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?
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!
Originally posted 2013-05-15 02:02:11.