"Female Whips 'n Kisses"
The memoirs of a domina.
Here's an extract.
I met a male named Rocky, 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 at the restaurant, he insisted on accompanying me outside.
Rocky was 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 the macho male a much-deserved lesson.
To properly ensnare him 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 pants so he was unable to raise his arms. Then I tied the fullness of my scarf tightly across his eyes. He seemed to love the mystery. Using my car, I then drove him on a devious route towards his destiny at my hands.
At my secluded home, I led Rocky by the arm slowly down the stairs to my windowless underground chambers. It was no trick to get 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 in my dungeon. Then, with the push of a button, Rocky's arms were hoisted up over his head and I was able to continue stripping him.
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'. I promised you," I whispered sweetly. "Remember?"
Without another word I peeled his shorts down, and Rocky's firm erection bounced around in the air as if looking for action. He was going to get it, but not the way he thought.
Rocky grunted anxiously in his 'classy' macho manner, "Let me loose now, bitch, so we can fuck."
"In a moment," I said, "then you'll get all the fucking 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 steel of my table. In my domina profession, the word 'work' is synonymous with 'torture and torment'!
"Just stand still, Lover," I said, "until I get you in position.
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"Position? What position?" He sounded anxious.
"Don't be concerned," I whispered, 'I'll soon be fucking with you!"
With the push of a button, the gears of my trusty pulley moved his connecting chain laterally, and pulled the upper-half of Rocky down over my torture table. This is where many men had previously been subject to the humbling expertise of Cassandra and/or myself… except they were volunteers. Cocky Rocky was going to be my first authentic captive.
The macho-dude grunted his discontent; suddenly unable to move, and still unable to see. I ignored his angry protests.
With his feet on the floor, I fastened Rocky's separated ankles to waiting shackles on the bottom of the ponderous table legs. In just those few seconds he had become my defenseless prisoner.
I took his picture as a memento. I would send a copy to him in about two weeks as a haunting reminder of tonight's proceedings. I am diabolical, as Cassandra encouraged me to be.
Rocky's naked ass was attractively perched over the edge of my worktable, just the way I wanted him to receive my fitting 'treatment'.
He tried to struggle against the unflinching chains and restraints, but it was useless. Suddenly, I laughed for the first time in his presence. It was a sadistic chuckle, and I know it must have filled him with 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 loud, stinging swat.
It required a total of ten savage blows from my crop before Rocky realized it would be far better to remain quiet. He was breathing heavily, and already whining.
In the interim I stripped away the smelly tee-shirt from Rocky's back, so that he was completely naked before me. I ran my long, polished fingernails along his skin in several uneven, ripping rows. I felt him wince repeatedly, and I listened to his protests with a smile on my contented lips.
"Hey, that hurts, bitch!" Rocky protested several times.
"You haven't felt anything, yet, lover," I laughed, and dug my nails deeply into the twin cheeks of his ass." Rocky screamed.
After he had calmed a bit, I hissed, "When the lovely lady speaks, you better keep that big mouth shut and listen carefully." I emphasized this 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 sound other than to whimper and breathe heavily. I ignored his first attempts of apologies to me.
I strode to the other end of the table and hissed through gritted teeth, "Let's take the blindfold off so you can see your surroundings for our fucking time together." My real anger was just surfacing, and I paused to slip my hands into a pair of leather gloves.
As the blindfold came away, Rocky found himself blinking into my dazzling wall of mirrors. I wanted him to see his reflection. He was not looking quite so macho anymore. He looked worried and fearful.
My large, soft chair was near Rocky's head position. I sat my tantalizing curvy butt 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, gloved palm.
"Shut up, bastard!" I hissed at him.
From then on, each time he opened his mouth to speak I struck him again. It took eight, nasty facial slaps and one stiff punch before Rocky got the message. As I struck him, my pussy purred. I was getting hot!
"When the lovely lady speaks, macho males listen! Remember?" I growled softly in genuine anger. "You would do well NOT to upset the lovely lady anymore than she already is."
Rocky cleared his throat nervously, sweating and breathing noisily. Thirty more seconds ticked by before I spoke again.
I love to create these long, quiet pauses as I work a male into submission. There is never any need to rush. I fill some of the silent moments with infuriating, barely audible laughter. It must be maddening for restrained males to hear. Ha ha ha!
When I finally spoke again, it was with cold authority: "There are three things we could do tonight, bastard," I informed him. "I could leave you here in that uncomfortable position while I go upstairs and watch some television. Or, I could beat your worthless ass with a series of my lovely whips. Or, we could enjoy fucking for a while. Which do you prefer?"
Rocky's mumbling answers did not interest me. He said something again about being sorry and wanting to be let loose, of course. Instead, I rose from my chair and stood before him. His eyes were about even with my crotch. I love towering my sweet, petite femininity over a man.
Rocky's head was gripped by the hair, and I twisted his face upward to hold it close to my own. "I know what we should do," I hissed, "Let's fuck! That's what you wanted to do with me, wasn't it? Suddenly, I'm in the mood for some sprightly sex!"
His hair was released, and I stepped backward to remove my skirt and soft, frilly panties. 'Not-so-cocky' Rocky was able to feast his eyes on my hot, chinchilla mound. I lifted one leg and, up-close, showed him my cunt lips.
"Beautiful, don't you think?" I asked, while stroking my thick, curly-haired bush. Rocky did not answer. I knew he was wishing that he were somewhere else at the moment; anywhere else would have been fine.
Bending at the waist, I looked Rocky straight in the eye and hissed ominously, "My pussy loves to fuck men like you!" Rocky was wild-eyed and frantic with fear. Straightening, I gave him another sadistic laugh to digest. It echoed throughout the dungeon.
Since beginning with Newt, several months earlier, I had fucked several males in the ass with the same double dildo Cassandra had bought me. If my records were correct, Rocky would be number sixteen! But, of course, all the others were volunteer submissives. Rocky was not going to offer himself to me; I was appropriating his ass and frantic emotions by force. This would be repayment for his earlier discourteous behavior. How exhilarating this would be for me, and how justifiably fitting for him.
Then, turning aside momentarily, I produced my double dildo belt, and slowly began fastening it to my lower body. It went on my slim hips and thighs as a cowboy in the old West might position a gun belt. A short, leather stub fitted nicely between my legs at the entrance to my marvelous cunt. I always loved the feel of being slightly penetrated, and closed my eyes momentarily to suck in air through my teeth.
Rocky's anxious eyes saw the quasi-cock projecting from my belt. I shook it near his face, and gave him another sadistic laugh to think about, with a message: "You said you wanted to fuck, Lover, and that's exactly what we're going to do. We're going to fuck YOU!"
As I laughed again, there was a visible shudder that went through Rocky, and I moved ominously toward the other end of the table, dragging my gloved fingers hard into his flesh all the way. He squirmed in pain, and I made another leisurely trip completely around him with both hands digging and pinching wildly. Rocky winced and moaned repeatedly as I continued my soft, insidious laughter.
"Shall we have a little foreplay, first?" I asked merrily. "I don't like to plunge right into 'things'." Both of my hands slapped heatedly at his naked ass, and worked their way down between Rocky's inner thighs. And, of course, I found his limp cock and gave it a powerful squeeze. He tried to writhe, but the tight chains were unrelenting.
"What happened to your big, hard cock, lover?" I taunted. "Don't you have 'the hots' for my beautiful tits and my curvy ass, anymore? I feel insulted. Come on! Get it up!"
As I mashed my gloved fingers roughly at his floppy cock, Rocky yelled several times. He filled the room with the reverberations of his anguish.
"Sing it pretty for me, lover," I mocked. "You make such interesting sounds." I paused for a moment to study him, and decided to change tactics just to totally confuse his masculine emotions.
"Let's see a big, throbbing erection from you, precious," I cooed sweetly, "Come on, get it nice and hard for me before the real fucking begins."
"How can we fuck in this position?" Rocky managed to moan.
"Oh, we'll fuck, together. Have no fear! Let me help you get it up!"
Back between his legs, I drew up a stool to sit near him. I unglove one hand, and my fingers pulled his cock toward me so I could apply some thick, creamy, hand lotion to his sensitive tip. I began slowly masturbating him; getting him sexually excited.
His massaged cock began to grow, in spite of Rocky's diverse feelings. I kept working at the swollen tip slowly until I was certain Rocky was well on his way to an ejaculation. Then I stalled my caress, and watched his cock throb expectantly in the air beneath him.
"Just a little more, and we'll have you 'popping your nuts', lover," I whispered. But it was then that I gripped his swollen tip with a huge glob of hot, astringent gel and Rocky really began to yell loudly. The contrast was wildly extreme, and his cock gradually wilted from the excessive heat on his tip. I love playing this ploy on men. Ha ha ha! They always get so terribly upset.
As Rocky agonized, I sipped a cooling drink and enjoyed the show. My laughter and his groaning filled the dungeon, echoing from the uncaring mirrors and block walls.
A little later, I told Rocky in undeniable terms, "The lovely lady does ALL of the fucking in this room. You will soon discover that I fuck in a female fury, and, tonight you will be my guest fuckee! Ha ha ha!"
I knew my actions, words, and laughter were all really taking a toll on his masculine emotions. Rocky was sweating profusely.
The macho dude's periodic screams were beginning to interfere with my total concentration, so I paused to fit him with a gagging device. It fitted into his mouth and between his teeth with little difficulty other than 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 of that. The poor baby!
Not content, I went back to his withered cock with a different glove; it has tiny, prodding needles attached to the palm and inner fingers.
Caresses and grips with my prickling glove can be excruciating. I loved to watch Rocky's naked back twitch and jump to my irregular beat. His moaning whine was near-constant.
I sang an entire chorus of, "Getting to Know You". The song accompanied Rocky's groans as I squeezed and twisted at him for a long while. He must have hated my torturous rendition of that famous composition. I thought it was cute!
I finally moved my punishing fingers to his sagging testicles, and expertly wound a long piece of pink satin ribbon around his ball 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 round of maddening flicks from my fingernails. Rocky's entire body shook, and I smiled at the painful futility of his helpless position. "Do you feel like you're already getting fucked, lover?" I laughed.
Sadistic moments over any male really energize my erotic system. I like to keep my torturing, very intense and personal. Whips are nice, but pressuring males with my dainty fingers can be most delightful. It makes me hot to cause their continuous groaning and squirming!
"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 fuck him with my dildo, 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 asshole to push my way inside. There was a short, grunting struggle for penetration, 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 he writhed against the chains.
"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, savage, female-powered stroke. Rocky shuddered and grunted with every movement. I loved feeling the reflective action on my cunt stub.
During my frantic anal intrusion of Rocky, I paused periodically to torment him with more, well chosen words.
"Lover, you're such a great fuck!" and "I'm so glad you found me at that restaurant tonight! Some other female might not have appreciated you as much as I do!" and "We'll have to do this on a regular basis, won’t we?"
Sweat was forming on both of us. Mine was soft and gentle. Rocky was absolutely drenched.
As I humped lustily along, I was not sure I would orgasm. I wanted to, just to leave another indelible impression in Rocky's macho, masculine mind. Being ass-fucked by a lovely female is not the most pleasant memory for most males, especially for some macho dude like Rocky.
Suddenly, I was THERE at my orgasmic threshold, so I leaned into Rocky, gripped his hips, humped vigorously, and let my erotic emotions run wild. There were dazzling flashes of colored lights in my vision, and bubbly, joyous feelings rippling through me again and again.
I could feel Rocky trying to hold himself rigid and making every effort to endure, but in the end he wilted into a sagging, groaning heap. He had gotten his fuck from me, and I was absolutely delighted. The sadistic portion of my feminine personality was exultant! My mother's motto rang in my inner ear: "Make the male bastards suck, serve, and suffer!" I think I was fulfilling her expectations in a grand way.
A few moments later I withdrew from my 'lover', and slapped his ass harshly, laughing, "Yes indeed, you're a great fuck! Don't ever forget me! Remember me, always." I was sure he would!!!
I patted Rocky's hair gently, and removed his mouth restraint. He gulped in fresh air, and I knew he was deeply frazzled.
"Have you had enough fucking for one night, precious?" I taunted. "I don't think you even had an ejaculation. Too bad! You had your chance! I really would love to shove my cock down your throat and hump my way to another orgasm. Would you like that? No? Well, you're not much fun."
I took another picture of Rocky as he lay slumped on the table. He was sobbing, and I listened to him begin to apologize to me over and over again. "Please let me go," Rocky pleaded. "I'll never bother you, again!"
I told him if he ever caused me any sort of additional problems, he would be back down in my dungeon for a week or maybe for a month. Then I loosened the chains and helped him sit up on the table. He was very groggy, and groaning continuously.
As he sat there in a stupor, I removed all of the money from his wallet to pay for my time with him. While he rested a moment from his ordeal, I stepped into my dungeon rest room and peed into a cup spiked with a strong laxative. Then I put my panties and skirt back on and brought him his clothes.
Rocky needed help getting re-dressed. He was moving very slowly. I threw the torn tee-shirt over his quaking shoulders, and patted his head gently.
When he was nearly ready to leave, I told him, "Drink this, precious, it'll make you feel better, and tomorrow you'll be a new man." He gulped the bitter elixir I offered straight down without hesitation.
"That's a good macho dude," I said with a lingering, sadistic smile. I knew that he would be spending the entire next day on the toilet with diarrhea of monumental proportions. I am diabolic!
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 Rocky get in the driver’s seat, and before leaving him I said with a smile, "If you ever want to fuck again, Rocky, be sure to let me know!" The former macho dude sagged wearily against the steering wheel and, with a contented smile, I disappeared into the night.
"Female Whips 'n Kisses"
