Female Led Relationships

By Dr. Jane Foxx, PhD.
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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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Dr. Jane Foxx, PhD., P.O. Box 321, Grove City, OH 43123.
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