Female Domination Stories

Crack!!! The whip whistled past his ear and nicked the sheet beside him. "Careful!" He worriedly shouted. "You have been a naughty boy and you must be punished for the atrocities you committed on that poor defenceless, Susie Browne. I'm the Temptress and I am a Super-Heroine with special powers and you, you are about to find out what they are. Now, handcuff yourself to the bed at the top, but before you do handcuff your legs...AND lie face down!" "Get lost, I'll get that whip and give you what for!" THWACK!!! The whip whistled past his ear again! "OK, OK, OK, just watch it with that whip, please," he said struggling to lie face down and cuff himself. "I can only manage one leg, I'm not bloody double jointed!" CRACK!!! She let another whiplash fly. He mockingly said "Miss Tantrum, sorry Temptress, can cuff her own prisoners!"

She cuffed his left wrist to the bed, and his left leg was cuffed. She went into her wardrobe and pulled on some soft leather, thigh high boots with 5 inch stiletto heels. She wrapped an open black silk and lace basque and busied herself lacing it up and then pulled on a matching silk and lace micro thong. "The Temptress rides again!!" she said as she pulled on a black rubber cat mask to complete her Super-Heroine disguise. (He knew it was her anyway, despite seeing her get changed, he'd recognise that tight, cute little pussy anywhere!) CRACK!! The thought was whipped out of his mind.

She stood next to him and raised a long booted leg up exposing her crotch to him. He turned his head to visually feast on the tall slim figure. He breathed in the air desperately trying to smell her musk as she lifted her leg and placed it in the small of his back and pushed the stiletto heel in. He felt it, sharp and yet seemingly blunt, as it was pushed into him. She cracked the whip and it thrashed the pillow beside him. "You will now do what I want and I am going to make you do what I want you to do! We will begin by chastising and purifying your body with some old fashioned flagellation. He'd never ever been whipped before and frankly wasn't finding the thought too exciting. Yet seeing her, her pussy framed by the fine silk and lace triangle bursting free from the smallest pieces of material possible, made him hard, very hard. She whipped his buttocks and he felt the sting on them as the leather hit home. "Ah, you little sod! I thought you were joking!" "Shut up or you'll get more!" She cracked the whip home again, but this time with a tiny little flick of the wrist. This second one seemed to make him harder."Wierd!" he thought.

She started to tease his back with the leather tails of the whip. She dragged them across his bum. Then she straddled him and rubbed her pussy on his bum and small of his back. She grabbed his hair just as he was enjoying his "massage" and said "you're mine now, I'm scenting you!" She pulled her thong to one side and rubbed up and down on him and moaned as she slid the length of his back. She sat on the side of his face and pushed her womanly cavern into his face and rubbed herself on his cheek. He strained with his tongue to lick her. She rocked her body over so she could feel his tongue on her pussy. He obliged straining against his cuffed left wrist to push his tongue into her. She grabbed his hair "Lick me or you'll get what for!!!" she demanded. His tongue searched her secret folds and she shuddered. He licked, she shuddered and all the while his penis grew harder.

She pushed herself deeper into his cheek and rubbed herself on him. "Every bitch around will know you're mine!" She rolled off beside him and lay looking at him through her masked eyes. Her hand slipped down between him and the bed and she grabbed him and squeezed. "Oh, someone is enjoying themselves! We can't have that! This is not about you! It's about me teaching you a lesson!" She traced his buttocks with the handle of the whip and pushed it between them and up against his balls. She pulled the handle back and pushed it into the flesh between his balls and arse. He sucked in as she pressed on him. She rocked it there for a second as her other hand squeezed him and stroked his shaft. She felt him grow even more.

She bent over and bit his firm muscular, pert buttocks. "Ow!!" he complained. She bit him again, and again, and again. Then she nipped him, little quick nips on his bum. "Now any other bitch will instantly know you're mine!" she said. "What, have they got your dental records?" he quipped. "Shut up!" and she smacked him hard, THWACK, as her hand hit home. "I'm going to uncuff you, and you will do what I tell you, won't you?" "Maybe!" "Oh dear someone still hasn't learned a lesson have they? Right, for that I am going to cuff you back on the bed facing me, just when I was going to let you fuck me, as well. You never learn, do you?" CRACK!!! The whip bit into his arse, "You sod!" he yelped. She kissed his bum and licked where the red stripes were. "Poor baby, poor baby's bum needs kissing better!" Her soft tongue teased his reddened flesh. Fortunately her attempts at flagellation hadn't really hurt him, but he was intrigued how this latest game had progressed.

Uncuffing him she pushed him backwards simultaneously saying, "spread eagled on the bed now!" He duly obliged because his cock was throbbing and was really causing him the pain of constraint. She reapplied the cuffs, this time cuffing all four of his limbs. She sat on his face. "Eat my pussy now!" His mouth engulfed her and he sucked on her like she was some kind of human mango. He slurped her juices in as she began to flow. She held the headboard as she rocked on his face. He gasped for air as she pressed herself onto the suction from his mouth. He could taste her, he could taste himself from earlier that morning, but he had no choice but to drink in their love cocktail and say nothing as she urged him to make her come. She grasped the headboard as she finally could take it no more. Her leather enshrined legs clasped the sides of his head so tightly he couldn't hear as she rocked and pushed and rubbed herself on his eager mouth. "Oh, Oh, Oh, yes, yes, yeeeees, ah, ah, ah, fuck, oh fuck, suck me harder, suck!" She came, again and again. He felt the increase in her juices and he drank them in. She was sweet like nectar and he was drinking his fill of her.

She climbed off his face and swivelled around and slid her mouth around his cock. Her pussy and arse were tantalisingly close to his face and eager tongue, yet somehow she managed to stay just out of reach as he strained his neck to connect tongue to rear. She swallowed him whole and sucked on the base of his stem. Her hands caressed his wrinkly balls. They were wrinkly, despite his protestations, but she loved the silken feel and softness of the hairless skin. She squeezed on each egg, as she expertly worked his shaft. "This cock needs a new flavour!" she pronounced. She turned round, and stood over him and ripped her thong from her pussy, the material was so shear it offered no resistance, just like she offered no resistance to his advances that very first time when he took her and made her his. She lowered her pussy towards his face by squatting aside him and just when his tongue was in touching distance she swivelled round, knelt forward and rocked her pussy onto his shaft. She gasped as his cock barraged its way into her. She tightened her muscles and gripped it firmly and holding onto his ankles she rocked herself forwards and then, backwards slowly. The tightness of her pussy was intense, seeing her dressed like that was intense, the throbbing in his buttocks was intense and he was straining to prevent coming.

Dismounting him, she knelt beside him and licked him like a brown lollipop. She licked every last drop of her juice of him. "That's better, now you taste of something worthwhile! ME!!" He sighed as he felt himself fighting the imminent explosion. She looked at his wand, and grasped it as he finally gave in. She pumped it and pumped it and it gushed forth in a massive stream, and then a smaller one, then a smaller one it shot and hit her running off her hair and onto the mask covering her face. His chest was covered in his white emission. She climbed astride him and rubbed her pussy all over him working his spunk into his chest. Then she started to lick all over him to clean up. She teased his nipples, licked and bit them. She always hated the taste, but his was like nothing she'd ever tasted, and he was like nothing she'd never known. He thought the same of her. Finally he'd met his sexual match, someone whose appetites and needs were the same who actually enjoyed the closeness and intimacy.

She climbed off him, and put the lace thread for her basque in his mouth and as she arose the bow undid and her breasts that were expertly confined made a bid for freedom and squeezed out of their captivity. Standing above him she started to finger herself, and to squeeze her breasts. She reached into the bedside cabinet and withdrew her battery operated friend and in one fluid movement it disappeared into her depths. She turned it on and the high pitched buzz whined as it worked on her. Gyrating her hips and clenching her muscles to keep the vibrator inside her she fondled and touched both breasts with her hands. His spent member started to rise at the visual feast in front of him. She danced to a tune he'd never heard before and yet there was no music. Her head tossed from side to side as she turned herself and him on with her mesmeric dance.

She flopped backwards, narrowly missing him, into the space between his splayed legs having removed the vibrator from its fleshy sheath. Climbing onto him she pushed the vibrator into his mouth and forced him to clean her juices from it. Her nails dug into his chest and he could see her pussy and thighs framed by the soft, black patent leather of her sexy boots. She rode him, arching her back now and leaning back onto her hands behind her. His eyes feasted on the basque encased body and her tits peeking ever more precariously out of the material. Her nipples were now resting on the top and he imagined sucking them and her breasts and even touching them, but with his body immobilised all he could do was imagine. She rode on and on, clenching her muscles with every up stroke and him rising to meet her on her down stroke. He was trying to control the rhythm despite being restrained. She leant forward and grabbed his nipples and swallowed his entire shaft up to the bump stop and she slowly ground her pussy against his bone. Her nails dug in as she felt him tightening again, he was bloody coming again. She wondered "did he have an auxiliary spunk tank somewhere? Was she ever going to exhaust him?"

She fell forward as the last throes of passion left her body. She rested on his chest, legs still straddling beside him. He felt her hair tickling his chin. He was still inside her and she felt their love juices seep out of her. She juddered with delight, "ooooooooooo, that was fabulous, we were fabulous, The Temptress, has fucked you good and proper!! What have you learned naughty boy?" "Fuck all, I need more fucking!!” he said defiantly!