me – what if someone else saw me? I was cautioned so many times about playing with matches when I was younger and to start a fire now – at my age … at sixteen … I knew it would be a serious offence, it would be police and the whole bit. Running for the stairs I collided into Suzanne as she came around the corner from the lounge room, my left arm was on the upswing and my clenched fist drove straight into her right tit.
“Hey! Watch it” Her voice was loud as we bounced off each other and she rubbed her breast with the palm of her hand. “What’s the matter with you – are you nuts?” The grimace on her face showed genuine pain and I apologised for the unintentional crash.
“Sorry sorry – um, er, ah, I’m all sweaty from running back from the shop. Gonna take a shower and change my clothes, um I gotta go to the toilet.” Thinking back, I didn’t have a chance. My eyes would have been wild, I no doubt smelled like a BBQ, and I must have appeared guilty as hell of something.
I stammered, trying to avoid her eyes. “Is … is my Mum home yet?” I was trying to see if I had any hope of getting rid of her before she found anything out.
“What’s wrong with your brain? … it’s Wednesday, your parents work late tonight as they do every Wednesday night, you know that; I’m cooking dinner for you … and then we’re going for a walk on the beach, the London Carols by candlelight’s on tonight you were going to watch them with me – you know all that, what is wrong with you, something’s wrong Gregory, what is it?”
Suzanne’s reply was sharp and showing her annoyance at my stupidity. Her dark eyes studied mine for a few seconds as she was still rubbing her tit to ease the pain then she turned her head to the lounge room and walked over to the front window.
“I can’t find my smokes, have you seen them, and what’s going on outside – I heard a siren – what’s happened?”
Fuck! her cigarettes – I’ve got to put them down somewhere, where – I reached into my pocket and started backing away towards the stairs, I dropped my chin down sniffing at my T-shirt, I knew I had to make a quick exist before she took a further inspection. Turning from the window, Suzanne’s eyes bored into me. I turned and ran up the stairs. No doubt after looking out the window and seeing the column of smoke that was a couple of streets away made her brain click and her suspicions of me where triggered into action.
“Get back here right now” Her parade-ground voice echoed up the stairwell. I turned and walked slowly down to the bottom stair.
“What have you done? And before you consider lying to me think about the consequences – remember our pact ….. No more lies. If you’ve got something to do with this – this siren, you’d better tell me now, ’cause you know I’ll find out anyway”.
I shrugged and said nothing, moving my lips over each other I looked into the half screen of the TV that was blocked by the doorway – trying to focus on the mumbling of a commercial, wishing that I had stayed in my bedroom that afternoon and had a wank.
“Well, I’m waiting” Suzanne frowned and her aggressive tone triggered my defences and I yelled back at her.
“I didn’t do anything”
“You’re yelling at me – at me, it’s impossible, I don’t believe you’re doing this, if you are innocent then why hell, hum, me thinks that you just gave yourself up and indeed you have something to do with this”. She took large steps and was on me before I could move. I was stuck on the bottom step and a couple of inches taller than her as she reached out and held my head firmly with both hands forcing me to look into her stunning dark eyes.
“You are not getting away today, you have nowhere to run, and finally I have you, now look me in the eyes”.
She moved her face forward and our noses touched; she sniffed and moved her nose to my cheek, I could feel the sensual touch of her cheek on my nose, I swooned at all body contact with this woman, even in the harshest of circumstance – like that moment when she was interrogating me – I lost my sense of awareness and my cock twitched in my pants.
“You stink …….. Well, what have you been up-to you silly goose?” That was her favourite word for me when I’d stuff up – as she didn’t swear she used cute terms like that, she’s call me a silly goose or a bird brain. Hearing those words again after so long made me think I was twelve all over again, like the day she bent me over and smacked my bum at the pool, she called me a silly goose when she did it, those two words always triggered that memory. Her face was so close to mine I could see the pigment in her eyes – I looked at her mouth and her full pink lips parted, I looked back into her eyes and her grip tightened on my face. I couldn’t resist her and finally I spewed forth tales and lies of playing with matches and starting a fire.
“Jesus Christ you’re sixteen years old, what is wrong with you, you started a fire, a bush fire?” Her voice sounded of total disbelief this time.
“You wait here, and you’d better hope this is not serious, don’t you leave or try to run away; and find my smokes!”
As soon as she was out the door I ran to the window, craning my neck to see what was happening, I watched her walk towards the source of our neighbourhood’s excitement and she disappear from view; I went outside to get a better look – but could only see a small column of smoke.
Christ, I went to the pool to splash water on my face and there I was left alone with images of doom and despair, of houses burning, of police and my parents, glares from the neighbourhood and schoolteachers. I needed an escape route. Ten minutes went by – I walked around the pool and ran my hand through the cool water – then walked to the kitchen door, within an easy sprint to my secret spot behind the garage and my mind compounded one weird image after another – of fire and devastation. I kicked the toe of my sandshoe into the dirt at the edge of the concrete – but nothings happening, there’s no police coming looking for me. I heard the front door shut. She was inside looking for me. Relief, what do I do, run away, yes I can do that. I’ll come back later, she’ll have calmed down by then.

“Shit!” I said aloud as I realised I’d forgotten about her smokes and lighter, why didn’t I put them back. “You fucking idiot, you had time …. why?” I mumble out loud. I knew I had to do that at least. She’ll throw a spastic if she finds out – she’ll come out the back looking for me, I’ll go back round the front and chuck them through the window, I reckon I’ll get away with it…I’ll just peer around the corning here and if it’s all clear I’ll make my….. And as I was conceiving my move towards the front of the house a huge thud hit my bum scaring the crap out of me – I nearly shit myself; she’d snuck up behind me and smacked my arse hard with her hand.
“What are you doing back here, trying to hide from me are you? You’re lucky you know, it only burnt some grass – it’s out now. You little fool the police are asking everyone if they saw who started it – you’d better hope no one saw you. They may even do a door knock. I hope you’re happy,” Her voice was stern and unforgiving, like the school teacher scolding a naughty pupil.
“You didn’t tell anyone it was me did you – please you didn’t” I put my hands together in prayer and begged her for the correct answer. “No of course I didn’t, why I would – no this time you’ve done it”. She grabbed my arm “You’ve been so good and grown up all year and then you do this. Starting a bush fire is not funny or cute or in anyway sane, come on, it’s time, I warned you last year didn’t I – I told you – you had one chance left and you’ve blown it.” She started towing me towards her place.
“Blown it ……….. I don’t know what you are talking about. What are you doing, Suzanne, let go of me, this is dumb, I’ll come with you – what warning” And the truth is I’d actually forgotten about her warning, that spanking stuff from last year, I’d lost that fantasy all together. I’d moved on, just sex fantasies now, so the spanking thing never entered my mind. I actually thought she was going to ring my mother. “No way – I’m not letting you go this time – you’re not running away today, today is judgement day”
I protested loudly the whole way into her yard and through the front door of her house. I pulled a little from her grip; she dug her fingernails firmly in – holding my arm as we went through the lounge down the hall and straight into her bedroom. I could have broken away if I’d really wanted to but her mental power over me kept me this time – and I knew that this was serious.
“Let go of my arm”
She shook me as she let go and spun around with her hands raised to my face, staring straight into my eyes as she pressed my cheeks. “This is without doubt the dumbest thing you have ever done – Greg you’re sixteen years old, nearly seventeen for Christ’s sake, what the hell is wrong with you – why did you start that fire? You were so good this year, good to me and everything, we had such a good time and I thought you’d finally started to grow up – but I guess I was wrong – I think you must be retarded or something, hum do you like lighting fires? Answer me” Her tone was slightly sympathetic and inquisitive and she waited for a few seconds but I had no intention of saying anything anyway. I just flicked my eyes around her bedroom. It had always been off limits to me officially but I knew it well, if Suzanne knew what I’d been up to in here she’d have kittens ….. She let go of my face and stood back a pace holding her hand out – ready to receive. “Give me the matches.” I didn’t move, my heart started pounding in my chest again.
“Don’t ignore me or I’ll strip you bare to find them” She yelled loud enough for the surrounding houses to hear. I looked at the door and she just shook her head at me.
“Don’t even think about it, you know that this time you have gone too far – no more games you’re not a baby”
Right then I knew I was totally fucked and knowing it was useless to argue I complied, digging into the pocket of my pants I handed her a crushed packet of cigarettes and then her expensive gold lighter. The look on her face turned black as she inspected her stolen property. “Well well well, I see now ….. I take it you didn’t find them – that in fact you stole them from me, hum, did you start that fire with my lighter?”
“No” my denial was harsher and louder that it needed to be and she smacked my face faster than I could react to pull away.
“So you want to play games do you, I’ll find out one way or another, you’ve done it now don’t you understand that. This is the last stop for you, no more leniencies” she lifted her hand to smack my face again
“I had a smoke, sort’ that’s all …. and dropped it and that’s what started the fire, I didn’t steal them – I was just, I just took them for fun, I was going to put them back and I tried to put it out… the fire …. I” She cut me short\\
“You wicked little bugger, no – I won’t listen to any of your pathetic excuses to try and get out of it, for once in your life own up to your wrong doings”

She took one of the crumpled cigarettes from the pack and examined it. I could feel her gaze bore into me as I looked at the floor. “You are pathetic, do you know that? Just a pathetic little boy, do you know what you have done, do you understand how stupid you have been” Real disappointment showed through her voice and it went high and low in its tones. “Starting that fire is one thing, but what I am really pissed off about you stealing from me, from me – we’re friends, we’re mates, and you don’t steal from your mates, not even for a joke, that is just so cruel to me, you’ve been so cruel to me when I think the world of you, I’ve never hurt you” just hung my head, looking at her feet, watching her slowly tap her right foot in annoyance.
“But that’s what you want isn’t it, hum, back to the old chestnut, you want some attention you selfish boy” Suzanne put her lighter and cigarettes on her dresser. I looked at her, a bit hopeful.
“Can I go home now?” I looked at her and then at the door.
Suzanne chuckle out loud. “You’ve got to be joking; I am certainly not letting you go Gregory, you’ve been asking me for this for ever so long and now you get your wish”
“What, what are you talking about?” I watch her as she walked to her bedroom window and closed it and then she went and shut her door while she spoke. “Remember what I said to you last time, what did I tell you last year when you put honey in my shoes and ruined them? Remember I told you that it was your last chance, do you remember that, we made a pact and you told me you’d be good, not lie to me, not hurt me.
“Well?”
She grabbed my arm and marched me the four steps towards her bed. Alarm bells were going off in my brain.
“What are you doing Suzanne, I want to go home?” My protest was loud towards her and she screwed her fist into my T shirt.
“Don’t you yell at me, you stay right here and don’t move a muscle? If you take your punishment from me, like you know that you deserve then no more will be said about today, do you understand me – do you agree?”
Still, I thought, it could be much worse; at least the cops don’t know – I could be in a police car right now. And forgetting my predicament for the moment, I breathed a sigh of relief, and then snapped back to reality as she again raised her voice.
“Do you agree?”
“Yes, yes I agree, but what are you going to do, you’re not going to tell Mum are you” I was just so naive to the situation.
“Tell your mother, you’re not serious surly. You don’t know why you’re in my bedroom standing next to my bed – are you that stupid” She shook her head. “Oh my poor boy, then this is going to be a big shock for you. What did I tell you last year, do you remember?” I stared at her as moved towards her dressing table and pick up her large wooden hairbrush. I shrugged my shoulders.
“Answer me – you know what I’m talking about”
“You said …. I don’t …. I don’t remember”
“Oh really, you don’t remember, is that right, think Gregory, think back to last year, remember that conversation we had, what did I tell you at your kitchen table that night.
She patted the back of the hairbrush in her hand and looked at me.
“Well, I’m waiting”
“You said something about punishing me if I stuffed up”
“Punishing you, that’s right, so you’re not totally brain dead. You thought I was always joking didn’t you – I know, I know how you think, hum, you think poor old stupid Suzanne never does anything – always threatens to punish me but never does. Isn’t that it? “WELL!? She shook my arm and I nodded.
“You don’t have to do anything Suzanne, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again”
“No Gregory, not this time, you stole from me – I have to do it, you have to be punished and punished properly, you don’t steal from me, you got that?” Her lips cured into a wicked smile as she sit on her bed in front of me and I studied the purposeful look on her pretty face as she looked into my eyes.\\
“Why are you smiling Suzanne – this is not funny, this is dumb. I’m going home”I took a step back but she grabbed my ear solidly and pulled my face close to hers, I fell to my knees in front as she held onto my ear. “Don’t fight me, you can’t win. I’ve had enough of your crap for the last six years; You’ve been so mature and kind to me this year and it was all going so well and then you do this shit. I have shown you so many leniencies about your past behaviours but today it ends. What are you worried about Gregory, this is what you’ve always wanted isn’t it. Tell me you don’t fantasies about me spanking you – it’s what you’ve always wanted, you weren’t just teasing me, you always really wanted me to spank you haven’t you? You’ve been doing your best to provoke me since you where ten years old, trying to get my attention in the stupidest of ways, all your silliness, pulling your pants down – the honey in my shoes last Christmas?”
I looked into her eyes, a thick strand of black hair feel across her beautiful face and that was the first time I actually realised that I was deeply in love with this woman, love – real love, my heart ached and I realized I’d been blocking the truth from myself. Why had it not dawned on me before? All the attention seeking – the teasing, the infatuation, it’s not just sexual lust, this is love – I am in love. I closed my eyes and I was feeling strangely detached from life, I leant forward into her chest. Her pressure on my ear eased.
“I’m sorry Suzanne, I didn’t steal your stuff, I was going to put it back, I just wanted to talk to you, I’m sorry, you don’t have to do anything I promise I’ll never do it again.”
“It’s too late Greg, I warned you, and you’re not getting out of it this time. You’re sixteen and a young man, and you deserve this, if I let you get away with it you’ll never change. I never thought I’d have to punish you after such a good year, you’ve been so grown up and then this. I see the pattern – I know I haven’t been paying attention to you lately, I know that, I have lots on my mind and you want attention so you go and do this, it shows me how immature you still are. Well am I right?” She shook my head and squeezed my ear again.
“I just wanted to talk to you, you wouldn’t talk to me, I just wanted to talk to you Suzanne, I am sorry about what happened in the pool – I didn’t mean it – I can’t help being hard like that around you, I wasn’t being rude or weird, it just happened and I wanted to tell you that, and you just watch that stupid fucking telly all the time and you won’t talk to me”
“I see, now you’re blaming me – it’s my fault is it – my fault that you stole my smokes and lighter and started a bush fire, is that your attitude is it, carrying on like a baby again are we, and you’re using foul language again, I want this and I want that and show me all the attention. Well Gregory you have me full attention now and you are going to regret it. I’m going to spank you, do you understand me, you must know deep down in the marshmallow head of yours that you are wrong and you deseved to be punished. I don’t know what else to do Gregory, a good amount of physical pain will hopefully make you think before you act. Next time you want to be stupid you might just remember this before you stuff up. But…. I want your approval first, because I will tell you this once and once only, either you willingly give yourself to me for this punishment or our friendship is instantly terminated, I will never talk to you again and you can try and explain to your parents why I won’t talk to you” She studied my eyes and I could smell the chewing gum on her breath. I nodded yes and a tiny smile curled at the corners of mouth.
“No, I want you to say, yes Suzanne; I should be punished for stealing and starting a fire”
I stayed deathly quiet, my guts in knots; I looked at her and her eye brow moved giving me the I’m waiting look.
“That’s stupid Suzanne, I can’t say that, I’m sorry please let me go – I won’t do it again, I want to go home, I don’t want a spanking, this is dumb – please let me go”
“You are not going home and you can and you will do as you are told, so come on, I won’t wait all day, what’s it to be yes or no”? Then the strangest words escaped my mouth just above an audible whisper.
“I stole from you and started a fire and I’m sorry”
“And the rest of it, come on Gregory”
“And I want you to spank me please Suzanne”
“Well now – you said please – how can I refuse …….. Pants down”
She leg go of my ear and I stood and undid the zipper and pushed my jeans down to my knees, I left my underpants on, blood started to fill my cock – I couldn’t help it, I don’t know why, the pure excitement of just pushing my pants down in front of her, who knows, but my pulse raced and my brain swam in a hundred directions.
“Over my lap” her voice was calm and I bent forward; not really far enough and just my legs touched hers,
“Come on Gregory; don’t be a goose – how can I spank you if you don’t go across my knee. She reached up and grabbed my hair pulling me to her lap, I fell forward with her right fist in the middle of my back and I was across her knees. She pinned me in place with her left elbow as she stripped down my underpants with her thumb in the top of the band, I felt the stiff bristles from the brush as she pulled them down further trying to get them down my thighs.

My brain was racing with utter confusion. In that split second I realised that she was actually going to spank me – for real, those old fantasies I had came flooding back, but it wasn’t the same – it’s not like my fantasy. My heart pounded with fear as I settled on her lap ….. But it felt comfortable and warm, my cock was rock hard, she had to feel it, even through my underpants and her skirt, she moved her leg a little underneath, I think she was trying to move it so she couldn’t feel my cock, but it didn’t work, just made me give an audible moan. “I see, that’s it is it, I can feel you – I can feel you penis – you’re a goose, you want me to spank you for a sexual thrill do you, that’s what you think this is, not today, today it’s punishment”
I tried to get free but she pinched hard at the skin on my back and moved her legs underneath me, my cocked throbbed from the pressure.
“So you still think this is going to be sexy do you, you want me to spank you for being a bad boy do you, You think that it’ll be fun, yes? I said nothing – well what could I say.
“Answer me Gregory”
“I don’t know – I thought it would be, I used to think so – but I don’t want it now, I’m sorry Suzanne, I can’t help it, I don’t want to be spanked please don’t do this – I’m sorry – I don’t know why it’s hard. This is crazy Suzanne – it’s so embarrassing.”
My brain drifted back in time as old fantasies came to life again, the ones where I’d wank for ages just at the thought of being over her knee like this, and now it was happening, but it wasn’t the same.
“Nope, too late Gregory, you’re about to be spanked, no not spanked, thrashed is more the word for it and I can assure that by the time I have finished you will not be hard. Now lets see, stealing from me and starting fires? You want me to punish you for that? I’ll punish you – I’ll give you some fire you won’t forget, and I’ll punish you for putting honey in my shoes and for all the other cruel little stunts that you have ever pulled. I told you not to try me out so it’s your own fault, you were warned, and it won’t feel sexy like you’ve been fantasising about while you play with yourself”
I cocked my head sideways at her in shear terror – she read my thoughts, just now she’s read my thoughts, how’d she know.
“You look surprised, you really think I’m stupid don’t you, you thought a spanking from me would be sexy and you’d get your rocks off, I still feel you’re hard right now, I’m not an idiot, but how wrong you are this time young man, how wrong”.
“Don’t, please Suzanne, I don’t want it, I’ll never do it again, I promise, I’ll be good, please – let me go – I was only kidding, please I was just joking, I don’t want this honest – I’m so embarrassed, I don’t want to be spanked – It was just a joke – please I want to go home?”. “Not this time, you’ll just keep going, I know you Gregory, you won’t be able to help yourself. You’ve got a spanking fetish and until you get one you’ll always annoy me for it, so now you get your wish” As she spoke her hand rested on my bottom and I felt the contrast of the hot skin of her knuckles and the coolness of the handle of the hair brush. She started rubbing the back of the hair brush over my skin and my hard cock pulsed in my undies, I was thinking she had to feel that through her skirt and without warning a huge dull thud hit my backside, and then stinging pain came and again another thud hit hard on my bare bottom. Bloody hell that does hurt, my system was shocked in disbelief.
WHACK! “Nooooo, stop it! Suzanne, come on – it really hurts, I was just kidding – I don’t want this!” She smacked me so hard I didn’t believe it was possible for my bum to feel so much pain.
“Owwww! Shiiit! OWWWW! SUZANNE STOP! Owww-howwww! – it hurts – it’s too hard” She was right, I was not prepared for the pain, the most intense I’d felt, stinging my clenched cheeks again and again.
“It’s too hard – stop please Suzanne, I am sorry, not so hard – it’s too hard”
“I told you – I warned you but you didn’t listen did you, hey, not sexy is it, no fun at all” I squirmed off her lap and landed on all fours on the floor. This only succeeded in her making a grab for my hair with her left hand and the pain made me freeze, she dragged me back onto her lap with a handful of my t-shirt. My underpants had fallen down my thighs and my cock was pressed hard against her denim skirt. I put my right hand over my bum to protect myself and she grabbed it and pulled it up my back. She thrashed into me with the hairbrush – maybe a dozen smacks or more as I slid further down her lap and again tried to escape. “Right, I’ve had enough of this, either you do this willingly or I’ll tie you up” I looked at her as tears filled my eyes, she dropped the hair brush on the bed stood and grabbed my hair yanking me off the floor she hauled me bodily back across her left knee she drew up her skirt and pinned me with her right leg to the back of my legs and her left hand firmly on my back. My cock was no longer hard but it was squashed between my belly and her leg. She pulled me close into her lap I could feel the heat from her groin on my thigh, the material from her undies on my leg, I was sure of it, it was so hot and soft, is that her pussy, fuck it’s hot.
I was stuck and vulnerable with my hands on the floor and my backside stuck up in the air. All I could think about was the pain that radiated from my bum.
“Now we’re getting somewhere – I notice your not hard now, hum, not feeling horny now Gregory, commit this to your memory bank next time you want to play with yourself – thinking about me

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Act 1

Outfit: Long black patent leather fishtail skirt White oxford button up shirt Black patent leather stilettos Red tie Black patent leather military cap Black patent leather waist corset Black fishnet stockings Pearl stud earrings Black patent leather gloves to wrist

Equipment: Wooden pony with a topper

* One sharpened edge riding topper Two floor weights with tie hoops Rope Posture collar Large penis gag Strap-on and harness Large anal plug Chains Locks with keys Collar and leash Short high wooden ramp with mirror on base and tie hoop Cane Video camera Baby Monitor

Action: I walk into the dungeon to find you naked and on your knees, head lowered, eyes on floor. Since you know that you are not allowed to look up, all you hear is the click, click, click of My stilettos heels as I walk across the damp concrete floor toward you. As I come closer, you notice your collar and leash dangling from My blood red nails. I snap the collar around your neck and attach the leash. I then grab a handful of your hair and give it a hard yank to force you to look up at Me. you yelp in pain, but you look at Me. I tell you “pathetic male creature, you have disappointed Me yet again and I must punish you for it. But before I do I will have a bit of fun with you. Oh yes, and if you cry like the whining baby you are, I will give you something to cry about. My cane is ready to slash into your back and ass if I hear so much as a whimper.” I let go of your head and immediately it drops back to the submissive position.

I pull on your leash you drop your hands to the floor and crawl behind Me, like the sniveling little worm you are. I walk you over to the fucking station and have you assume position. you place your thighs flat against the ramp and lower your body to its declining mirrored surface. I strap your wrists to the side with the attached chains and lock them in place. Next I attach your collar to the lock and chain on the front of the ramp. I walk behind you, chain your thighs to the back of the ramp and snap the locks on the chains.

I slip out of My skirt and slide My strap-on harness in place. Again I step behind you, this time with a tube of lubrication in hand. I place the tube’s head into your ass and fill your bowels with lube. I then grip your hips and sink My nails into the flesh and I slide My cock into your ass. I push until you have all 10” of My cock inside of you and feel My thighs pressed against yours. I then begin the rape.

I hold your hips and slowly start to thrust My cock in and out of your tight little asshole. I watch as My cock as it penetrates your ass and I look over your shoulder in the mirror to see your face contort with pain. I dig My fingernails deeper into the flesh on your hips and begin to thrust faster and harder. Faster, harder, faster, harder, faster, harder. I feel the sweat rolling down between My breasts and in the back of My mind I hear you scream.

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Act 2

Twenty minutes later, I pull My cock from your gaping asshole and get cleaned up and dressed. you are nice and stretched out for Me, so I slide My largest anal plug into your ass. I remove you from the fucking station and attach your leash once again. you crawl along the floor behind Me to the Pony. you realize My punishment intent and you beg Me “Please My most Supreme Owner, please don’t place slave on the Pony.” I pivot on My heel to face you and slap you sharply across the face “you never ask Me not to do something you whining, sniveling piece of shit! you are thankful that I even take the time out of My busy day to punish you and get you back on the right track! Now apologize you worthless fuck and beg Me to put you on the pony!” you drop your head and murmur to Me “Your pathetic slave humble apologizes for begging You not to Pony it. Of course You are correct in punishing Your weak willed, pond scum, property. You have every right to punish slave and abuse slave. Please Ma’am, please, I beg you to place slave upon the Pony for Your Supremacy’s enjoyment!” “That’s much better you worthless worm, now mount the Pony!”

you step up onto one of the floor weights that are placed on either side of the Pony and swing your leg across. I adjust your ass so that each cheek is on one side of the sharp piece of wood. I then walk behind you and say “Wrists!” Immediately you bring your hands behind your back to grip the opposing elbow. I take the rope I have hanging from the pony and tightly bind your wrists to your elbows. I then take a large penis gag, stuff it into your mouth and manipulate the straps over your head to lock it in place.

I then kneel down and attach your ankles to the chains on the weights. I then spread the weights farther apart so that you are balanced on the pony with no way to escape. I walk to My tool box and pull out a tall posture collar. Walking over to you I lift your head up and snap the collar in place. “Try to move your head slave,” I tell you. you attempt to move your head to no avail. Laughing at you I say “Pathetic, worthless piece of shit. I still have two more things up My sleeve for you.” I grab for the two chains hanging from the ceiling and attach them to either side of the collar. Doubly ensuring that you will not fall off the Pony until I am ready to release you. Last but most certainly not least I grab your balls and slip one testicle to each side of the Pony’s sharpened edge. I grab a piece of chain and push it down on your balls, pulling it through your legs and attaching it to the weights.

Now that you are completely trussed up, I walk slowly around you and survey My work. As I walk, I tap My cane against My leg. Now all you hear is click, click, tap, click, click, tap, click, click, tap. As I reach the front of the Pony, I notice a tear roll down your face. I shake My head in disappointment and say “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I warned you about crying. you are hopelessly pathetic. Since you really want to cry, I will give you something to cry about!” I walk behind you and raise the cane. you hear it swoosh through the air seconds before you feel the stinging pain of it cutting into your back. you scream around the gag.

I give you 10 more cuts, each harder than the one before. your back is now raised in red welts that are bleeding and starting to bruise. I step in front of you again and your tears are gone. “Well, well, well, would you look at that. A good caning and the worm’s tears miraculously disappear. How lovely.” I go get the video camera and set it up in front of you. I do so enjoy watching these little films of Mine. I then take the baby monitor from the top of the tool chest and hook it onto a chain so that it dangles right in front of your face. I switch it on and say “Now I am leaving you here. The monitor will record any sounds you make. If you cry, I will be back to cane you again.”

I turn away from you and walk out of the dungeon, “click, click, click, click,” you hear My shoes as I leave you trapped and helpless.

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Act 3

I walk into the living room, sit on the sofa and pour Myself a glass of the Merlot that I left breathing on the coffee table. I sink into the corner of the sofa, pick up My book and take a sip of the wine. It slides down My throat like a lover caressing My neck and I hum in pleasure. I begin to read, but before I can get into the story I hear you whimpering through the baby monitor and I have to get up to punish you. I am very annoyed now and you will suffer for disturbing Me. Once I enter the basement, you hear the click of My heels once again on the damp concrete floor… click, click, click, click. Your eyes snap open at the sound as you suddenly realize that I heard your pitiful crying through the monitor and that I am back to cane you.

I walk over to you, grab your chin in My left hand and slap you hard across the face with My right. Tears well up in your eyes as I growl at you “What did I tell you about crying, bitch!!? I told you that I would cane you if I heard so much as a peep out of you. Well, you have just let yourself in for a lot more pain slave!” I walk behind you, raise My cane and deliver a stinging blow to your back. you gasp in pain. I bring the cane back down in a series of 20 sharp, stinging blows, knowing all along that you will be covered in bruises by the end of the day. After the last blow, I walk back in front of you and notice the tears running down you cheeks. I laugh at you and say “you are such a pathetic, worthless shit. Look at you, crying like a baby. I honestly do not know why I put up such a useless worm.” I then turn on My heel and stalk out of the room.

I walk back to the living room, step out of My shoes, sit on the sofa and curl My legs underneath Me. I take a sip of wine and settle into My book. The next time I look at My watch, I notice that 3 hours have passed. No sound has been coming through the baby monitor and I have been so engrossed in My book, that I lost track of time. Oh well, just more pain for you… which of course thrills Me to no end!

I slip back into My shoes and walk back into the dungeon and over to where you are bound. Slowly I remove the chain from your ankles, wrists, neck and balls. As the blood rushes back into your extremities and balls you scream in pain. Good thing I haven’t removed the gag yet, otherwise the people in the next county would hear you. After the screaming has passed, I remove the gag, collar and tell you “Get off the pony now, slave, and on your knees.” You slip off the pony and slide, as if your have your bones have dissolved, to your knees at My feet, you place your head on My toes and breathlessly whisper “Thank you My Goddess to punishing me. I am a worthless, pathetic slave and I know I need punishment to learn. I will do my best in the future to not upset you again, my Supreme Owner.”

“I assume that you do worm. Though, if you do not, you will be punished more severely than today. Which of course, I will enjoy.” A wicked smile touches My lips and I reach for your collar and leash. I lock your collar back on and attach your leash to it and walk you out of the dungeon. You whimper as you crawl behind Me because of the pain you are in and because I have yet to remove the plug from your ass. I turn around to look at you and say “ Get used to the plug worm, you will be wearing it all day long, every day of the week. I have future plans for that asshole and I need to start stretching it.” You groan at the possibilities of what I might have planned as they go racing through your mind. I just laugh and walk you back into the living room. I attach your chain to a hook in the wall next to the sofa and leave you there.

I walk into the bedroom and change My clothes and then pad in My bare feet back to the living room. You are still on all fours and as I sit down I place My feet on your back and use you for My ottoman. For the rest of the day you will be My footstool. You sigh on contentment and I laugh to Myself, for only I know what tomorrow has in store for you

Member submitted Femdom story. Femdom or female domination sex stories, are those where a woman takes the lead. Dominant wives, girlfriends or women in positions of power, are usually the main character, with a submissive male or female, attending to their every demand. For male and female subs, femdom fiction is likely to contain story elements of both softer activities like foot worship and teasing, to more hardcore activities like light torture, pain play (nipple and genital clamps, CBT), strap-on sex (pegging), figging, smothering, suffocation, orgasm denial, fisting, anal play, spanking, toilet play and humiliation.

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