Female Led Relationships

“A Recent Letter From Suckboy”
Edited by Dr. Jane Foxx, PhD.

Greetings Luscious Lady Jane:

As a true male submissive, I adore the lesbian photos you sent to me, and find them to be very exciting. In studying the contents of your accompanying letter, I find myself getting another in an endless series of rock hard erections. I can’t seem to help it, and the phenomenon lasts until long after I finish reading your words and looking at your photos.
Your envelopes usually arrive when I get home from the office. So, the first thing I do is get out of my suit, and into something more comfortable, like a loose robe. This allows my erections to form more easily. Hearing from you always does this to me.
The photo you sent of yourself really excited me. What a marvelous-looking dominant lady you are! Your slender waistline is truly incredible, and that strap on dildo is a sight to behold. It’s very easy imagining you using it on me. What an honor it would be!
I also want to thank you for the great photo of your FEMDOM mentor, Lady Cassandra. I particularly liked seeing the way the lucky slave was orally servicing her. The whip resting across his back seems ready to spur him on to greater efforts. It’s truly a wonderful scene.
There is not a day goes by when I don’t find myself thinking of you. I find myself talking to you, too, but not out loud, as yet.
I received the two remaining parts of the KAT Trilogy, and read them both with great interest and continuing excitement. I read through the text very slowly, just as you told me to do, sipping the words like a rare wine.
I greatly enjoyed reading the ad that was placed by the Lady KAT in her search for a new male slave. The vivid description of CBT applied by KAT was truly marvelous.
I could almost feel the painful emotion she created for the slave to endure.
Certain passages in your well-written FEMDOM book are difficult to get out of my mind. These include the descriptive scene when the slave in-training was made to drag KAT’s bowling ball around her studio on a chained clamp by his testicles, and that it was done in front of her laughing female friends. Also, there was the passage when the slave was made to masturbate in rhythm with the sporadic clapping of the amused ladies. I felt as if they were doing it to me.
As much as I liked Part Two of the KAT story, I believe I enjoyed Part Three, even more. The Mistress/slave written contract was a fantastic addition to the story, plus the detailed verbal instructions KAT dispensed on how to correctly please a dominant lady was sheer genius. Naturally, I got very deeply involved in this part of the story. I felt as if the Lady KAT was actually lecturing her personal concerns to me! It all seemed VERY real, and if I’m ever lucky enough to give oral service to a dominant lady, again, KAT’s heated words will still be running through my fevered mind. Hopefully, I will be able to create a quality performance as a result of reading this great book.
As you proposed, I am enclosing a pair of filmy, new panties with this letter, which I hope you will wear, and then send back to me, after they are saturated with your precious female scent. I would be honored to receive them, and I have enclosed an amount I hope you will consider appropriate for this thoughtful service. I want desperately to worship your serene and august femininity. I beg for the honor! Honestly, the thought of kissing, licking, and sucking your soiled panties is almost more than I can stand. I am begging on my knees!
I was glad that I wasn‘t in your presence when you read about my treatment at the hands of the dominant, female acquaintance I lived with until recently. It would have been very embarrassing for me. However, if you wish to hear more of the details of our close association, that’s all that really matters.
The lady’s name was Sylvia. I don’t exactly remember how the sessions of frequent cunnilingus got started, but I’m sure it was HER idea, because I have always been very shy and unsure of myself. I do recall getting into bed shortly after the two of us met, and trying to kiss her. Sylvia put her hands on my head, and pushed me down toward her warm crotch with the words, “Kiss this instead, Romeo!” That was my first opportunity to personally confront a vibrant, demanding pussy, and it quickly became a regular occurrence during our continuing times together.
Sylvia also enjoyed humiliating me. Many times she used me as a footstool, and had me kissing her toes, while she sat reading magazines. She thought it was very funny!
Also, the lady liked to tie my hands behind my back with one of her silk stockings, or maybe some duct tape. There was no escaping her aggressive manner of continuing female-dominated frivolity.
It was humiliating to lie on the floor, with hands and feet bound, while gazing up into Sylvia’s sadistically smiling face. She thought it was great fun to have me in such a position!
I remember, she had me sucking her toes, a lot, and she also used her feet to play with my erection. It could go on for a long time. She taunted me verbally all the while!
Sylvia also smothered me with her posterior a great deal. It seems she spent a lot of time sitting on my face, with or without her clothes on. It was torturous time for me, but I endured it all, just to make her happy.
I preferred lying on the bed to be smothered, rather than the floor, because the mattress gave a bit under my head, whenever she applied her feminine weight to my face. She usually sat facing my feet, with her warm crotch tight against my mouth.
Sylvia also took great delight in slapping at my erection. She seemed to find this activity greatly amusing.
While I was suffocating under her, the more Sylvia slapped at my erection, the more excited I got, and the more I needed to breathe. With my hands and feet tied, I could not push her off. All I could do was wiggle and squirm. She enjoyed that, too! I often thought she would make a perfect female operator of her own torture chamber.
Finally, Sylvia would raise herself up to give me a little air. She’d listen to me gasping, wheezing, and begging for respite, but very soon, she would sit herself back down across my mouth, and start laughing again.
Extended sessions of cunnilingus always followed. It made me feel very happy to be eating her pussy, because I could finally get a chance to breathe almost normally, again. I liked feeling Sylvia’s hands on the back of my head, as she pulled my mouth into her. The taste of her juices was also very exciting.
The first time Sylvia had an orgasm really shocked me. She flooded my mouth with forceful juices, as if she was ejaculating, just like a male can. I never knew some women could do such things when they had an orgasm, but Sylvia certainly did. She had me swallowing gushing gobs of the stuff, as she undulated back and forth in sheer ecstasy.
A few minutes later, she’d often be ready for more oral servitude from me. I never refused to comply with her wishes, because she enjoyed it so much!
One other thing that I found very memorable and also humiliating: while shopping together in town Sylvia took great delight in saying certain things to me unexpectedly, just to see my reaction. One of her favorite tricks was to whisper in my ear, “When we get home, I plan to be fucking your mouth, again, Suckboy!” Then, she’d laugh and smile broadly, as if it was the funniest joke in the world, while I turned beet-red with embarrassment.

In your latest letter, I loved the picture of the young woman who licks your clit, and reading how she loves sucking up and swallowing your wondrous juices. She makes me very envious of her position with you, and it makes me wonder if you’re another of those females who gushes so freely and forcefully at orgasm. My guess is that you are! Please tell me about it, and confirm my assumptions in your next letter.

Your eternal servant,
Suckboy

Interested readers may contact the recipient of this letter by writing to:
Dr. Jane Foxx, PhD. PO Box 321, Grove City, Ohio 43123.
Letters with stamped, self-addressed envelopes, plus an appropriate tribute will receive primary consideration. JF

Shake it easy!

Edited by Dr. Jane Foxx, PhD.

My name is John. For years, I was extremely anxious to pursue classy-looking women for my own sexual enjoyment. I often succeeded with or without their permission. Some would regard what I have forcefully achieved as rape, I suppose. But I preferred to think of my actions as the best method of soothing my own immediate sexual desires.

I always enjoyed toying with pretty women, and even abusing them, too, - that is, until recently.

Playing the sex game had been going great for me for a long time. However, I happened to meet a dominant, queen bitch recently, and she changed everything in my life!

When I approached the beauty in the dining room of a classy, downtown hotel, she was dressed in a dark blue business suit, and a frilly, white blouse. Her reddish hair was swirled up neatly on the back of her head, and those big, brown eyes sparkled even from a distance. I estimated that my target for the evening weighted about a hundred ten pounds, and was a bit over five foot tall. Some package! She looked like the typical desirable female I’ve always enjoyed ravaging the most!

I got excited just watching her as she swished those curvy hips into the hotel dining room to sit at her table. What a picture! She only glanced my way for a second, but otherwise took no real notice of me. I guessed she was a tourist on vacation, because I had never seen her before at my regular haunts. Big city hotels are where I had looked for classy women to hit on. Those I found sitting alone immediately drew my attention.

It had been about a week since I spotted my last conquest in another hotel close by. Her name was Michelle, and she had all the great, feminine equipment any macho male hungers for. I followed Michelle back to her room, and when the hallway was empty, I knocked at her door. This was my standard method of operating.

When Michelle answered, I pushed my way inside, and knocked her silly with one quick punch. The rest was easy.

Well, I thought I was going to manage the same kind of great time with the beautiful redhead I saw in the dining room. She looked like a genuine fuck-bunny. What a body! I felt I could take her down with one hand, because she looked so feminine and petite. Boy, was I wrong about everything! I introduced myself to her in the dining room. She responded in a disarmingly sweet voice, and told me her name was Donna Dupree. The sultry name suited her image!

The lady’s poise and mannerisms told me Donna was more intelligent and calculating than the average woman I had usually hit on. Donna was different, somehow. She seemed very confident about herself. Looking back, I know I should have been a lot more wary about this woman, right from the start, but unfortunately, I wasn’t!

Donna invited me to sit at her table, but I suspected she only did it to evaluate me, as if it was a little game she was playing. Her lovely eyes were piercing, and they seemed to bore right through me. Also, I noticed from close up that at times her radiant smile was almost a taunting sneer.

I introduced myself with a fake name, and I hoped that she would invite me back to her hotel room. But after less than a minute of trading questions and answers, Donna suddenly rose from the table, and left me sitting there all by myself. I felt as if I had failed some sort of test.

Boy, was I pissed! I watched the rear of Donna’s skirt as she swished out of the hotel dining room, and my manhood throbbed with intense desire.

An old lady, at another table nearby, noticed my heated chagrin at being rejected, and she smiled into her coffee cup. I wanted that Donna-bitch really bad after that! I was going to show everyone a thing or two about the stalking desires of this macho dude.

Well, I slipped quietly up those carpeted stairs about fifty feet behind Donna to the second floor. I watched from a distance as she unlocked her hotel room door.

When Donna disappeared inside, I decided to make my move, just like always. I remember thinking everything would turn out just like it did when I ravaged Michelle, and all the others before her. Yeah, that’s what I thought.

A few moments later, I knocked, and when lovely Donna opened the door, I barged in, kicked the door shut, and slammed the petite lady into the wall. It was easy!

I felt her tits with my free hand, and growled at her to calm down. When she struggled, I struck a glancing blow to her pretty face, to tame her down. I was about to hit her again, when she distracted me with a sweet smile, and some soft comforting words. Yeah, that’s right!

Donna told me she was glad to know I wanted her so badly. It surprised me, and I thought she really meant it.

What a colossal dope I was!

Looking back, I can see how her words made feel supremely over-confident. I was hypnotized as I watched Donna slip out of her torn blouse, and she unfastened her brassiere, too. Wow! Those beautiful tits! They were absolutely perfect!

Now, I was TOTALLY distracted from my usual routine. I had a huge hard-on as I watched Donna step out of her skirt. And, I got a front-row look at how great those frilly panties looked on her curvy butt. She was dynamite stuff! There was no doubt about it!

Donna used her sweet, sultry voice to get me to take off my clothes, too. Looking back, I can see that was when I actually lost total control of the situation.

Well, I was down to my shorts in about three seconds. Then, she started talking about drinking some wine, and enjoying ourselves together all night! All night? Of course, that sounded great! Donna was mesmerizing me!

I recall turning away to get some drinking glasses off the dresser, - and the next thing I knew there was like, a big explosion inside my head. That’s all I remembered for a while!

I found out later, Donna had jabbed a stun gun into my neck the second I looked away from her. What a shot! I fell across the bed, and was out like a rock!

Well, the rest of that evening was a total disaster for me. I hate to even think about it, but I’m writing this report for the psychiatrist I was assigned to see. The female doctor says she wants to know everything that happened, so she can help me cope with the awful memory of my experience with Donna Dupree.

I told the doctor I can still hear Donna’s laughing, and her taunting words in my mind. I can also see her mocking face in my dreams. I have real nightmares about this entire episode! Following are my most vivid recollections.

When I woke up, Donna was sitting comfortably in a chair next to the bed smiling at me, and my head was very groggy. I could see she had her brassiere and panties back on, and her shapely legs were propped up on the arm of her chair. Donna was a picture of smiling composure.

I tried to move and sit up, but she had tied me to the bed frame by my wrists and ankles. Damn! She had me spread-eagled just like I had often tied a lot of women I had ravaged in the past. Boy, was I surprised! No one had ever done anything like that to ME before!

During the next few minutes, I tried to reason with Donna. I just wanted her to untie me, and let me go. I even apologized to her. Well, sort of.

But Donna wasn’t having any of my attempts to persuade her to untie me. Rather, the bitch just calmly informed me that she was a professional dominatrix!

Holy crap! What a surprise THAT was!

Donna snickered real sadistic-like. There was no mirth in her laughter. She sounded sinister, and it was a scary moment for me. Suddenly, I wished I was somewhere else. Anywhere else would have been just fine! I had heard stories about saucy, dominant-type women like Donna, who spent their time working men over, and then, they got paid for it. I never did understand that concept, but it looked like I was about to get a taste of her personal expertise, whether I wanted to or not.

Anyway, Donna, this beautiful bitch, got real pissed at my flippant, macho comments, and the next thing I knew she closed the drapes, turned on the lamp next to the bed, and took out a whip from her suitcase. During the next several minutes, she cracked me with it, harshly and selectively, all over my body.

There were metal tips on some of the whip strands. Man, did they ever hurt! I began to yell and groan, and she laughed at me for the first time.

I felt I could have throttled the bitch, if I could have gotten loose. I pulled and twisted, but the ropes wouldn’t budge. It sure was an awful predicament for a big macho guy like me to be in, and I began yelling some more. I hoped that someone passing by in the hallway might hear me, and report it, - but nobody came. I felt very alone in my mounting fear.

The next thing I knew, Donna went into the bathroom for a minute. She brought out a mouth gag with straps on it. It was dripping wet when she forced it between my teeth. I tried my best to resist her, but she moved her body over mine, pushing one of her knees into my crotch, and she jabbed me into opening my mouth. That hurt worse than the whipping did! My balls ached from the sporadic pressures she applied! Donna laughed while she was doing it, and continued to jab at me, even after the gag was finally strapped on. I felt she was laughing at my growing frustration!

Now, I couldn’t even talk. All I could do was give muffled murmurs. The bitch thought that was hilarious. I started to sweat, while she casually sipped some wine, and continued to study me from the chair next to the bed.

After a minute or two, Donna put down her wine glass, came up close to the bed, and straddled my chest with all of her petite femininity. I could smell her perfume in my nostrils.

Well, Donna started slapping my face. What a shocking contrast, from sexy perfume to vicious slaps. My head was buzzing from her repeated whacks. Donna really hit me hard, and I noticed her eyes were flashing intently, even though she was smiling.

When she finally stopped, Donna said she was paying me back for breaking into her room, uninvited. Then she hissed, “Sweet female revenge! Don’t you love it?” I could only murmur in response through my mouth gag.

After she had another sip of wine, Donna brought a pair of scissors over to the bed, and I really thought I was a dead duck! My pulse started racing, and she began using the scissors to slowly snip off my shorts. Man, it was scary to feel that cold steel clicking near my crotch.

When she finally put the scissors aside, I lay completely naked before her. I was absolutely helpless, while Donna made mocking fun of my limp cock. She pinched at it sporadically with her fingertips. It was not a pleasant feeling for a macho dude. Not at all!

“What happened to your big hard on, Lover Man?” She taunted. “Don’t you have the ‘hots’ for me anymore?” All I could do was sweat, and murmur through the gag.

Then, the bitch suddenly strangled my cock and balls, real tight with a long piece of leather rope from her suitcase. I was very uncomfortable not to be able to defend myself. Her damned, near constant, giggling laughter was really beginning to disturb me a lot. She was having one hell of a great time, as I continued to suffer.

The real, physical torment began when she said we were going to do a “FEMDOM 69”. I had no idea what she meant!

The bitch put her black, high-heeled shoes on, and jammed her foot under my chin, forcing my head back against the mattress. My neck was no contest for her jabbing leg muscles. All I could do was strain and grimace.

While I was writhing, she started slapping at my cock, too! It stung like crazy! Meanwhile, the constant jabs from her legs almost tore my head off. Donna asked, “Do you like doing a FEMDOM 69, Precious?”

She laughed that sadistic chuckle, again, and drove her high-heeled shoe even harder under my chin. Donna also kept jarring me with those frequent cock slaps! Each hit hurt something awful!

Think about it! Donna would smile at me so cute, and then crack me a loud “pop”, right on the tip of my cock, like she was swatting a bothersome fly. I’d grimace, and she’d coo, again, “Do you like the way the lovely lady makes love, Precious?”

I couldn’t relax at all. She kept me right on the ragged edge of total despair. I suspect she had done this same sort of thing before to a lot of other men.

Today, looking back on all of the intimate agonies she caused, I realize that Donna is a tormenting artist. She knew exactly how to pressure a man, with word and deed, and she enjoyed doing it very much.

The rest of her treatment of me is kind of a blur, because I was in such constant distress, but I vividly remember her sitting there on the bed, holding my cock and leisurely flicking her sharp fingernails at it. It made me spasm and quake, while she blew me loud, smooching kisses in the air. What a bitch I had picked to ravage! The entire evening with Donna had turned into a nightmare of the GREATEST proportions!

When Donna tired of mishandling my cock, she cupped her hand on my balls and squeezed intermittently, while she did that soft, infuriating giggle. Man, I hated what she was doing, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

About this time, I remember Donna telling me that she had peed on my gag in the bathroom before she put it in my mouth. I wondered why it tasted so damned awful. The bitch giggled like crazy over that, too.

When she finally removed that yucky mouthpiece, it felt good to be breathing fresh air, again. I was haggard and totally worn out.

I thought Donna was going to let me go at this point, but she asked, “If I untie you, will you suck my pussy?” Me? Suck a pussy! I had NEVER done that in my life! But to help get me out of that situation, I would have agreed to anything.

The bitch kept acting like she would let me loose any minute, and then she’d start dragging her sharp fingernails across the most sensitive parts of my body, again. I thought she was batty, but I couldn’t tell her so, without pissing her off even more.

Suddenly she brought an aspirator full of some greenish fluid to the bed, and sprayed my balls with it. The sting was very powerful! I couldn’t help it, I cried, moaned, and groaned. Donna blew me more taunting kisses, while I lay there writhing in agony. What a sadistic bitch I had picked to hit on!

Donna said the stuff she used on my balls was astringent cologne. She said she used the liquid to make men smell better, but I knew it was to make me suffer.

Then, before I knew it, Donna had that pissed-on gag back in my mouth. She fitted, what she called, a cunt dildo to it, and said she felt like having some sex with me, - but she would do it while sitting on my face! Fucking on my face? What an experience that was!

She took off her panties, stood up on the bed above me, and I saw her red-haired pussy coming down at me very slowly from above. That pussy is still in my nightmares! It devours me!

Donna brought her hips down to envelope the dildo projecting from my mouth. I saw it disappear inside, and

all of her weight nestled down on my face like a hot, sweet-smelling, feminine blanket.

I could hardly breathe, and she started grinding her hips on me, slowly at first. I thought she was just playing, but pretty soon her tempo picked up, and she began fucking that cunt dildo in my mouth in earnest. She was squealing her female pleasure. I thought she was going to hump my head right through the mattress. Honest! Pretty soon she must have had one of those female orgasm things, and my face was forced to endure all of her surging movements.

“Oooo, Lover Man, take it all!” Donna taunted, while grinding her hips on me. “Yes! Yes! Take it all!” When she gradually slowed, I was hoping she would get off my face, but after a minute or so, she started moving her hips; fucking my face, again. I could hear her sighing her female satisfaction, while I continued to suffer.

Donna sounded like an alley cat in heat, - only she was fucking my face and getting her cookies, too! I didn’t think I would survive the ordeal, but I did, somehow.

I remember clearly how Donna came off that dildo with a loud, wet, sucking sound from her wet cunt. She gave a delighted, little giggle, and I thought my troubles with her were finally over. I mean, when I was satisfied after I fucked a woman a few times, I got up and left. But this bitch removed the dildo, reversed it, and the part that had been in her, was pushed through the hole in my mouth gag. She swirled around on my tongue. It was all gooey! I was completely mortified.

After that, Donna began creaming my cock with some hand lotion. She said she wanted it, “UP”!

Well, in no time, she had me an erection going, as if I had nothing to say about it. I couldn’t imagine what she was doing that for, and pretty soon, under her expert caress, I was getting ready to unload. But Donna slipped the noose of nylon rope around my hard cock, real tight, and wound it all the way up to the top. It felt like my erection was in a straightjacket! My hot emotions were choked off in mid-stroke, and left to throb inside that tight coil. Also, the unfamiliar agony of ‘blue balls’ was suddenly upon me.

To compound my pain, Donna banged repeatedly on the coiled rope with a heavy whip handle. Wham! Wham! Wham!

Man, those jarring vibrations went through my swollen cock and right to my brain. My ass bounced in jolting spasms on that mattress. Between bangs, I heard her asking that stupid question, again, in her syrupy, female voice, “Do you like the way the lady makes love, precious?” And, of course, that was followed by more of her bitchy-laughter.

Later, in my agony, I saw Donna standing before me holding her bra cups, and twisting her hips, as she admired herself in the dresser mirror. Then, she turned to look at me with a grin, and started rubbing her lower abdomen. I didn’t know what she was thinking, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good for me.

Suddenly the phone rang, and I got a few moments respite while she answered it. As she talked on the phone, Donna kept squeezing her petite fist in my direction, as if she was going to be applying that female grip to my balls as soon as she was through talking.

By this time, I was an emotional wreck, and my body ached all over. I thought I was going to pass out from pain of all sorts. Even my hair hurt!

Donna smiled when she hung up, and said she’d have to leave me. I was sure glad of that, but before she left, she pissed into a douche bag, and hung it on the wall over my head. A nozzle was fitted into a hole on my mouthpiece and Donna set it to trickle into my mouth. There was not a damned thing I could do about it. I was frantic! All I could do was swallow the contents as they flooded my mouth! Yuck!

While I was struggling with the flow of her urine from the douche bag, Donna started repacking her bags.

Needless to say, her piss tasted awful. Donna called it her ‘liquid deliciousness’, and she said that I should be grateful that she let me taste it, because she made it just for me. “Now, your male I.Q. will probably go up about twenty points,” she laughed.

While I was busy swallowing that stuff, Donna took a shower, powdered, perfumed, combed her hair, put on some fresh clothes, and stood next to the bed neatly dressed, smiling down at me. She was really a classy-looking broad, but I didn’t like that look in her eye.

The next thing I knew Donna was cracking me with her high-heeled shoe. She said to think of each smack as a parting kiss. She whacked my hands, arms, legs, feet, thighs, chest, stomach, and, of course, my crotch. Her assault lasted over two minutes, and really hurt like hell.

Donna finished by dragging the rough sole of her shoe against my face. Finally, she put the shoe on the floor, and stamped her foot into it, real hard, as if she was finally satisfied I had suffered enough.

Donna bent at the waist as I groaned, and she hissed in my ear, “I wish I had you in my dungeon at home for about a month, lover man. Boy, would we have some fun, together. I’d fuck you in the ass with my big dildo, just for starters.” Then, I got another colossal slap from her, right on my balls. I thought my guts would explode.

Donna released my left wrist from the bedpost, wetted all the other knots that held my body down, and said, “A smart guy like you ought to be able to finish untying yourself in a few hours. You’d better get started, or you’ll miss breakfast!” Then, of course, Donna let me hear her feminine laughter one more time.

I saw Donna putting a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door as she left the room, and my nightmare was almost over. It took over an hour for me to release my other hand, and both feet from those wet ropes. Then, I rushed into the bathroom to throw up my guts.

It took a long time to urinate, and when I finally did, it burned like fire, and I swear I could hear that bitch, Donna Dupree, laughing in my brain.

My pants went on my aching body with great difficulty. She had poured some sweet-smelling body lotion all over my trousers, and they smelled just like her. I hated it!

Moving very slowly, I staggered my way out the rear of the hotel into the night. I knew that was going to be my last attempt at forcing myself on any woman. I also felt very fortunate to have somehow survived all the torment, and the sadistic laughter of Donna Dupree.

Epilogue: Before she left the hotel room, Donna also removed over five hundred dollars from my wallet. She it was her fee for spending that hour or two personally ‘entertaining’ me. One other note: - my female psychiatrist laughed heartily when she read this written report. Can’t I get any sympathy from anybody?

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To personally contact the author of this authentic FEMDOM report, write to:
Dr. Jane Foxx, PO Box 321, Grove City, OH 43123, with questions and comments. Letters with SASEs and tributes will be given first consideration.
Meanwhile, be sure to shake it easy!

By Dr. Jane Foxx, PhD.
This domina/author may be contacted through information supplied at the end of this story. Good reading!

I often relax at a quiet place near my remote dungeon facility where I meet with female friends for stimulating conversation.

Sometimes men try to hit on me. They evidently fall deeply in lust with the curvy shape and the creamy softness of my svelte body. But being a true lady, I am politely disinterested by any masculine overtures. I encourage absolutely no one.

This story is about my experience with a man named Rocky. He was a crudely insistent, grossly conceited male that I simply could not get rid of through the usual means. I felt that I had to play along with Rocky’s unwanted attentions, and when I left my friends, he insisted on accompanying me outside the restaurant.

Rocky was so intensely arrogant, and often basely insulting. You know the type: a real lady-killer, a legend in his own mind! He obviously felt that I was going to be an easy target. The longer he persisted, the more resolute I became to teach this disgusting male a much-deserved lesson. I already thought of him as Cocky Rocky.

To properly ensnare the macho dude for my purposes, I promised Rocky “the sexual experience of a lifetime”, if he let me blindfold and handcuff him. Rocky foolishly consented, and I looped the cuffs through his front of the belt on his trousers, so he couldn’t raise his arms.

I also tied a silken scarf tightly across his eyes. He seemed to be entranced by the developing mystery.

Using my own car, I then drove Rocky on a devious route towards his destiny at my hands. Inwardly, I felt a zinging, sadistic rush! I truly adore such the intense feelings of acquiring such power over any male.

At my secluded home, I led Rocky down the stairs to my windowless, underground chambers. It was no trick getting Rocky undressed. He was agreeable to anything I suggested, in spite of the restrictive blindfold and handcuffs.

His shoes and socks came off first, then his pants. When the handcuffs came away from Rocky’s belt, I fastened them to a quick-connecting chain on a handy pulley assembly hanging from my dungeon ceiling. Then, with the push of a button, Rocky’s arms were hoisted up over his head, and I was able to continue stripping him of all his clothes. Still in the dark of his blindfold, Rocky began asking his first sobering questions about what was going on.

“I’m getting you ready for ‘the sexual experience of a lifetime’ just like I promised you,” I whispered sweetly. “Remember?”

Without another word, I peeled Rocky’s shorts down, and his eager-looking erection bounced around in the air, as if looking for resolute action. He was going to get it, but not the way he thought.

Rocky grunted anxiously in his classic, macho manner, “Let me loose now, bitch, so we can fuck.”

“In a moment,” I replied, “You’ll soon be getting all the sex you can handle”, and I led him in front of my ‘work’ table.

“What’s this?” Rocky suddenly blurted as the front of his thighs touched against the cold, hard steel of my worktable. In my profession, the word ‘work’ is synonymous with ‘torture’!

“Just stand still,” I replied, “until I get you in position.”

“Position? What position?” He sounded anxious.

“There’s no need to be concerned,” I hissed, ‘We’ll soon be having sex!”

With the push of a button, the gears of my trusty pulley moved the connecting chain laterally, and pulled the upper-half of Rocky down across my torture table. This is where many men had previously been subject to my humbling expertise.

Rocky grunted his discontent, suddenly unable to move at all, and still unable to see. I ignored his questions and initial, feeble protests.

With his feet still firmly on the floor, I fastened Rocky’s ankles to shackles on the bottom of the heavy table legs. In just those few seconds, he had become my defenseless prisoner.

I paused to take several pictures of this macho male as a memento. I would send copies to him in about two weeks as a haunting reminder of tonight’s proceedings. My method is to continue tormenting each male in my sphere of influence long after the raw, initial action is over. I am diabolical. Rocky’s naked ass was now attractively perched over the edge of my worktable. He was just the way I wanted him to receive my fitting ‘treatment’.

The macho dude tried to struggle against the unflinching chains and restraints, but his efforts were totally ineffectual. Suddenly, I laughed for the first time in his presence. It was a soft, sadistic chuckle, but I know it must have filled him with a kind of sobering foreboding.

Rocky began to babble, and I swatted him harshly with my favorite flexible crop to shut him up. The leather-covered rod bit deep into the exposed flesh of his rounded ass, and he gave a startled scream of pain. When he began to babble again, he got another stinging swat.

It required ten swift blows from my crop before Rocky realized it would be far better for him to remain silent. He was breathing heavily, and already whining a bit.

In the interim, I stripped away the smelly t-shirt from Rocky’s back, so he’d be completely naked before me, now. In another moment, I was running my polished fingernails along the naked skin of his back in several uneven, ripping rows. I felt him wince repeatedly, while I listened to his protests with a smile on my vengeful lips.

“Hey, that hurts, Bitch!” Rocky protested several times. “That hurts!”

“You haven’t felt anything, yet, lover,” I laughed, and I dug my nails deeply into the twin cheeks of his ass.” Rocky screamed very loudly.

After he had calmed a bit, I hissed, “When the lovely lady speaks, you better keep that big, macho mouth shut, and listen very carefully!”

I emphasized my words with another series of ass strokes from my crop. I could tell Rocky was in kind of a panic, but he was learning quickly, and made no further sounds other than to whimper. I ignored his first attempts to apologize to me.

I strode to the other end of the table and said through gritted teeth, “Let’s take the blindfold off, now, so you can study your new surroundings.” My real anger was just beginning to surface.

As the blindfold came away, Rocky found himself blinking into my dazzling wall of mirrors. I wanted him to see his haggard reflection. He didn’t look quite so macho, anymore. He looked rather worried and quite fearful.

A large, comfortable chair was near the position of Rocky’s head. I sat my tantalizing, curvy posterior about an arm’s length away from him.

He began pleading to be let loose from his unfortunate predicament. Rocky used the word ‘please’ for the first time, and I waved my crop as an indication that he should stop. But when his loud, excited babble continued, I leaned forward and slapped him hard across the face with my open palm.

“Be still!” I hissed at him.

Each time he opened his mouth to speak, I struck him again. It was eight, nasty facial slaps, and three stiff punches before Rocky finally got the message. As I struck him, my pussy purred. I was getting hot! “Whenever the lovely lady speaks, macho males better listen! Remember?” I growled my words softly.

“You would do well NOT to upset the lovely lady, anymore than she already is.”

In the sudden stillness of the room, Rocky cleared his throat nervously, while sweating and breathing very heavily.

Thirty more seconds ticked by before I spoke again. I love to create these long, quiet pauses as I work a man into submission. I often fill the silent moments with infuriating, very soft, feminine laughter.

“There are three things we could do tonight, lover,” I informed him. “I could leave you here in that uncomfortable position, while I go upstairs to have a sip of wine, and watch a little television, while you agonize, and think about your awful behavior. Or, I could beat your worthless ass with a series of my lovely whips and crops. Or, maybe, just maybe, we could enjoy some sex. Which do you prefer?”

I didn’t really listen to Rocky’s answer. He said something again about being sorry, and wanting to be let loose, so he could leave the scene.

Instead, I rose from my chair and stood before him. His eyes were about even with my lusty crotch. I love towering my sweet, petite femininity over any male.

I gripped Rocky’s head by the hair, leaned down, and twisted his face upward to hold it close to my own. “I know what we should do,” I hissed into his face, “Let’s fuck! That’s what you wanted to do when you saw me in the restaurant, wasn’t it? Suddenly, I’m in the mood for some sprightly sex!”

I released his hair, and stepped backward to remove my skirt and frilly panties. I let ‘not-so-cocky’ Rocky feast his eyes on the beauty of my lovely, curly-haired, chinchilla mound. I even lifted one leg and showed him my pouting cunt lips.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked, while stroking my thick bush. Rocky didn’t answer. I knew he was wishing to be somewhere else at the moment. Anywhere else would have been just fine with the macho dude. I looked Cocky Rocky straight in the eye, and I hissed ominously, “My pussy loves fucking men!” As a result, he really looked wild-eyed and frantic with fear. Straightening, I gave him another, louder, sadistic laugh to digest.

Turning aside momentarily, I produced a double dildo harness, and slowly began fastening it to my lower body. The short, leather stub fits nicely between my legs at the entrance to my wondrous vagina. I love the feel of being slightly penetrated by the insistent stub. I closed my eyes and sucked in air through my teeth. Rocky’s anxious eyes saw the long, quasi-cock projecting from my crotch. I shook length of it near his face, and gave him another sadistic laugh to think about.

“You said you wanted to fuck, lover, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do. I’m going to fuck YOU! You’re just going to lie there and take it!”

I laughed loudly again, and noticed a visible shudder go through him. All men react similarly in such situations.

Moving slowly toward the other end of the table, I dragged my sharp fingernails into his flesh all the way. Rocky squirmed in pain, and I made another leisurely trip completely around him with both hands digging, scratching, and slapping wildly. Rocky moaned repeatedly as I reverted to my soft, insidious giggle.

“Shall we have a little foreplay, first?” I asked. “As a real lady, I’ve never cared much for plunging right into ‘things’. Let’s take our time!”

I slapped heatedly at Rocky’s naked ass with both hands, and eventually worked my way down between his inner thighs.

Of course, I found his limp, dangling cock, giving it a very powerful squeeze. He tried to writhe against my grip, but the chains holding him in position are unrelenting.

“What happened to your big, hard cock, lover?” I taunted. “Don’t you have ‘the hots’ for my voluptuous tits and my curvy ass, anymore? I feel insulted. Come on! Get it up!”

I continued mashing at his floppy cock. Rocky yelled several times, filling the room with echoes of his anguish.

“Sing it pretty for me, lover,” I mocked. “You make such interesting noises.” I paused for a moment to study Cocky Rocky, and decided to change tactics just to totally confuse his masculine emotions.

“I want to see one of those big, drippy erections, precious,” I cooed very sweetly, “Come on, get it nice and hard for me before the real fucking begins.”

“How can we fuck with me in this position?” Rocky managed to moan.

“Oh, we’ll be fucking together. I guarantee it! Come on, let me help you get it up!”

Back between Rocky’s legs, I drew up a chair to sit near him. My fingers pulled his cock toward me, so I could apply some cool, thick, creamy, hand lotion to his sensitive tip. I began slowly masturbating him, getting him very sexually excited.

His dopey cock began to grow, of course, in spite of Rocky’s diverse feelings. I kept working at the swollen tip very slowly, until I was certain Rocky was well on his way toward an ejaculation. Then, I stalled my caress, and watched his cock throb expectantly in the air beneath him. I could almost hear it saying, “Where did she go? I thought it was hilarious!

“Just a little more, and we’ll have you ‘popping your nuts’, lover,” I whispered to him. But, it was then that I gripped his swollen tip with a huge glob of hot, astringent gel, and Rocky really began to yell. The contrast in sensations was sudden and extreme. His cock quickly wilted from the excessive heat on his sensitive tip, just as I knew it would.

I love playing this surprising and painful ploy on men under my control! As Rocky agonized, I sipped a refreshing drink, and enjoyed the continuing show.

A little later I told him, “This lovely lady does ALL of the fucking that’s EVER done in this room. You will soon discover that I fuck in a female fury, and, tonight, you will be my guest fuck-ee! Ha ha ha!”

I knew my actions, words, and laughter were taking a serious toll on Rocky’s emotions. What better way to spend an evening than in throttling a male into submission?

Rocky’s periodic screams were beginning to interfere with my total concentration, so I paused to fit him with a gagging device. It went into his mouth, between his teeth, with little difficulty, beyond some tonguing and sputtering from him. I strapped it tightly around his head. Now, all he could do was whimper softly. I loved the sound. It was quite a comedown for a macho dude!

Not content, I went back to his withered cock with my sharp fingernails. I enjoyed watching his sweaty, naked back as it twitched and jumped to my steady beat. Rocky’s moaning whine was near constant.

I sang an entire chorus of, “Getting to Know You”, as I flicked, squeezed, and twisted at his precious masculine meat. He must have hated my torturous rendition of that particular song. I thought it was cute!

Finally, I moved my punishing fingers to his sagging testicles, and expertly wound a long piece of pink, satin ribbon around his sack, forcing his nuts into a tighter space. I tied the ribbon off with a pretty bow. His skin took on shiny, purple hue, and I treated him to another round of maddening fingernail flicks. Rocky’s entire body jumped and spasmed, and I laughed at his painful futility of his helpless position. “Do you feel like you’re already getting fucked, lover?” I taunted.

Such sadistic moments over a male, can really energize my erotic, female system. I like to keep my torturing extremely personal. Whips are nice, but pressuring men with my dainty fingers can be most delightful. It makes me hot to cause their continuous groaning and squirming!

“I think that’s enough warm-up, Precious,” I taunted with another laugh. “Let’s do some serious fucking, now!”

Rocky’s agonies spurred my desire to really fuck him, and I rose from my chair to mount into position. Feeling totally in heat, I gripped his hips, placed the tip of my quasi-cock against his quivering orifice to push my way in. There was a short, grunting struggle for penetration rights, - but he was easy. The reflective pressures against the cunt stub on my belt were delicious, and in no time I was genuinely humping as Cocky Rocky writhed against the power of the chains holding him in position.

“Is the lovely lady getting your ‘cherry’, precious? Ha ha ha!” I badgered. “Don’t worry, I’ll still respect you in the morning!”

Getting serious, I bent my knees slightly, rose up on my toes, and began a powerful in and out, female stroke. Rocky shuddered and grunted with each of my undulating movements. I loved the feel of the reflective action on my cunt stub.

During my frantic intrusion of Rocky, I paused periodically to torment him with more well chosen words of torment.

“You’re such a wonderful fuck!” and “I’m so glad you found me, tonight! Some other female probably wouldn’t have appreciated you as much as I do!” and “We’ll have to begin meeting like this on a regular basis, lover, won’t we?”

Sweat was forming on both of us. Mine was light and gentle. Rocky was thoroughly drenched.

As I humped lustily along, I wasn’t sure I would orgasm, but I wanted to, just to leave another indelible impression in Rocky’s macho, masculine mind. Being ass-fucked by a lovely, determined female is not exactly the most pleasant of memories, especially for a macho dude like Rocky.

Suddenly, I was THERE at my orgasmic threshold, and I leaned into him, gripped his hips, humped wildly, and let my erotic emotions go wild. There were flashes of colored lights in my vision, and bubbly, joyous feelings were rippling through me. I loved it!

I could feel Rocky trying to hold himself rigid, making every effort to endure, but at the end Rocky wilted into a sagging, groaning, emotional heap. He had gotten his fuck from me, and I was delighted with the results. The power of my pussy was exultant!

My female mentor’s personal motto rang in my inner ear: “Make all the male bastards suck, serve, and suffer!” My vengeful mentor is also a successful, practicing domina.

A few moments later, I withdrew from Rocky, and slapped his ass harshly, while laughing, “Yes sir, you’re a real good fuck! I don’t want you to ever forget me. Remember me, always. Promise that you will!”

I patted Rocky’s head, and removed his mouth restraint. He gulped in fresh air, and I knew he was deeply and emotionally frazzled from the unique experience.

“Have you had enough fucking for one night, precious?” I asked. “I really would like to shove my vinyl cock deep in your mouth, and hump my way to another orgasm or two. Would you like that? No? Well, you’re not much fun, after all.”

I took another series of pictures of Rocky, as he lay slumped on the table. He was rather confused and sobbing. I listened to him apologize to me, over, and over again.

“Please let me go,” Rocky pleaded. “I promise I’ll – I’ll never bother you, again!”

I told the macho dude, if he ever caused me any problems, he would be back down in my dungeon for a month. Afterward, I loosened the chains and helped him sit up on my work table. He was very groggy, and groaning continuously.

As he agonized, I removed all of the money from Rocky’s wallet to pay for the time I had spent with him. While he rested from his ordeal, I also stepped into my restroom and peed freely into a paper cup spiked with a strong laxative. Then, I put my panties and skirt back on, and brought him his own clothing.

Rocky needed help getting dressed. He was moving very slowly. I threw the torn tee shirt over his quaking shoulders, and patted his head gently.

When he was just about ready to leave, I told him, “Drink this, precious, it’ll make you feel better, and tomorrow you’ll feel like a new man.”

Rocky gulped the bitter elixir straight down without any hesitation. “That’s a good macho dude,” I said with a lingering, sadistic smile. Secretly, I knew that he’d be spending the entire next day sitting on the toilet.

I re-applied Rocky’s blindfold, walked him slowly up the stairs, and drove him to within sight of his own car. I even helped him get in the driver’s seat, and before leaving, I said with a smile, “Rocky, if you ever want to fuck, again, be sure to let me know!” He sagged wearily against his steering wheel, and, with a contented smile, I disappeared into the night. JF

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