Femdom Story

After what seemed like hours you finally hear me come
through the door. After that, nothing. You know I’m in the house
but you can’t hear where I am. You suddenly feel a presence
behind you but you discount it as your imagination but the
feeling persists and you start feeling scared. You feel two
rubber-clad hands gently grasp your head where the lower jaw
connects with your skull. You know better than to speak or move.
I rotate your head 90 degrees and you feel two soft lips pressed
to yours as a sweet tasting tounge sweeps through your mouth and
just as quickly the tounge and lips leave and your head is
returned to the forward position. You feel two clothed arms wrap
around your shoulders and my soft lips nibbling on your ear.

“Stay perfectly still, little boy, and you’ll be just fine,”
I whisper in your ear, followed by a quick tounge flick. I then
sit on your lap — you sense what feels like a leather skirt –
and rest one arm over your shoulder while my other hand is
stroking your thigh and hip — avoiding your very rigid penis. I
gently press my cheek to yours and say, “You did pretty well for
a boy except you didn’t put ‘hospital corners’ on the bed so I’ll
have to punish you for that. Mrs. Schueler next door said that
she saw you take out the trash wearing only a dish towel over
your crotch. She liked what she saw, and so do I. Come, time to
have a bit of fun!”

I hop up off your lap and order you to get on your hands and
knees. You do as you are told and instinctively spread your legs
wide apart. “Very good, Slave, I see you’ve done this before,”
say right before a on your buttocks. “What do
you say, Slave?”

“Thank you, Mistress, may I have another!”

Thank you, Mistress, may I have another!”

Thank you, Mistress, may I have another!”

“That’s enough for now, slave. When you come back tomorrow,
I will expect everything to be perfect or you’ll wish you were’nt
here. Now, close your eyes as I remove the blindfold. It’s
about time you saw your Mistress, who you will be serving.”

I stand in front of you and remove the blindfold. I tell
you to open your eyes and slowly rise and behold me. First thing
you see when you open your eyes are my black leather (low heel)
shoes and black stockings. As you rise to your knees, you follow
my stockings up until they stop about two inches below my black
leather miniskirt but my black silk garters bridge the skin gap.
As you rise to your feet you see my slim, bare midriff between my
skirt and a tight-fitting knit black long sleeve halter top with
a crew neck. You see my nipples pressing against the fabric at
the tips of two beautifully shaped breasts. Your eyes wander up
to my face and gaze at my wavy shoulder-length light brown hair,
my two deep blue eyes, my petite nose, and my very kissable lips.
You are in awe of my angelic face on an angelic body dressed like
a harlot. I break your blank gaze at me by snapping the black
latex gloves off my hand and tossing them aside.

“What do you think,” I snarl.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh…” You babble.

“Shut up, slave, and put your hands on top of your head,” I
growl.

You wonder how such a sweet looking thing like me can take
such command over you instead of the other way around. I toss
your shirt at you from behind and order you to put it on. I then
come up behind you and attach a heavy leather belt around your
waist and buckle it in back with the click of a padlock. I then
buckle leather bonds to your wrists and padlock them to the rings
on their respective sides of the belt. To finish off the package
I attach a collar around your neck and lock it into place with a
little silver lock. I take you to a full length mirror so you
can admire yourself.

I can tell you like what you see because your cock is
standing straight out and jiggling away. “Slave, lay on the
floor on your back!” I command.

You have a bit of trouble but you manage it without damaging
the goods. I then straddle your head so you can see right up my
short miniskirt. I ask you what you see. You reply black
panties. I tell you they are black leather panties complete with
little cilia inside tickling my lips and twat. I tell you that
whenever I walk, sit, or even move my lower body, those little
cilia do their little dirty work on me. I tell you that someday
you will have the privilege to remove those panties and take over
for those little cilia but until that time you must prove to me
that you are as good as those little cilia. Since obviously
housework isn’t your speciality, I expect you to have a
speciality which will make my home life easer PLUS be able to
have my house perfectly clean or else your little friend between
your legs will never know what is under these panties.

I stand away from you and order you on your stomach. Again,
you have difficulty but only slightly damage the goods because it
kept getting in the way. You finally get into position with your
dick hanging between your spread legs. I unlock the belt and
wrist cuffs. I then order you to your feet. You stand before me
looking so crestfallen because you’re not getting any pussy
tonight.

“Aww, poor baby. Just to encourage good behaviour, I want
you to hold me close,” I purr. I put my arms around you with one
hand firmly grasping your ass while you slip one hand under my
top while the other pats my buttocks. We kiss passionately as we
trade tounges and our lips lock. I’m so busy kissing you and
feeling your ass that I don’t feel your hand sliding down my ass
and pull up slightly on my skirt and then tickle the crotch of my
panties.

“YOW!!” I squeal, jumping away from you but falling on my
face because your hand got caught in my hem. “Why you dirty
little boy! I’ll show you!” I laughingly scream. I order you up
against the wall on your back. I get out a sheer condom and a
big, fluffy feather.

I put the condom on you and then tell you that I’m gonna
show you how that felt. I take the feather and tickle your cock.
We’re both laughing to tears as you and your cock jiggle
violently while I’m tickling your friend. When you finally cum,
I remove and dispose of the cum filled condom as you lean against
the wall to rest. When I return I have regained most of my
composure and only have a big grin on my face.

“You are so beautiful and wonderful, Mistress,” you say
while giving your cock a rubdown.

“Get out,” I exclaim.

“What?”

“Get out. Don’t forget to come back tomorrow with cleaning
skills and some other domestic skill.”

“What about my pants and this collar?” you whine, your
laughter ceased.

“I have to punish you somehow. Your punishment is to go home
pantless and wearing a dog collar. Be thankful I don’t make you
go home totally naked with you hands cuffed in front of you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” you say heading for the door. But just
before you go over the threshold, I decide that maybe you should
go totally naked. You take off your shirt and head out to your
car and go home.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow, Slave,” I snarl to myself.

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